Finally I reach the end
A place which is free from hate .
No more divisions in the world .
No more truths are twisted and curl .
Then I saw the god .
Saying life can't be mod .
My eyes no longer dim
Then I asked the same question from him .
How to stop the hate 's blaze
How to end this dark days .
' it's not me who divides
It's not me who'll suffice .
After so many chance I given to you.
You all don't even taken the clue .
You let the hatred win . You give your powers to sin..
I don't think anything left. No more misery no more theft .
Go and live up your life .
Cause you won't get it twice .
I'm not sorry and I can't give the way .
To end up this dark days .'
No , I can't hear this words .
No , I can't see the bloods .
What I need is the way .
To end this dark days
A day when everything was quite.
Everything was dark . And there's no one fight .
A day where everything was black and I can't see .
All was n fogged and walking alone with me .With my back pack on my back with confusions in my head .
I'm running to heaven nort digging my grave
, I can't just can run away from the world of sin
.Walking , running , thinking , chasing , hiding .I lost my way .I can't listen to them cause I know what will they say
.The breath in the lies , poison that they drink
.No I can't see the sky , even the world is getting shrink .Everything was black , everything was dark
.And this is what they think ' I can't cross the way '
But I will fight , I'm not afraid of death.Just light up the light and give up the hate .
God will show you way to end up this dark days.....
They say that in the final 30 seconds of your life, you see either the best moments, or the entire thing flash before your eyes. I couldn't really differentiate between the two;
Thirty. One of the most memorable performances of my life, the day you caught my eye from amongst the crowd. Twenty-seven. That day my friends and I hung out at the pool and laughed so much that I nearly died. Twenty-three. When we were at your place and I cut and colored my hair, all in your bathroom sink. Fifteen. All of us, sleep deprives, but lazily singing and dancing on the pavement nonetheless because school was out. Eleven. My hands hold yours. Your lips hold mine. Six. The final sunset I'd ever witness. Three. Your eyes. Zero.
To focus on what self importance brings
That final blink will flick to nothing
At best a whim
Too late as time has slipped
It's skin has shed
Where youth has fled
The cycle of light and dark
A heavy step leaves a beaten path
What has been learnt and can be shared
To offer greater care
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we been through a lot together...
nobody says it's forever
Today is a good day.
Piecemeal, a Coronavirus poem
by Michael R. Burch
And so it begins—the ending.
The narrowing veins, the soft tissues rending.
Your final solution is pending.
(A pale Piggy-Wiggy
will discount your death as no biggie.)
Keywords/Tags: coronavirus, plague, Trump, final, solution, stat, statistic, number, ratings, reelection
The Poem of Poems
This is my Poem of Poems, for you.
Every word ineluctably true:
I love you.
Keywords/Tags: love, poem, poems, poetry, true, words, word, affirmation, final, statement, true, truth
It is a hope
that when my time is come
that the thought
"what if I had-"
will not be my last
by Michael R. Burch
come to ur doom
the stars stark and chill
over Boot Hill
care nothing for ur desire;
imagine they wish u no ill,
that u burn with the same antique fire;
for there’s nothing to life but the thrill
of living until u expire;
so come, spend ur last hardearned bill
Keywords/Tags: Tombstone, Boot Hill, grave, headstone, death, doom, graveyard, morgue, final, payment, resting place