"terminates" poems
Where goes the time when it flies?
Simplified by expression, and stained by clarity.
Smudge by lucidity
smeared by simplicity
tainted by intelligibility.
Tempus fugit as in time flies.
Sharply distressing with painful feelings
to the point of mental instability
morning or night
we become possessed with its mystic dealings.
Where goes the time when it runs?
Not a solitary explanation is found.
It happens and it won’t stop
until life terminates as well
without cause.
Derived of rationalisation
lacking understanding
short of justification
bursting with vindication
persistently and with conviction.
Where goes the time when it sails?
From the second that we’re born.
Where were we existing?
We cannot be so sure
Cannot recollect the past
Not for the first five of our years
Memory so blur, so shadowy
Hazy with distortions
obscure and confusing
Unit our mind starts slowly to recollect.
Where goes the time when it escapes?
The chronology of life so mysterious.
Nothing can solve its ambiguity
for time is a complex case
with an infinity of secrets.
What’s the obsession when we have so many setbacks
drawbacks and obstacles
obstructions and conundrums
to take care of before time perishes away
and leaves us stranded in oblivion.
Oh time, you magnificent of all mysteries,
the high and mighty of ambiguities.
Show us mercy and explain
we are not detectives of secrecies
your spell with us reflects on the whodunits.
Oh time of things past and yet to come
give us a clue as to what is to derive!
“Remember”
it softly replies “Make most of your lives”
“Once I fly away no one can have a replay”.
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 6:11 AM UTC
If the soul is dyed by thoughts, I will rest in my reason.
By following my just nature, I will let my desire find its termination.
For I am made of the stars. I will let my spirit shine.
I am a rising star, not a falling one. I am divine.
Nothing outside changes the value of my shining nature.
Despite criticism or praise, nothing shall perturb me.
My loveliness terminates in itself. My beauty evolves with the seasons.
I will love my nature. I will rest in my reason.
My flesh desires sugar, but sugar rots the soul.
To nurture the character of my mind, I’ll feast on the fruits of wisdom.
I’ll feed my soul thoughts ripe in virtue and I’ll let my spirit shine.
For tranquility is nothing but a good ordering of the mind.
I will not be troubled in any season.
When my flesh desires treason, I will rest in my reason.
Jan 24, 2023
Jan 24, 2023 at 12:53 PM UTC
Time terminates all inner truths.
Years will pass, we are the hare,
And time is the tortoise.
We will wake, from this delightful dream, and find ourselves
Excluded from the final prize.
Down your pens now, poets, live, live, live!
Take risks, love freely, be daring, try sharing,
Be the hare, but be aware,
You’ll look around one day and there’ll be nothing there;
Up in front, a smiling beast in a shell
Will watch you crumple, overtaken,
Speed is futile,
It’s the journey that counts.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 7:38 AM UTC
I am just me.
A single being.
A beginning and an end.
I am just me.
An individual.
My character and personality and morality belong to myself.
I am just me.
A human alone.
My heart is mine alone to own.
I am just me.
A person all my own.
My worth terminates in myself alone.
Sep 8, 2023
Sep 8, 2023 at 1:07 PM UTC
594
The Battle fought between the Soul
And No Man—is the One
Of all the Battles prevalent—
By far the Greater One—
No News of it is had abroad—
Its Bodiless Campaign
Establishes, and terminates—
Invisible—Unknown—
Nor History—record it—
As Legions of a Night
The Sunrise scatters—These endure—
Enact—and terminate—
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Not long ago, the writer of these lines,
In the mad pride of intellectuality,
Maintained “the power of words”—denied that ever
A thought arose within the human brain
Beyond the utterance of the human tongue:
And now, as if in mockery of that boast,
Two words—two foreign soft dissyllables—
Italian tones, made only to be murmured
By angels dreaming in the moonlit “dew
That hangs like chains of pearl on Hermon hill,”—
Have stirred from out the abysses of his heart,
Unthought-like thoughts that are the souls of thought,
Richer, far wilder, far diviner visions
Than even the seraph harper, Israfel,
(Who has “the sweetest voice of all God’s creatures,”)
Could hope to utter. And I! my spells are broken.
The pen falls powerless from my shivering hand.
With thy dear name as text, though hidden by thee,
I cannot write—I cannot speak or think—
Alas, I cannot feel; for ’tis not feeling,
This standing motionless upon the golden
Threshold of the wide-open gate of dreams,
Gazing, entranced, adown the gorgeous vista,
And thrilling as I see, upon the right,
Upon the left, and all the way along,
Amid empurpled vapors, far away
To where the prospect terminates—thee only!
