Final Poems - Poems about Final

The final goodbye Its not a surprise I pushed so hard Saw it happening Couldn't stop it Loathed myself for it The final goodbye I thought would hurt more But it feels self inflicted Which took the sting I already felt empty Now it feels complete The final goodbye They say it's sweet sorrow Why did I make it bitter And the worst part is knowing If...

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Oh my God— if only he knew that drowning doesn't look like thrashing, it looks like stillness. Like bleeding ink onto walls that won’t answer back. We could’ve saved him— or maybe he could’ve saved me. But instead, we decorate our breakdowns with blackout curtains, counting hours like they’re sins we committed in silence. He said the nights were far too long. I said this is just the...

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Things are changing, Maybe for the worst or best, Hope it's for the best, Just going with the flow. Things are going to get hard, The pressure is upon us, Yet here we are, Standing to finish strong. It's here. It's time, It's upon us to decide— To finish fast, Or to finish strong. ...

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The embers of my bitter revenge burn low, and I'm left with lingering anger and disappointment. Their hatred for me doesn't approach the profound self-loathing that plagues my existence. In a final, desperate plea, I raise my gaze skyward. Even though I have been shown little compassion in my life, I implore the divine power of God, a figure known...

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To the skies...cries of have we sinned..the seasons spinned...winter grinned as before it’s really beginned...spring’s been sneakily binned.. That bitter wind does cheekily blow...delivers tingling..slivers of mulled wine mingling shivers..oh and..shed loads of snow.. You know it is nature's calling card...as the bleached flurries hurriedly dart. ...shards of frosty farts falling hard.... Slippery slurries beached...frippery start to beseeched.....

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2025.4.14. I have started writing diary since May last year. Eventually, my diary's style, transformed to poem like. After five months of losing friendship with BB, By the end of the year, I rested a bit. I was emotional exhausted. I started posting my poem in mid January this year, When JC introduced me to the poetry world. Every thing went well so...

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ashes are scattered he’s now dust in the wind ~ goodbye my love ...

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I don't see us beating the odds this time, A bitter truth, a fading rhyme. I don't know why I keep trying still, Instead of letting go against my will. You've shown your true colors, stark and cold, A story in harsh realities told. And I won't let a man, no matter who, Treat me like trash,...

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The night before my father’s heart attack, my brother and I were splayed across a bed watching a re-run of “Happy Days” and eating Oreo cookies. My father sat stiff and upright in a wooden chair. By then, his back felt like it was being pierced by daggers and the pain made his face pale and clammy. I offered him an Oreo, one...

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The journey was long, now the time has come, My weary soul has finally taken its final run. I close my eyes, release my last breath, And now a new journey begins, beyond all death, To guide me home, a peaceful rest. Do not grieve, my family, my friends so dear, Though my absence brings sorrowful tears. Just know I've walked a...

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He sat in the street, reaching out for support. He did not shout or sing or beg. He looked and smiled and shivered, shaking in his cardboard bed. The snow came down, December time, cascading softly through the air. But winter’s chill brings ringing bells— no space for him, no mercy there. No warmth tonight, no place to go, the shutters down, the bitter...

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Losing a loved one is heartbreaking,we never really get over it. Quote by poet. My wife lay dying and took her last breath, Held her hands tightly as she passed away . ...

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A journey ends, so far, so wide, A quiet place where souls reside. No one knows just where or when, But we all must go there in the end. The stars still shine, the wind still blows, Where you have gone, nobody knows. Is it a place of peace and rest, Where only love and light exist? But in my heart, you stay...

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.WE'RE NOT GETTING OLDER WE'RE'GETIN' WISER1 NOW ALL WE HAVE TO DO IS FIGURE OUT... WHAT WE'RE GETTING WISER AT MY WISER AT WHAT I'D PERSONALLY SHOUT,... LIKE CAREIN' FOR MY GARDEN ;'. ADVICE GIVIN'.. KNOIN' WHERE TO FETCH BETTER ADVICE, TO REACH MY AMBITION GOALS ... MUCH BETTER TO...

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The final sentence that I wrote – Ragged words I could not speak – And so the sentence for me spoke The letters written on the sheet – The words I wrote but could not speak Read my sentence back to me Like shards of glass in bas relief Spoken there for me to hear – It read my sentence word...

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