Final Poems - Poems about Final

Cooled off to take a sip; two. Greedily waking up; fading of the whole cup - butterflies, trees, flowers; drips touching the final vestiges of Antigua. Fear ascended into the canopy, slid along the line; work gloves, gripping. Incomplete instructions, lack of common sense, slowed me down, with my feet off the ground. Grounds remind me, in this creamy, courage cup to not give up, keep going...

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Q According to certain on-line You Tube Christian sources is the Temple Institute planning to sacrifice a red heifer on the temple mount on August 02, 2025 in order that the temple may be cleansed according to Old Testament rituals sacrificial laws? A ...

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On that day, the heavens split in silence, and from the void descended a clock, not of metal, not of clay, but of time’s very flesh, beating between us like a heart slowly fading. I looked upon it without fear, because I knew; endings do not arrive with cries, but with a silence that weighs heavier than any unspoken word. You were fire, and I, merely a candle burning. I...

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My chest holds echoes none can hear, A hush of thoughts that won’t appear. What once was warm now drifts like mist, A weight unseen, too dense to lift. Each fracture blooms a quieter scar, Where bitter seeds still grow afar. No shore, no flame, no sense of tide— Just vacant halls I roam inside. By day I wear a borrowed face, By night...

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I left because my body broke, And weighed with grief, my spirit spoke. I told you oft, I made things clear, Yet pressure came—not care, but fear. No shame I bear for what I owe, I acted true, as you well know. The key I left, the money too— What’s lost beyond, I never knew. I paused before I took my leave, Awaiting peace...

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a crashing and thrashing slamming and jamming they fit together like lithium batteries in a robot drummer is smashing the drums cymbals crash their eyes meet forces beyond their control urge them they are in each other’s arms now a predestined destiny a coupling magnified by crashing and thrashing slamming and jamming beyond steampunk final destiny...

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I didn’t expect this – it came quickly, without warning I couldn’t hide. It left me with no choice – but to go to war, battling the deafening poison, the affliction feeling like the deafening crash thunder raging, pouring out its fury I didn’t ever imagine this would come to be, silencing the courage that I’d once felt, giving my plans a...

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Have bowlers become spicier? Hitches in batting riches Cut sl**s shut in a rut Pitches become dicier? Chestnut witches strut Gluts of stitches And seams dreams Humdrum Timber Tantrum doldrums Back in the hut What we did see at the WTC Wood from the tree No pretence…don’t do defence Weary..slain in vain again Don’t be wary..leery of Scary lairy leather fairies Won’t refrain..don’t restrain Might as well go insane In...

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No matter the subject or topic tho' it may burn will I ever learn would it hurt if my lips were to close as whatever I submit suggest propose she will be myopic nay-say gainsay contradict oppose may as well hold my breath as every word I utter receives the kiss of death and melts in my mouth like butter should I assert it's what...

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Final Applause Velvet drapery in the dusk back-ground A turntable goes around in sound Baffled from the scenery On stage imaginary A final applause Voices echo The crowd lowered in the shadows Blue lights array smoke A late night show The dark curtains open Music in the back-ground travel Across the floor Dancing sway amused...

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We are witnesses to the final act of a mad and incendiary project, an experiment of a world bound by invisible and shining wires, the reckless belief that we can always be connected, always alight, that electric power, like a river of light, can flow unceasingly for eight billion souls dreaming under the same dark sky. I imagine how each...

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Dear Ma, if this letter finds Your gentle hands, your quiet eyes, Knowing I have fallen where silence climbs, Beneath a blood-rubbed, broken sky. The wind here howls like wolves in chains, Gnawing the bones of godless ground. The trees wear coats of charred remains, Their arms outstretched but never found. Our prayers are whispered into mud, Where poppies bloom from brothers' blood. And every...

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I only wanted all to see the simple things I understand with due intent for building bridges… But all it reaped was reprimand. It wasn’t truth I held so tight but fear of ever being wrong, and as I pressed in vigil sway I faced an opposition’s storm. I thought the silence held contempt for what was obvious to me but silence held a point...

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In the end we die alone In the end no blade to hone In the end do Angel’s call In the end when rhythm stalls In the end which deck unstacks In the end our health attacked In the end we pray for more In the end but fate endures In the end one final change In the end whose face remains In the end the bonds break free In the end — one last decree (Radnor Pennsylvania: May,...

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Salt a gin and tonic, It’s too dry. Assault my temple with sin, Be honest, You like the rye. Look me in my honest eye, Conversations with myself are the fondest, Because no one understands me better when I rhyme. Took a pen and across the paper it slides, Scribble out the oddest lines. Apply pressure...

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