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Mankind destroyeth another
Predicted long ago;
Mankind killeth sister and brother
Predicted long ago;
Mankind plundereth the earth
Predicted long ago;
Mankind eliminates the newborn
Stained blood upon church snow;
Mankind terminates with weapon's
Predicted long ago;
Mankind to God they get angry and question
Predicted long ago;
Mankind escapeth with addiction
Predicted long ago;
Truth bringer's sit in prison
Predicted long ago;
Politicians ****** with unlawful invention's
Predicted long ago;
Immoral parading of falsehood
Predicted long ago;
Thugs and dope in the neighborhood's
Predicted long ago;
Earthquake's in diverse places
Predicted long ago;
Mankind changing natural faces
Predicted long ago;
Mankind of their father the devil
Predicted long ago;
Mankind worshipping hell's level
Predicted long ago;
War's and rumour's of war
Predicted long ago;
Syria turning to a ruinous heap
Predicted Isaiah 17:1,
For thou whom don't know.
Murderer's stealeth for keep's
Predicted long ago;
Beast's dressing up as sheep
Predicted long ago;
Hatred from their bellies
They get hired on whom they know.
Dollar bills come to naught
Whilst debt in every abode grows.
Unorthodox affection's
Like bloomed flower's show.
Sign's in the sun and moon
Predicted long ago;
Prophet's telleth truth beyond the tomb
Predicted long ago;
The world is in chaos
Predicted long ago;
Iran joining with Russia
Predicted long ago;
China practicing for war games
Predicted long ago;
Revelation 9:16, nuclear bang,
An Oriental blow;
A false prophet to bring religion's together
Predicted long ago;
With the Antichrist as his helper
Predicted long ago;
Underground shelter's
Where rich men hide their woes.
Whilst some prediction's hath happened already
Predicted long ago;
More art being fulfilled
Predicted long ago;
More to cometh
Predicted long ago;
Soon Christ's light shalt shineth
Predicted long ago;
Every man to bow their feature's
Predicted long ago;
King of king, lord of Lord's
Whom many hath rejected before all they know.
Broken glass in blown out stores
Predicted long ago;
A disappearance of many Christian's(rapture)
Predicted long ago;
World war three
At the step's of thou
And me;
Predicted long ago.......
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Prophecy
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
I look outside and wonder
when will time fly faster,
(only when I want it to, of course)
so I can be released from this cage
and roam free across the plain of grass
that gives me surface from the gravity
that in and of itself keeps me grounded
because without it I would be lost
and floating without direction;
out of this world and into a place
that welcomes my existence
with dark open arms
but terminates my life
and suffocates my breathing calm
because oxygen is absent
and breathing is a healthy habit,
so I must relax and take a breath
to get through this day of madness.
Aug 20, 2010
Aug 20, 2010 at 10:43 AM UTC
Sent away from the church
To keep her hipsters away
And that almost transparent dress
That terminates
Several inches above the knees
Told that she was,
A stumbling block to the sheep
Soiling the mind of the male congregation
The pastor still in the brackets
Denying the chosen ones
The power of the Holy Spirit
And the Spirit of God was moving
Above the surface of the waters
When Adam and Eve were very naked.
Told she stirred the Spirit of desire
The spaghetti dress
Starting too early and ending too late
Cooking immorality in the society
Hungry men, say lustful
Evil minded
Yet they claim the Spirit reigns
Overcome by their selfish nature
A willing Spirit
But a weak flesh
They blame it on the church lady
And I have never seen
A bull rape-and-murder
And never seen also
A dressed Freshian cow
And they call her church demon.
Jun 23, 2012
Jun 23, 2012 at 5:27 AM UTC
old
rolling stock
late at night,
quiet, cold,
silent & still
in loves last,
dusty, dark
sideing yard,
we are
*un
coupling*
From now
you are the past
Blame that was cast
has set fast.
Loves last link,
our boys,
will be bro ken... more.
Now only ha lf mine. We both
saw red. The insipid signal lamp.
I could not hold us all together.
I couldn’t halt your pull
away. Not with acts
nor words nor
love. and
so, with
out
Destined for
different
lines.
Disembark.
Stand clear.
This train
terminates
here.
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 12:37 AM UTC
No one
is who they were
yesterday.
Minuscule adaptations form
with each sunrise
and go unnoticed
until you look back at an old photograph,
or think about something that happened
with an old friend who is now a stranger
that you know nothing about.
