#inevitably - Hello Poetry

The end may be near But that's okay. The end may be near But it's alright. The end may be near But it's fine. I expected this day to come. Not all things must come to an end, And yet, Here I am, a shadow of my former self Amongst the end of all things In this reality, it may all be over But that's okay. I wanted this day to come.

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Jul 22, 2025

Jul 22, 2025 at 3:36 PM UTC

kumikomae

The End

The end may be near But that's okay. The end may be near But it's alright. The end may be near But it's fine. I expected this day to come. Not all things must come to an end, And yet, Here I am, a shadow of my former self Amongst the end of all things In this reality, it may all be over But that's okay. I wanted this day to come.

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I keep telling you Our courses are diverging, And they are, By another degree with Every ****** row, Every irrational rant, I'm not sure quite How many degrees apart We are now because we Sometimes correct a bit, But more than one I think, It doesnt matter though, Because with each degree And 60 miles travelled I'll be a mile away, We travelled four years Thus far and even from a mile away I won't hear you any more, That is a mathematical certainty, But your hand is on the wheel, Of your ship And so is mine on mine, And soon it'll be time to tack.

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Aug 21, 2024

Aug 21, 2024 at 4:58 PM UTC

jamesb

2 degrees

I keep telling you Our courses are diverging, And they are, By another degree with Every ****** row, Every irrational rant, I'm not sure quite How many degrees apart We are now because we Sometimes correct a bit, But more than one I think, It doesnt matter though, Because with each degree And 60 miles travelled I'll be a mile away, We travelled four years Thus far and even from a mile away I won't hear you any more, That is a mathematical certainty, But your hand is on the wheel, Of your ship And so is mine on mine, And soon it'll be time to tack.

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The clock is ticking Falling into the blue She acts like it’s not But I know it’s true The day will come The moment arrive And whatever is there Will slowly die And on this day She’ll take up her part And follow the others Into the dark Drifting away On the glassy sea Waving joyfully To miserable me.

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Sep 24, 2018

Sep 24, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC

oblate-spheroid

Inevitably

The clock is ticking Falling into the blue She acts like it’s not But I know it’s true The day will come The moment arrive And whatever is there Will slowly die And on this day She’ll take up her part And follow the others Into the dark Drifting away On the glassy sea Waving joyfully To miserable me.

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So innocently and beautifully created, Though a life’s entirety can be utterly spent in search, imperfectly patient and imperfectly sated. For that love you can be immortalised with, Even unchanged by jealous Time, that weaves itself between hearts and minds, with nothing to take but only to give, Though is it true lovers souls can forever live... Life can be without and ones own life without in turn, But life is no life at all without gentle fire that can be held with no burn, A passionate fire that all mortal hearts deservedly yearn. Love is truly more complex than mortality will ever know, Seemingly with power to transcend our hearts and souls so much so, That we can continue to be, long after our spiritual self is freed. It’s easy to think we are so much in love today, and even more so tomorrow, Though frightful to think that this Love may turn to sorrow. Inevitably we may need to let go, we cannot keep what is merely borrowed. I am Jimmy.

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Apr 29, 2018

Apr 29, 2018 at 4:57 AM UTC

JDLeishman

LOVE IS BORROWED?

So innocently and beautifully created, Though a life’s entirety can be utterly spent in search, imperfectly patient and imperfectly sated. For that love you can be immortalised with, Even unchanged by jealous Time, that weaves itself between hearts and minds, with nothing to take but only to give, Though is it true lovers souls can forever live... Life can be without and ones own life without in turn, But life is no life at all without gentle fire that can be held with no burn, A passionate fire that all mortal hearts deservedly yearn. Love is truly more complex than mortality will ever know, Seemingly with power to transcend our hearts and souls so much so, That we can continue to be, long after our spiritual self is freed. It’s easy to think we are so much in love today, and even more so tomorrow, Though frightful to think that this Love may turn to sorrow. Inevitably we may need to let go, we cannot keep what is merely borrowed. I am Jimmy.

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Funny how easy Loves appears to be, until It laughs with the other easily Reconcilable "maybes" That devalue your first "hello". First, it began as "hello". Little did you know how Interested he would be in you, but Reflecting on it now, you see how those Tender tendencies weren't exclusive. Finally, all you have left is "hello", Like every other girl he knows. Inevitably, you're one of many Recycled pretties that thought They were more than another "maybe".

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Apr 28, 2018

Apr 28, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC

JessicaJarvisPoetry

flirt

Funny how easy Loves appears to be, until It laughs with the other easily Reconcilable "maybes" That devalue your first "hello". First, it began as "hello". Little did you know how Interested he would be in you, but Reflecting on it now, you see how those Tender tendencies weren't exclusive. Finally, all you have left is "hello", Like every other girl he knows. Inevitably, you're one of many Recycled pretties that thought They were more than another "maybe".

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My words maybe silent but the ripples carry on.... With every shore that I reach, even though restrained. Every wave is inevitably felt... no matter its touch.

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Aug 4, 2017

Aug 4, 2017 at 5:40 PM UTC

poetic-t

Inevitably Felt, Though Gentle

My words maybe silent but the ripples carry on.... With every shore that I reach, even though restrained. Every wave is inevitably felt... no matter its touch.

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