Short Finality Poems
Short Finality Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Finality by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Finality by length and keyword.
Finality of Reality
How far and in what
Room will you go into reality
Before finding its entire finality?
Jim Horn
Everyday is a battleground, I fight for every breath,
struggling to keep the pain of life from outweighing the finality of death.
Finality
I've Finally Decided
What I Want On My
Tombstone:
"I'm So Embarrassed..."
-Gray Squirrel
10/28/2024
Dealing with one’s mortality
Reveals a stark reality
As you age
You set the stage
For you own finality
Bill Marable
9/17/24 6:39 pm
Poets
who cry
Jesters
goodbye
Alone
in the dark
Old heartaches
to mark
Time
closing in
Memories
thin
Whispers
and tears
Finality
— near
(Villanova University: June, 2025)
they constructed the sphere
their they'd settle
their scores
it encompassed the ring
men against men
the finality of difference
the relevance of it's making
created by the need of solution!
Does each bubble contain an unseen world,
unfurled in a child's fantasy?
A brief time of childish alchemy
in which magic is uncurled,
until finally it is whirled
away in adult finality!
In
the finality
of its embers
Form
burns like
a kindling
Freeing
the beginning
of all that is possible
Freeing
the memory
— of tomorrow’s embrace
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
Perfection and honor,
concealed in the words
Shame and disloyalty,
rejected unheard
Deep in a poem,
truth’s finality hides
Inhumanity cursed,
—its verses defy
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Emotions Contain Mortality
My emotions contain much mortality,
And found to be in a fatalistic finality;
Now not near;
Did disappear;
Forever becoming formidable fatality.
Jim Horn
Still reading John Keats.
25/04/2018
Sign Of The Times
Surely
Ignorance is bliss,
Going about
Not knowing
Of impending
Finality.
Times end.
Happy knowing
Each day
Together
Is special.
Messianic times.
Earnestly search your
Soul.
Face of the dead brother, casket visions
Face your finality
Face that yes it does happen to me,
It is I; It is I who doesn't know the why's
Face the tolling of the bell in my town,
my life, my home
Out of an earthly finality of death,
Life rises, embraces freed souls,
above the mournful masses,
Life soars higher than eagle's aeries.
Life encircles broken hearts,
rising, rising.
The sweet Lord,
He gathers His flowers. ~
Shedding a final tear
from the cellar of my pain
The walls close in the sorrow
imprisoning me again
Breathing a final sigh
into a memory you forget
My words trapped into silence
—alone with my regret
(The New Room: January, 2022)
Gotta tell ya bout this fellow named Anthony
Was relaxing on his twentieth floor balcony
A scantily clad sweetie
Cross the way said, “want a freebie?”
Poor Anthony fell twenty floors to his finality
© Jack Ellison 2015
all we are, all we see,
all we think and feel
found inside our fragile spirits
whispers in the wind
all we are, all we feel,
all we think and see
inevitably we disappear
like sand into the sea
we try to live eternally
and struggle with finality
Form:
Bozo
Bozo's From Your Dad
And Your Grandad
And Your Dad's GrandDad
And Off Into Finality
Where All Of Them Meet
As One, Eternally.
I Thought This
Would Be An
Apology, Though
Uh?
Weird?
Is That Backwards?
-Gray Squirrel
05-20-2025
You can live
ad infinitum
until you die
but once
The end of all
beginning
a finality
that trumps
You can live
free of its power
but not beyond
its grip
The underside
of sentience
in shadows
— looming thick
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Drowning in self degradation
Deliberate affliction is exacerbating
Crystalline facade dulling senses
Normalcy, forgetting our consensus
Score, decennary years within
point, swirling under skin
Finality, deaths creeping in
Exodus, my last syringe
The dead never get to say goodbye,
as they charge across the line
Finality left to those who live,
still victimized by time
The dead never get to say hello,
a bust that’s now recast
Their sacrifice a milepost
—beyond the futurepast
(Valley Forge: January, 2021)
Cold fingers of mist draw ground ghosts
over churchyard graves.
It's a pretty scene and the underlay
of shallow bones
adds a musky flavone of finality
that seeps
from the green mounds.
A Pitbull on a leash
tugs at a pale hand
eager to dig and chew,
as if he knew.
With words to seal my coffin shut,
I said my last goodbye
To journey down and re-reflect,
on what I said, and why
It’s quiet in my earthen grave,
no light to mark the time
My flesh to rot with bones exposed
—finality unrhymed
(Villanova University: January, 2020)
A hush, soothing as sombre
In its finality
Like a healing dew settles. Tis
Man's post-sunset hour.
Hear up through draw breathes again
Earth's being. Now fear- free.
Mossed and mushroomed; and snail-faced.
Gentlest beguiling!
Heaven's host, first of did sing.
Men yet to devour.
The night a killer with retinas that burn,
all verses running mad
Fists of silence coming out of the dark,
opening up to grab
Fingers choking the last vocal chord,
strangulation by command
The quiet finality of a voice now gone
—gripped in my own hands
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Illusion of death felt as reality
An arrow piercing our heart
Allows exhalation at the finality
A thought with which we restart
Is it regret or relief or fear or desire
Free flowing or looking back or ahead
Or are we bursting with bliss all afire
That it matters not if our body is dead