The End Poems - Poems about The End

Haiti, When Will the Chains End?

You bled, Haiti—
not from your sins,
but from theirs.

1994 they came, not to heal,
but to haunt.
To wrap democracy in boots,
and silence in oil-drenched contracts.

America—
not a land,
but a machinery of ruin.
You did not restore—
you erased.
You did not rebuild—
you ravaged.

You took a sacred island
and tore it from within.
In the name of liberty,
you planted despair.
In the name of order,
you

Casper the Friendly Ghost

Casper the Friendly Ghost 
was youthful and wanted one thing the most;
each show he searched to find and make friends.
kids always ran; maybe the wispy can't plan solid ends.

Dead End

When do flowers no longer bloom
and the sea's stop touching the shore.

Light from the heaven's fail to shine
and the birds shall sing no more.

Innocent's of children no longer play
as time like a candle melts away.

Fleeting are the moments
we get to spend
and death is the reason
it all does end.

The End Game

The downhill slope
I'm on that side,
less time remaining
of life's wild ride.

Don't know the answer
to when it ends,
for if I did
might change the spend.

Have had my share
of ups and downs,
with smiles a many
but sometimes frowns.

This life has taught me
it's a complex game,
while our rules may differ
we all end the same.

The End

We are waiting and praying
Hoping that it won't happen
But it was seen so long ago
The date when common sense died
The lunatics became the leaders
And talking no longer worked
All it took was one wrong word
The flexing of a muscle too many
Just one finger on one button, and it was over
The daylight disappeared in a moment
Nighttime's green

Tangerine or Tandoori Tan Man - full version

Tandoori or Tangerine Tan?

Mister rich lister Blister

Sinister Mandarin Minister


Sin..Spin & Chagrin Talisman

Jaundice scrotum prejudice totem

Podium pandemonium
 
Needs Imodium...feeds Opprobrium 

As this git did his bit 

To ensure the sh*t hit the fan



Satsuma Tumour

Sense of Humour?

That Groomer Rumour


Cometh the Hour

Cometh the TAN


People Power Glower should Flower

But proles at the polls sold their Souls

To joust like Faust

Ignore

'Til the End of Time

You know how much I love you
I've told you many times
In many different formats
In music and in rhymes
The question never whether
The answer was I do
And that love will not sever
Until my days are through

fri-end-ship

from the I-shaped metal
we set sail to the ocean
with a pirate crew over dozen
as lightning struck and tide crashes
to go over the horizon together
has always been the X mark we trailed
then there's the cannon boring hole
and the mermaid's enchanting call

to a single pebble, tied to a rugged rope
we drift away to the sea
some survived remained

Deep end

I came to you already drowning.
You reeked of endings.
I dove in head-first.
Perfect.

When will it end

I sometimes wonder why we were brought here?
Was it mainly exercising reproductive rights 
Or was it to multiply the heads that will continue to endure the never ending pain of living with nothing
Why do we really have to keep going while there’s no way? 
Would it not be best to stop?
Forget that, maybe that’s not

To Loves End

He was intrigued
for she was different from the rest
and he found her complex
so he was challenged and perplex

there was a romantic complication
for she wasn't a mere possession
for though she had a strong resilient nature
she was as soft in love as Ikebana flowers

she was a woman before her time
for she endures danger, and takes charge
and in

Faithful Until The End

to
my
tailor-made
and
dearest friend
that
we
are
both bookends
always
faithful
and
inseparable
until
the 
very end

The End of the World

Snapshots of teenage melodrama:
not having the sense to stay out of the rain, 
the latest hits broadcast over the cafeteria speakers,
a night out, with boisterous boys and giggling girls in cars,   
first heartbreak. It seems like the end of the world - silly, isn't it?

Visions of Hell:
standing alone, under the driving rain, unable

The Eulogy 1994 to The End

I am here for a short time 
Sadly luckily my time has come. 
I am not sick or anything. 
But death is close to me all at once and suddenly. 
I felt his breath all around me
I fear I am dead; I gave up on me. 
None of you  really did believe in me
You

At the End of the Street Lies the Sky

By Michael Parker

At the end of the street lies the sky
dressed in the purple magician's robe
of eventide and the winter storm.

Tonight, she sculpts stairs of ice and
snow. She casts spells upon the laden
earth and the dying man can hear
her invitations in the blizzard, 
in dreams that are like all other dreams
except more sound, deep, and

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