The End Poems - Poems about The End

Looking for the end of the search~ and it turns out the end of the search is already the Looking ...

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Silent generation stay stoic, speechless, pout, watching time run out Boomers shout while Gen X'ers rant Millenials meanwhile, run fast, breathless, noisily pant Gen Zs the end now, run can't ...

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The red curtains lift and the day begins The sun steps up, introducing herself Most of us don’t dare to look at her directly a whispering wind enters declaring that the world is ending today In this abandoned theatre The last place humans are We sit enjoying the play with a glorious farewell performance from...

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I've never a friend like you before Never a close confidante The person you are I just simply adore No better a friend I could want In common all things, not from bias I say But the fact is the fact is it's true Regardless if ever we'll see our someday My best friend will always be you...

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Don't want to put a hex on things But this winter is feeling more like spring The grass in the park across the way Is popping up thinking it's a warm spring day No no lie down you silly grass Winter's still here you're making me laugh Everyone and everything is so confused The weather gods must be quite amused If only this...

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cursive letters pale fade into weathered parchment— they were stories once....

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Let Me Say My Goodbyes At the End of a Long Summer's Day Let me say my Goodbyes At the end of a long Summer's day, When the light lies long and the breeze is soft, While wheeling birds carry the sky aloft While Summer's sweet warmth still holds its sway While the Sun's strong magic stills the light Before the...

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Verse 1- Pick up the present put the past down, with the future in the front it makes sense now, ain't no time for getting past this, put the finger to the trigger with no witneas, if this is life I won't miss it, coming off the press like I'm a misprint, the barrel getting...

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First crack in the wall, The long unraveling starts, Twilight's early hush ©bfa051725 ...

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The end of everything The master of the old tank ship that resembled a schooner sat fretting in his cabin; for twenty years, he had been the master of the vessel, a friendship between the animate and the inanimate had developed. During the war years, the ship delivered high-octane plane fuel from the USA to Britain, with him on the bridge...

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What would we all say If the world would end in a few minutes Gaze at the stars And wonder who put them up there Point at the clouds And guess how long they've been there Pick a flower or too And bask in its fragrance Run through the grass field Feeling the breeze rush past you Apologize to the earth For...

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It’s Sunday, and I’m drawing myself again, third time this week. This version features a haunted air fryer, a coupon for free emotional labor, and Janice— the shoebill, wearing my ex’s hoodie and threatening the moon. She’s perched on a folding chair I stole from a church basement, clutching a Slim Jim like a relic. Her breath smells like copper wiring and vengeance. She doesn’t blink. She’s...

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This house has it’s walls, All so paper thin, One more line of dialogue, And I might just cave in, My head is so thick, But yet so thin, I don’t have a pool, But yet I might dive in, Filling my head with all that is old, I’d rather see what is new, Than what’s full of rust and dust, I read another line, It’s...

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In shadows cast on crumbling walls, A world once vibrant, now enthralls. Sunset's blaze, a final dance, As echoes fade, in apocalyptic trance. Whispers of winds through barren lands, Silent cries on shifting sands. A symphony of chaos, nature's last breath, Embracing demise, the dance of death. Stars extinguished, night's canvas bare, Moon weeps softly, a lone despair. Cities echo ghostly tales, As the end unfurls,...

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For Angela Voras- Hills As work inches along the highway you’ll be standing next to a field the breeze a song only you’ll hear as it whispers but you remember life’s a song your life a collage of all the experiences your heart holds such joy to behold as the season passes as the passing sun bleeds into the sky as the...

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