Short Epilogue Poems
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An angel wrote with a golden pen in the marble book of fate.
The ink she used were the tears of men;
The words she wrote: Too late!
Beware, take care
I'm wary,
Disturbed,
Upset
And perturbed
I'm in a plight,
Nothing feels right,
Grey skies ahead
Too many dead.
Poetry is a muse
that we seek
to relish and suffer with her
the purest
epilogue
of life...
...
Free, floating, going, instanteously
Oh! what beauty, what a beautiful garden, roses......
'Today I’m once again thankful for dogs
for wouldn’t our world have a more blessed beginning
a more blessed middle
and a much more blessed epilogue…
If we all learned to love each other
as unconditionally as a dog.
You hurt me deeply by your silence,
once my sweetheart, now a ghost;
we'll never be together, it's a shame,
just when I loved you most.
Reasons, excuses are useless right now,
I'll cut my losses and leave with a bow.
You hurt me deeply by your silence,
once my sweetheart, now a ghost;
we'll never be together, it's a shame,
just when I loved you most.
Reasons, excuses are useless right now,
I'll cut my losses and leave with a bow.
If you were a letter
I'd love you
forever
univocally
univerasally
unitedly
uniquely
And you would write to me
Dear Willow unifolié
(one-leaf, fr)
It has its epilogue here, entitled: Epilogue devouring
mirror on the wall reflects my pain
it is a witness of my harsh reality
the pain i romanticized about someone
is a fake reflected image of my thoughts
the pain i never wished to tear my flesh
is the real persona i try to hide
...for Julie
You hurt me deeply by your silence,
once my sweetheart, now a ghost;
we'll never be together, it's a
shame, just when I loved you most.
Reasons, excuses are useless for now,
I'll cut my losses and leave with a bow.
...for Julie
You hurt me deeply by your silence,
once my sweetheart, now a ghost;
we'll never be together, it's a
shame, just when I loved you most.
Reasons, excuses are useless for now,
I'll cut my losses and leave with a bow.
My truth is false,
a glittering overcoat with torn lining,
always catching on good intentions
and jamais vu,
but persona persists
anealed to the base elements
of slipping into a round hole
without scoring.
Time to be fashionable again.
Solid gray clouds hover right here
Hidden by the thick fog
Quiet interrupted by birds
Who sing love's epilogue
Solemn day held by clouds caress
Clouds that drape each green tree
Like a shawl on a winter's day
And gives grass a sweet kiss
Finis'
You say this little book of verse
Is stranger that the rest you’ve seen?
Remember—nothing’s ever worse
Than being born on Hallowe’en.
A poet’s birthday shouldn’t be
A holiday to raise the dead,
And yet my anniversary
Is when the greedy ghouls are fed.
LIFE IS
Life:
Love’s
Interactive
Fervent
Epilogue!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 MAY 2013
Limerick . For Christopher Delegans Contest.
Syllables in each line: 10-10-7-7-10
The town of Hull befell a misty fog.
Not safe to be out for man, cat or dog.
Rex missed the weather report.
In this pea- soup, he got caught.
So that is the end of his epilogue.
Embarkation
Endless loops mending fears
Epilogue sustaining
Entrancing new order
Equity emotion
Entail mind body soul
Ebb high free flowing tides
Etch out dawning cycles
02nd August 2016
Pleiades E
Howmanysyllables.com
6 6 6 6 6 6 6 = 42
I am in the middle of the monologue
The show is seldom a dialogue
What an astute star laying it low
Such talent with flow.
Wow, Superb
Show
Don’t disturb
The one class so slow
As my learning cannot grow
Thanks to the lecturer’s epilogue.
I am in the middle of the monologue.
Whether you're half full or half empty,
When you're upside-down like Humpty-Dumpty,
No matter how you spin it,
Your glass has nothing in it.
Epilogue
If you're shattered when you begin,
You won't be made whole again -
That is, unless you take a look
At my low-cost poetry book.
Holiday time
a happy occasion
drink and be merry
But after eight or nine drinks ...
(I can hold my liquor with the best of them)
~ Here’s the epilogue
Honey, pour me another of those
‘kiddie eggnogs’
The fondness of melody
The zeal of prose & poetry
The epilogue and purity
Along with one’s finesse
All of which are influence
To come into existence
By meeting of both minds
In due time, in sequence
Who knows?
03/22/16
4th placer in
"Future" themed contest
my dreams are what others chase
i have been mourning over something
that everyone has
and everyone has a story about how it shattered
today i was confronted with a truth
that i had been ignoring for so long
it is my skills that matters the most
i love stars but maybe writing is what i was made for
with crumbs
some still
in my beard
i thought
what honey
is this sweet
i didn't panic
because i
always buy
organic but
the fresh
bread wasn't
enough
to turn
my head
instead
lable
looking
i saw to my
awe but not
disbelief that
the honey was
USA grade A
but a product
of
Brazil
Form:
Common finish full of flashes,
Reorganized thought meaningful pictures;
Sounds coarse but soothing,
The epilogue is only for you to think.
Ah, how good will it be,
Finishing line that I will see;
At the end of my last beat,
Alas, let me have a seat,
Into my own, unflashy ending.
Edited: 25/06/2020
I know the ending,
But I read it anyway.
I’ll pull the blanket tight around me
As laughter fades to death,
And there are screams,
And tears
that might even be real.
We can rewrite history:
Mold it and tug at it,
Rip it apart and make it beautiful
And digestible.
But there is only truth—
the end.