Short Terminal Poems
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Here lies Beatrice Lily Croff
Died from a terminal cough.
Written March 19, 2022
[enough already!]
The subconscious process of pursuit
of the lifechanging climax
Endless, exhausting and deceptive
waiting on terminal hospitality ward
Poetry is terminal, incurable-
it manifest words around the heart, mine and soul
hopefully it won’t discolor the skin but;
for around the eyes.
rain soaked sun light
prognosis not terminal
three good years left
do I hug and say thank you?
eighty have passed as nothing
~//~
There was a fellow named Cheesing
Who felt bad because of his sneezing.
His friends stayed away
To avoid the overspray.
Now Cheesing has taken up wheezing.
with the sun setting,
dusk darkens the ground below
and vistas fade out~
days flee like defeated youth
as we tread slow to our grave
travelers waiting
busy terminal buzzes
loud piped in music
occasional temper flares
late departure time announced
written June 8, 2021
Masterminding with a dream and a step;
It's a beautiful challenge.
With those exuberating eyes;
Growing brighter,
Auspicious,
Bold,
Evermore a lasting last terminal breath.
Terminal poetry…
death by the word
Selling a heartbeat
for every breath
Giving up life
for each new phrase
Buried
—inside what’s heard
(Ronald McDonald House: February, 2020)
Came home from land of Israel on a red eye flight
Connecting routes canceled because of winter’s bite
I'm camping in the airport with fluorescent view
A weary pilgrim in terminal number two.
prognosis not terminal
do I hug and say thank you
You give me rain soaked sun light
What is three, eighty have passed as nothing
© 29 Dec 2010 For Rick’s Pariku contest
demeanour relaxed and affable
he was not a dancer, yet performed a jig
return gift an ivory photo frame for each guest
the painkiller shielded his terminal illness
dance of death enacted in jest
Listen to poem:
I'm poised to deliver a singularity,
a pithy black hole,
a spot from which there's no escape
once key or pen is lifted;
It's terminal - period:
Wait for it! The End is nigh!
There, it's done .
A mouthful
of hate
A bullhorn
of lies
Dissected
infected
With terminal
pride
Conscripting
the fledgling
Embedded
in brine
Indicted
convicted
True felons
— of time
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
When you felt it was time to leave, you absconded
When you wanted things over, it was finished
When you determined to start again, we started
But in the terminal of all things, it was not what I necessitated
Form:
The doctor
Tells me
That I
Have terminal cancer and
I only have eight weeks to live
Oh Lord, I have so much to give
You carved this path for me and
We are connected, here on earth
I am sure and still are
Like water…
fear seeks its own level
Rich or poor
it wades through our consciousness
Driving us inward
toward sirens of darkness
Shrilling the moment
—with lyres of doubt
(Hereford Inlet: December, 2021)
Life is ideal view
Intelligent state
Fact of divine grace
Effectively blown by God
Definitive step for future
Erasing of conscience
Ancient ruling of
Terminal situation
Hour, deadline in human course
End of life Contemplation
At day's terminal hour.
Whilst my awareness fogs up
Illuminated am.
Nothing lasts. With our efforts
That needless agonized o'er.
Its noise, kicking up fuss's
Settled, laugh at self:'damn'!
One year ago today.. Almost to the
minute.. I was happier than I've ever been.
I was holding in my arms the only person
I've ever been truly happy with.
And everyday since I've thought the same
thing..
I should of never let go.
Form:
Intrepid
convalescent
spectacle glass eyes
Coral reef
terminal grief
cauterize
In disguise
skies
Inner planetary bodies blinking their eyes
9/9/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
brrEXIT
by Michael R. Burch
what would u give
to simply not exist—
for a painless exit?
he asked himself, uncertain.
then from behind
the hospital room curtain
a patient screamed—
"my life!"
Originally published by Setu
We all have our shelf life
Stamped the best before,
Somewhere in the celestial book
Never to be revealed
Till the event.
Sometimes the rule is broken
And the terminal is a curtain call
Of a life slipin’ away:
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Death changes partners
the whim of chance
sashays across the floor of life
unnoticed
till his chill creeps
a slow dancing
terminal two step
dimming light’s
faded music.
©3/1/2019
Dance of Death Poetry Contest
Chantelle Anne Cooke - sponsor
Hiding in the middle class,
I made my way through life
Looking like I had it made,
no struggle and no strife
Others couldn’t see it,
as it metastasized inside
A terminal metamorphosis
—hidden from your eyes
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)