End Point Poems - Poems about End Point

...K is an eleventh letter Eleven, written like a road of ember-- Like two sticks standing upright Like two wands of magical sight. K is the commencement of man's fate End point of man's actio......Read the rest...

...When I viewed the painting The Sirens and Ulysses, I studied the faces of the Sirens. They appeared vacuous and disinterested, whilst still beautiful. The mythology of the Sirens is interesting, as t......Read the rest...

...In a society that has always seen love as reckless and impulsive I have tasted a different dish, a side that is usually not explored With sweet touches and sweeter words Cautious of effect t......Read the rest...

...The road to my hometown was a long, and arduous one. I loved the walk ,and the privacy it gave me. My mind was awash with thoughts of confusion on foot of my favourite author’s pre......Read the rest...

...Forest Sun Laid out to pasture the company doesn’t want us We got our severance pay then thanked them Like they thanked us the day they made us sign We belonged to them then we were slaves Made ......Read the rest...

...we knew capitalism had turned ugly after the first lemonade stand drive by children denounced their parents when their eyes were opened to supply side economics and demand side criminal enterp......Read the rest...

...What lies waiting at the end of a self-made independently empowered self-invested "pulled my own economic-political bootstraps" life? A unilateral linear life, like any passionate journey, ......Read the rest...

...There are only a certain amount of the truly good things life has to offer 1 single person can expect to experience in one's lifetime given our human limitations Like a cancer patient hearing a......Read the rest...

...I M M E N S E C O N D E N S E D I Instructed by a plot, broken into paltry portion M Mauled into small, mammoth to screaming speck M Mountain range cramped, meandering cancelled ......Read the rest...

...Don’t Talk About It—Write About It As a writer and a poet, sometimes people ask me how I do, what I do, every day as I research themes and topics for poems or prose works that I want to write ab......Read the rest...

...Death nudged me as I slept on black ice crazy paving whispers from a rusty down-pipe veer across my final midnight abyss......Read the rest...

...On a silver moonlit pillow’s blissful patch I dreamt nirvana verses for my sister Jay and our magic mutual bond, that gem-enhanced treasure chest, that life support as ironclad rampart for our ......Read the rest...

...Is morality an end point, or a journey to begin Are right and wrong just bookends placed, or what then lies within All Ethical persuasion, to attain or just desire Whose end result will n......Read the rest...

...You are not my success, which has an end point You are my struggle, which enchants my strength.. You are not in my thoughts, which is random, spontaneous or uncertain... You are my breath, which i......Read the rest...

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