Passing Out Poems - Poems about Passing Out

Not living longer but dying slower The chemo dripping death’s shadow appears Each moment fringed with a joy ill censored The countdown has started whose bell — is near (Dreamsleep: August, 2025) ...

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As obvious as it may seem, Our higher life we must redeem. To get full value, its true worth, It’s not a given at one’s birth. First acknowledged, then understood, Overcome ego, become good. Use your energy to create, Our deeper thoughts our true estate. To share the truth that we have gleamed, Our higher self must be redeemed. Legacy: our thoughts repeated. Shows our life...

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Passing Through The Moment Aesthetic communion for an artist in a ghetto Prosthetic student union that is only there for the power show Anaesthetic ex-communion for a doctor who does not want to go Prophetic graceful union of the ones who seem to always know Consummate reliance on another person for your relief Don’t abdicate defiance...

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Greetings, joyous May! Welcome, enchanting Month of May! What wisdom and wonders do you bring to light? Reflecting on the frosty days of January, the playful pulse of February, and the turbulent winds of March— As we embrace the dawn of a new beginning, What treasures do you hold ...

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for who i am right now, i'm but the result of someone's monstrous generosity first they would show you the bright colors and later sink their teeth into your skin was it a cactus hidden among the flowers? or was it a snake in the lake? this poet couldn't differentiate as they both share their thorn and fangs with you and for so...

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Impossible beauty, summer in swell, Fragrance aflowing and fluttering around; Though now, I admit, I don’t see it well, I know – my ears! – all the birds by their sound. Heaven surrounds me, but only for now; Howling the winds that shall crash on my head; Ripping the flowers that live on the bough, Never see summer return in its stead. Perhaps...

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She was light, I was glass, a reflection of the rays passing through me, A dance of shadows and glimmers on the surface of my cracked heart, Perhaps I wasn't the purest altar, for something in me always resisted, Trying to mend her, to hold her, but shattering her fragile outline. Her light scattered into shards when it passed...

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She left no echo, made no sound, Just folded time without a frown. No curtain call, no loud applause— Just grace departing without pause. A hand once warm now gently still, A final breath, a resting will. And yet, her presence lingers on— In morning light and dusk till dawn. Soft is the way the faithful part— A silent hymn within the heart. No need...

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Winter's Passing warmer temperatures hasten Winter’s passing—quickens Spring’s coming...

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"Lingering leaves of gold frolic in the wind" and though their twirling is such a beautiful sight, the limbs of the trees look as if they've been thinned, so those trees seem desolate in the twilight. Also, the day of my birthday came fast, so no sooner had sweet autumn arrived, then September had already passed. Sadly, early fall cannot be revived. Oh,...

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The days drift softly, like leaves on a stream, Fading whispers in a fleeting dream. Sunrise paints the sky in hues of gold, As time’s gentle hand unfolds stories untold. Morning glimmers with promise anew, Afternoon blooms in colors true, Evening whispers in violet hue, Marking the world’s eternal view. Mountains stand in silent grace, Forests dance in nature’s embrace, Oceans sing with endless grace, A...

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Would that I could consider this departure A pleasure trip to lands with beautiful sights. Traveling for betterment of mind and spirit A place you go…and come back you might. I wish I could imagine you will answer each letter that I write, or pick up the phone when I dial, making your absence lose its...

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January wakes us weary, New resolutions pressing heavy. Then comes February’s charm— A month of love, or wasted calm. We march ahead into March, Preparing for the chill to lurch. April brings the planting days, As a third of the year slips away. Hope returns with open skies, Maybe this month—maybe May. June arrives with quiet tunes, We wish the world would feel okay. Halfway through, we...

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Look at me now, torn and cast into the unforgiving wind of passing, Just as a bored child abandons a broken doll, Seeking something else to fill their heart with new laughter and colors, Torn and cast away, I can offer nothing more, I am a vessel emptied of the essence of giving. Perhaps, if you would let me...

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From obscurity come the strangers Fading away, like old dangers. Walking the street of flowers more people pass every hour A few are pleasantry exchangers. Near my porch, robin sings Beautiful music for summer swing! Red berries in a bowl Kelly green butterfles, on patrol Noontime's for swaying and musing. Passersby, smiles of the moment Starry eyes, upon distance fervent! Jasmine fragrance in the air Pink hummingbird is...

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