Endings Poems - Poems about Endings

Sweet memories with bitter ending

2024.07.29, about a year ago,
Without BB, I visited the 12 Apostles on the Great Ocean Road.
Months before that he promised me,
We would travel wherever I fancied.
Even just days before the trip,
He raised no issue.
Well that was what I reckoned,
Promise was made to be broken.
On the way back to Melbourne,
I wrote a poem which I first

Happy Endings

One flow of your pen 
and suddenly I am in.  
Don't tell me the end,  
I want to imagine it. 
 
Happy Endings ! 

ENDINGS

ENDINGS
endings whisper their wisdom,
teaching me the art of release,
how to cradle the past gently
in the palms of my hands,
to honor the stories that shaped me,
while stepping forward,
into the light of new beginnings.

endings, I think, are not the sharp cuts
we so often fear,
but rather the soft sighs of a book closing,
the last page turning,
where ink lingers,
each

endings in nothing

being

that word said

no other words

nor that one

can



interruptions

disrupt the 

instantaneous flow

seemingly 

but



nothing

is everything

a paradox

or a miracle

or



words

are pretenders

until discovered

to be



appearances

what's out there

and in here

appearances of

ENDINGS

A neighbor of ours died recently…unloved, old and all alone.
She was found, by a person walking his dog, in the doorway of her home.

She was a little bit crazy which made her angry, abusive, and mean
with no-one to say goodbye or mourn her…it was the saddest ending I’ve ever seen.

But the world is filled with

Beginnings and Endings

Now, when we were small, we were totally sure
the stars wouldn’t move as we scanned the great sky,
and we knew enough, with no need to know more.
Did we ever question, or think to ask why?
 
We lay on our backs and could feel the earth move,
so why should we need to know why the sky’s

Love's Beginnings and Endings

This, is where it began,
and this is where it ended.
Here
my heart knew
it must close what it started.
I gave you my heart,
but you knew I never belonged there 
before I had a chance to walk away
you made friends with the grim reaper and sent him out to play.
Play time's over.
Now it's time for time-out.
Let's think hard

Blue Endings, Crimson Beginnings

R-ed
E-nds 
B-lue 
E-xpressing 
C-elebrant's 
C-rimson 
A-ctivity

©bfa041425
Monocrostic (Birthday of Rebecca Enriquez)

Endings

I get tired of starting over
I finally realized that nothing stays
Good things come and go
Bad things will come but the stronger ones will get through it 
Nothing has changed me more than the bad things 
I try my hardest to be positive but  just keeps happening 
Is there a man out there who will

Times up

There's no more turning back,
                         There's no time left to heal;
                    

Missing their light

Captivated by your light, 
faded but still bright, 
I wish you’d put up a 
ferocious fight, 
I miss you being 
in my sight, 
You made the art of 
falling in love joyous, 
never a plight.

In a Sigh

I said goodbye, with a soft sigh.
No words could explain this moment,
Shadows of doubt, shaded by death
Impressing the notes of a song, breathless and wild
Restoring my faith, yet it wouldn’t see the grace,
Beneath the autumn romance, that second chance
When the wind drifted across the hills,
Pressing in on my soul – accusing, coloring my life
So bold,

BEGINNINGS AND ENDINGS

there is a quickening in the forest
robins sing to us of universal sharing
as the earth calls us
to hear again the song of life
a thin brown layer of soil
is all we have
between ourselves and oblivion

a new language is needed
drums from Africa
echoing through termite mounds
to the savanna of a loving way

I made a choice
to be vegetarian, then

Shayla Part 2

In her bedroom, Shayla sits alone,

Her drawings scattered, her heart turned to stone.

She pulls off her glasses, a sigh escapes her lips,

"My whole life," she murmurs, "a maze I've slipped."

Her hair, a cascade of brown, falls to her shoulder's grace,

She waves her hand, a yearning, a pleading space.

For Charles, the one she loves, but he

Under the Pouring Rain

Under the pouring rain,
I no longer have thoughts of you
Or of your lingering presence
And your condemning silence.
To live another day without you
Feels easier as I stand drenched.

Under the pouring rain,
I could look back at history
And not feel the wrenching pain in my chest
Or the knot in my throat.
I could think of you with tenderness
And not

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