You are your own doppelganger.
The girl sitting in the theatre
playing obnoxious games
with her loud, aspiring individualistic friends
seems like a stranger to me.
It is impossible
to pinpoint the moment
when things started to change
and I lost sight of that girl,
and who she wanted to be.
At the least,
I wonder
when everything
started to shift.
What caused the imbalance?
Now I sit alone
in classes I don't care to pursue
with no sense of aspiration
towards anything.
I remember all of the laughter
and the sleepovers, gossiping about
everything.
I remember random details
and insignificant everyday stories
that could take up hours
upon hours
of reiterating.
When a friendship terminates
what are you supposed to do
with all of your old shared secrets?
Where are you supposed to put those memories?
The girl I am right now
doesn't talk to those people anymore
and I can hardly remember
what it felt like
to be in her shoes,
and all I really have
is knowing things
about the people
that they used to be.
CVT
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
Out across the Northern sea
she sits serenely watching me as I sit watching her
two chairs,one space
and Skype lets me
look on her face.
So beautiful,
I'm full of glee
but she sits quietly watching me and sees in telescopic sight a man that might appeal and could he feel her heart beat tenderly?
somewhere across the Northern sea.
I felt the winds ride in her hair as the ocean carries me off,where we'll meet,and yes, her heart beats tenderly.
I'll be her picture on the wall,with colours bright so when she calls to me across the Northern sea,
I'll be in frame
Just wait and she will call my name.
This type of Skyping is no game for children or for lesser men.
When oceans rise and flow quite freely from her eyes
I shall sail across the sea to be wallpapered on her screen,compute the distance,data insistence regulates
and eventually terminates the nightly talk.
tonight I walk
tomorrow free
for we will skype again,
I see the Northern lights
she sees in telescopic sight this man
who waits upon the Southern shore
wanting more.
Oh internet
you'll not regret this meeting of the continents and quite content I sit and wait
until the data gate is opened up for me.
she sits and waits somewhere across
the Northern sea.
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 4:19 PM UTC
under pressure
terminates leisure
quit it
whether
it is loud
or rather.
no need to
whack
when it
can tact.
time
to sack
is the perfect slack.
let it not
flack
when it
can pact.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 6:40 AM UTC
I have tried to give birth to a new and improved version of my vision
Exulting blips of exactitude and ambition
Flashes of pretension on a screen of pending dreams
Lacking mobility and projection
Inertia writhes
I'm mainly advertising trying to sell and intrigue
To those who have enough eloquence to persuade my predilection and schemes
Endorsing me providing lifelines and pure consciousness
Lacking the force of extorted themes and exulting worthiness
Cleansing my mind of the mocking bird's trash heap
Help me dissemble the falsified declarations and professions of fiends
I want to be pristine
I beg thee to teach and galvanize me
Endowing me with inexorable sight
Keeping me keen and full of bold might
I am willing to fight
Bring me to the surface of these turbulent seas
No need to mention my frailties and anxieties
All I ask is a breath from the surface of true realities
The urgency constrains my needs for rejuvenation and appreciations
For all those little beautiful things that once meant the world to me
Like pink carnations
Sleeplessness morphs into spells of insomnious hauntings
Stunting my contractions
It's completely and utterly exhausting
A labor deprived of true initiative and wanting
It may sound silly but everything is contradictory
It is these pains that leave me incomplete, ineffectual, and in paralyzing omission
Excluded and feeling great depths of oppression
Despairing and kept in solitary confinement
Suffering more than I'd like to profess
Distressing the matters that cave into my chest
An infiltration of insurmountable anguish
Abolished
Untouched by a shoulder or hand of accommodation
Is it selfish to push for this magnitude of isolation?
I crave cultivation
I want to grow into the Giant Sequoia
But the fires of self doubt leave my branches in ruins
Smoke signals sending sirens
A constant affliction
It's all my own doing
Contingency pleading for nourishment
Somehow knowing thee and ye could constitute for something of legends
Tell that to our reflections
Or maybe it's the fear of fire that terminates our pregnancy
Causing us to introvert instead of projecting
Withholding both you and I from mastery
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
Holland park to Queensway
Safe as houses
North Acton to White City
Stay on the train
Finchley Road to Wembley Park
"All change please"
"This train terminates here"
West Ham to Star Lane
6 minutes to walk 6 minutes to wait.
Elephant & Castle to Lambeth North
IWM you know what I mean!
