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Ishant17 Jan 2018
Finally sat down
To write.
Write epilogue
To all that we were.
All those starring
And longing
Which I wanted
To end
And end just in each other.
My pen broke
Asking me
To stop
To wait
To give us another chance
But I knew ,
I know
That you won’t never know
And thus I complete it now
With an epilogue
With a book
Which I hope unlike others
Will go to my grave
Unpublished unread
Just with an epilogue
EPILOGUE that’s all
We were.
IT ENDS HERE...BUT
STAYS FOREVER
Mister J Jan 2018
Cherish the small sweet moments
Savour the nourishing morning kisses
Remember every beautiful memory
'Cause when everything ends it's a twisted tragedy

You'll be left in bed thinking like crazy
Asking why she went out that door
Never to be seen and touched again
Bringing with her a big chunk of your brokenness

When it all ends, what would you do?
Will you rise up and try to move on?
Or would you mope bitterly until you lose all reason?
3am thoughts.

-J
Amanda Dec 2017
Long ago, in a time that seems so far away
Doesn’t that sound so much like a cliché?
A time before grown up became a word
When a day lasted forever, isn’t that absurd?
Wishes you made on a shooting star came true
Really? What other lies were told to you?
A four-leaf clover brings good luck,
There is gold at rainbows end. But, all you find is muck.

A time so far away was my childhood
I wish I had known, wish I had understood
That a day is not forever, they pass in a blink
Each day creating another memory in the chain link.
I am grown now and I have seen the shooting star.
I haven’t made a wish on this fiery rock from afar
It wouldn’t hear me as it travels the sky
Heading to earth on its final death cry.

It has filled the news these last few weeks
Nothing to be done, no deterrents to seek.
The world leaders have head for cover
Hoping they will be able survive once it’s over.
People look to each of their religions
Hoping for some divine interventions.
But some have decided the best way to cope
Is to steal a new television, a stereo, some dope.
They scream and rage against what is to be
Fighting in the streets in their fearful agony.

Two days to go and I have a spot picked.
I have a list, all boxes ticked.
Music, wine and a blanket to rest
For my faithful doggy companion on this quest
In the forest of my childhood play
I will find the mossy grave where I will finally lay.
To smell the earth and hear the birds last song.
Knowing all to soon it will be forever gone.

In a time so far away.
J C Dec 2017
Naive wedding vows
under a towering tree
ends childhood ardor
A playground romance, an abrupt end, and an ensuing haiku.
Piotr Sordyl Dec 2017
Remember me, please,
When the last sliver of light ceases,
When the sound of the last sigh slowly dies,
When my hand no longer caresses your chin.

Remember,
Those lips curving in smile, tenderly pressed against your chest,
The single, crystal-clear tear that would never leave my eyes,
And the laughter you would always break free from my sorrow.

Caress those memories:
The warm assurance of unwavering bond, the calming embraces,
The reason to be and the reason to withstand,
And that sweet melody when I called your name.

Do remember, and smile.
As all of it had happened once, I assure you,
however unreal it seems, like an illusion or a dream.
I promise, I will remember, wherever it may be.
If I ever had the opportunity to say the last words to the only person that has ever truly held my heart and has seen the deepest ends of my mind, I would certainly do.
Sha Oct 2017
I pretended to be under the stars with you.
The make-shift strobe lights from cheap laser pointers became shooting stars in which you offered wishes while I look in amazement. I don't know the color of the stars in space, but ours are red. And red is anger and hunger and maybe that's why it didn't last.
Or maybe, I'm just blaming those cheap laser pointers because I have to justify my short-lived love, my faults.
The clock chimes nine
A plan in motion

Life lived and left
Lost loves lie lit
and illuminated in
The lanterns of memory

The clock chimes ten
A decision decided

Friendship, both fresh and fought for
Forever lasting yet found
only in few and far between
fond places

The clock chimes eleven
An end draws near

Droughts of long done days
Do drift through the distant eyes
Of a dazzled dreamer
Dancing down the path

The clock chimes twelve
A goodbye has come
This poem is about leaving behind a period in ones life and moving to the next.
he used other human capital
to achieve his own ends
what kind of person would
be involved with these lends

beneath his exterior
a brain-washer lay
exploiting everyone else
to bring him handsome pay

credit in his dodgy account
came at a considerable fee
abusing and misusing
Bob and Mary's kindly spree

they had no understanding
of his predator plan
working them over so he'd
be the number one man
Debanjana Saha Sep 2017
A celebration ends
*And we celebrate it
with laughter,
joy, and a bit of sadness
but only with the hope
in our eyes
that the rejoicing moments
would come back again
and fill us with all happy moments
all over again.
A celebration begins giving us all happy moments with family and rituals of goodness. But as it end, we celebrate it again in the hopes that it will come back to us once again.
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