#lastdays - Hello Poetry

Smile with a touch Growl an innate hunger Climb the pillar To see At the cropped top Lies the crown Thorny and sublime Creation bows Zeus sings Cries of Osiris Echo his name Pulling away the enchantment Veils tear Truth gleaming fourth Constricted scrawls on papyrus He is here Setting us free Throwing down shackles The sun has risen Nero has sung Peter languishes in torment First a laugh Another kiss A second betrayal True to the construct Doom is here Armageddon begins

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Jan 11, 2018

Jan 11, 2018 at 2:30 PM UTC

dakotajdawson

Come Unto Thee

Smile with a touch Growl an innate hunger Climb the pillar To see At the cropped top Lies the crown Thorny and sublime Creation bows Zeus sings Cries of Osiris Echo his name Pulling away the enchantment Veils tear Truth gleaming fourth Constricted scrawls on papyrus He is here Setting us free Throwing down shackles The sun has risen Nero has sung Peter languishes in torment First a laugh Another kiss A second betrayal True to the construct Doom is here Armageddon begins

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My days are counting down I am almost done can't mess up now These years have flew by From Freshman To Senior But I ask myself have I been a great leader Have I made a difference over these years Have I helped those I love heal all of their tears I ask myself as these last days fall Did I really stand proud and tall Did I do what was right Corrected all my wrongs I am about to be rewarded for these twelve years that lasted so so long As these last days are falling I can finally say I can be free at last from Ole L and E

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May 19, 2016

May 19, 2016 at 9:44 AM UTC

rod-watson

Last Days Falling

My days are counting down I am almost done can't mess up now These years have flew by From Freshman To Senior But I ask myself have I been a great leader Have I made a difference over these years Have I helped those I love heal all of their tears I ask myself as these last days fall Did I really stand proud and tall Did I do what was right Corrected all my wrongs I am about to be rewarded for these twelve years that lasted so so long As these last days are falling I can finally say I can be free at last from Ole L and E

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It’s the end of the world, as we know it So hurry, hold me close and we can slow it Beneath a burning sky, lets hold the other Forget the fights and heartaches, my lover Meet me down that alley, where we first met where the fire hasn’t spread there yet Let us speak the things that remain unsaid and sit our hearts down, inside our head Can I call you ‘my wife’, before the end? There may not be a morrow, but we can pretend Let’s find a church before they’re burned to the ground Make our vows before the sky falls down Take my hand and run through the streets Sing our love before the chaos proceeds Play the tune that we’ll always remember dance beneath a red moon, now or never The world may think we're a little mad yet, it’s the best of days we’ve ever had You and I, my love, are forever it’s not over till we’re over

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Sep 1, 2021

Sep 1, 2021 at 6:01 AM UTC

MyDearPoet

It’s the end of the world

It’s the end of the world, as we know it So hurry, hold me close and we can slow it Beneath a burning sky, lets hold the other Forget the fights and heartaches, my lover Meet me down that alley, where we first met where the fire hasn’t spread there yet Let us speak the things that remain unsaid and sit our hearts down, inside our head Can I call you ‘my wife’, before the end? There may not be a morrow, but we can pretend Let’s find a church before they’re burned to the ground Make our vows before the sky falls down Take my hand and run through the streets Sing our love before the chaos proceeds Play the tune that we’ll always remember dance beneath a red moon, now or never The world may think we're a little mad yet, it’s the best of days we’ve ever had You and I, my love, are forever it’s not over till we’re over

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HEAR the quiet sea SEE the man looking for me ME hiding from him HIM with simple eye AYE his words I hear HEAR the quiet sea THINK the time has come COME take life's water free FREE yourself from sin's grip GRIP hold of the real life LIFE everlasting at last LAST days require us to think THINK the time has come LISTEN to words inspired and true TRUE faith follows the thing heard HEARD faith without works is dead DEAD we are to our former sins SINS forgiven by means of Christ CHRIST one to whom we must listen LISTEN to words inspired and true © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.

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Feb 29, 2020

Feb 29, 2020 at 11:54 PM UTC

poetry2go

Conversion

HEAR the quiet sea SEE the man looking for me ME hiding from him HIM with simple eye AYE his words I hear HEAR the quiet sea THINK the time has come COME take life's water free FREE yourself from sin's grip GRIP hold of the real life LIFE everlasting at last LAST days require us to think THINK the time has come LISTEN to words inspired and true TRUE faith follows the thing heard HEARD faith without works is dead DEAD we are to our former sins SINS forgiven by means of Christ CHRIST one to whom we must listen LISTEN to words inspired and true © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.

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One year has slipped away, Another hurries close behind, And school, once warm and bright, No longer sets the heart alight. We’ll long remember that first ringing bell, When we, with clumsy hands, were taught to draw The snow-white house where Taras Shevchenko fell In love with freedom’s call. Again the tears come rushing like a stream, Again my mother holds my hand so tight, But I don’t wish to bring those days back — Let them live forever in memory’s light. Останні дні Ось рік минув, За ним іще один поспіє, А школа в нашому житті, Вже більше серця не зігріє. Ми довго будем пам’ятати, Той перший наш дзвінок, Коли нас вчили малювати, Шевченкову біляву хату. І знову сльози потекли рікою, І знову матір йде за руку зі мною, Але не хочу повертати дні, Нехай у пам’яті залишаться вони!

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6d ago

May 29, 2026 at 11:34 AM UTC

Taymay1

The Last Days

One year has slipped away, Another hurries close behind, And school, once warm and bright, No longer sets the heart alight. We’ll long remember that first ringing bell, When we, with clumsy hands, were taught to draw The snow-white house where Taras Shevchenko fell In love with freedom’s call. Again the tears come rushing like a stream, Again my mother holds my hand so tight, But I don’t wish to bring those days back — Let them live forever in memory’s light. Останні дні Ось рік минув, За ним іще один поспіє, А школа в нашому житті, Вже більше серця не зігріє. Ми довго будем пам’ятати, Той перший наш дзвінок, Коли нас вчили малювати, Шевченкову біляву хату. І знову сльози потекли рікою, І знову матір йде за руку зі мною, Але не хочу повертати дні, Нехай у пам’яті залишаться вони!

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