Terminal Poems - Poems about Terminal

Frightening silence pervaded Swelling of ground due to mounds here and there A tree adjacent the gate with a GHOSTLY stature Unfurling a dark blanket by its broad canopy Even birds don’t like to perch in the GODFORSAKEN place. Except the bulging- eyed owl A silent witness for GRIEF-STRICKEN hearts The fibre art of GOSSAMER aglow in the sunlight Floating gently like...

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No matter the subject or topic tho' it may burn will I ever learn would it hurt if my lips were to close as whatever I submit suggest propose she will be myopic nay-say gainsay contradict oppose may as well hold my breath as every word I utter receives the kiss of death and melts in my mouth like butter should I assert it's what...

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The vows were whispered in silence, no flowers, no veil, no ceremony, just a diagnosis sealed like a ring around my ribs. I was 15 when they handed me a lifetime. Not the kind you dream of. Not white lace or promises beneath church bells. This was different. This was marriage to something that does not love me back. I walked down no...

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fearful he rose from the ashes of hellfire singed skin scorched soul and blistered mind his heart full of charcoal burdened the flight yet carbon cinder fuelled an escape route from the trajectory of death or eternal damnation when a tiny glimpse of ember cast hope of renewal change growth and survival he gave in to the vital force of the...

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I'm just stepping out of line. I've missed my time to shine, But don't mourn me; My soul will soon run free. Preparing for the long goodbye, Few know when or why. Accepting what they can't deny; In the silence, I hear them cry. Others are taken by surprise; Love ones left with only whys. Hearts and lives suddenly broken. No goodbyes ever spoken. When the body...

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Live, die, repeat! Live, die, repeat! Live, die, repeat! Listen to these words from me, Bitter, not sweet. Live, Die, Repeat! In the realms of my world, it's live, die, repeat! Every time I live it, it's like I go to sleep. Especially at the end, where I hear a final beat, I can't help being terminal, we all have an ending, some subliminal. Mine's written in the proverbs, like it's proverbial, Non-profitable, non-livable. Though I live it now, and...

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She is outstanding She is my mind's understanding Blinded by her smiles, I need remanding For her my heart, is so demanding I feel like an aircraft, who's never landing I think I loved her before I knew her Grasses grew on the heart that was bare She brightens up my day, she's such a flair So I am devoted, I mean I...

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Across the track, a rail yard worker big innocent bear of a guy, beer belly, embraces his girl. She’s a conductor, comes up to that belly, reaches arms not quite around his back. They separate and embrace three times while the train prepares for departure. ...

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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...

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Rushing to a destination, puffing, looking down, and at a run. Joyful, taking all the sights in, eyes peeled, looking up, and having fun. Tuning out the ones around them, detached, in distant conversations. In the moment, always present, completely lacking consternation. Terminal is our condition: adventure or an imposition? Some are simply passing through here, traveling with somewhere else in mind. Those embracing life as journey: always...

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The ground is hard from last night's snow all creation has frozen, slick ice from a day of infernal sun Twilight has bled away to pitch-black onyx All indigo n aquamarine burnt away, clean The plane is baron washed of humanities plan only desolate structures of arcane device stand. Traces of nothing...nothing is left the terminal frost digs deep into...

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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)...

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My head spins as the noise from the crash echoes in my head. I sit up in some kind of terminal with strange trains bound left and right for places I don’t understand. One is gold and ornate but the trappings are fake with cracks that filagree in its façade the train reminds me of...

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Born terminal Ashes to ashes dust to dust Death will ultimately come to us Here today and hopeful tomorrow The end comes quick then overcome by sorrow One day it will arrive for each one of us The death you see is a terminal must When we're born, we begin to die We can't avoid...

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A couple of months ago, my wife received news that there was an ...

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