East to West North to South
Oyster at the ready!
LNDN
O I love it!
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
I have reached the end of this corridor.
The space between the walls either side; where I stand.
This space is tiny.
I have been funnelled here. The route was so direct, so easy.
The easiest.
The end, so predictable and terminal.
We walk this path so well. Along the way we read such inspirational things in such cheap places.
The sentiments and motivational words surround us so much that we are numb.
The inertia set in years ago, but sparks have ignited in me in these late times.. Each one all the more misguided and further from reality.
Far from this reality.
I suppose, where I crave to be?
The results are unsuccessful.
My dreams flicker through grey matter like remnants of a Universe lost.
The distance from whence I came?
So great that I can only produce tears in response, as I comprehend it.
Silent ones.
Nothing should be spoken of this - I see that now.
Deaf ears
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
Is the dream finally broken?
Can not be deciphered, the writing of destiny!
Then, wandering towards the stark reality.
In purity of soul, remembering Him,
Determined determination.
In receiving the order,
No more pointless crossings.
What a lust called!
All are illusory, all are mortal,
When the day terminates, all will be covered in deep darkness.
No more the temptation of hypocrisy,
No more, inevitable bleeding of the heart,
O Indestructible!
Permeate my heart,
Unconditional return to You.
Jul 14, 2022
Jul 14, 2022 at 5:22 AM UTC
Quiet evening on the porch . Explosions in the distance , the soldiers are getting small , incoming ! Attention subjugated from intense light to the west ! It's storming in Alabama tonight ! I'm sure it is ! The insects , mesmerized by porch light , are growing in numbers , catapulted East by violent winds , the prequel to our own battle with Thor and his army ! An entire Division , preceded by artillery , wave after wave ! Refugees have flooded the screen in rear combat operations tonight , confused , terrified faces are flashing before my very eyes ! Sergeants are screaming commands on both sides of the road as the skirmish recedes ! Rain ... Puddles .. At six a.m. as the fog begins to lift , siren of whippoorwills , ambulances rush forward to gather the dead , the toy soldiers have bled all they can ..Their really just plastic anyway ! Play things , hallucinations , flashbacks , whatever word conjures , terminates repetitive mind games , conflict witnessed many years ago , committed to endless replay , delivered by a Summer storm from Alabama last night !
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC
Head smacked
With an abrupt thwack.
Nose aggressively shoved in the corner;
Followed by the crazed rant
Of an old school rhymer;
Unaware their current act....chant....
in the Future be court docket tabled....
Labled...
And designated a "child abuse" crime:
Breaking news at prime time
"How dare you speak to me?
Didn't your mother...
Or father teach you proper manners?
Look here, look listen! Directly into my eyes see!
So... I may know you understand clearly.
Little girls (and boys) are to be 'seen and not heard.'
You disrespectful ****
" thwackity thwack"
A hard double hit reverberates
(Emotionally terminates)
As a forceful chalked blue
Cue
Smacks...
Cracks...
The backside of the child's red
Pigtailed Head
(Thrusting it forward in an eight ball call shot
Designated for the left corner wall slot).
Nose banking the wall with a hard ******
Dripping blood
(In full crimson flood),
Invading her mouth with copper waste
(Mixed in with the salty taste
Of tears falling in silent haste).
Destined to dry with a tinge of rust
and crust.
Followed by a loss of parental guidance trust.
Daring not a single peep--
In weep.
The child covers her bloodied mouth
(With trembling hands)--
Muffling emotional cries at an alarming rate--
(In a fearful state),
Dreading a forced follow foul stroke:
That a single sound could provoke.
Contemplating her prelection:
In extreme sudation.
She wondered why her mother....
Father..
Encouraged her ranting chatter
And told her that all questions matter?
Didn't they know that bubbly banter...
Chatter...
Would cause her
Disciplinary stature
(Possible nose fracture)
And a guaranteed position in the corner
(Under the care of an old timing
Rhyming....
Bitter....
Head splitting
Sitter)?
Marie Moldovan ©️ 2021
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 4:49 PM UTC
Love a Test
Love terminates but at a real test
Which a lover has just to celebrate
With all its odds and trials at best
It is a state and one has be straight
I take your love as charm so warm
My sweetheart be mine under stress
As atrue lover I will follow the norms
Even pain in distress remains a bless
My God is my love my love is my God
Where I don't have cheeks to complain
Whether I go through just soft or hard
If you ask me just the taste I can't explain
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2018 Golden Glow
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 4:09 AM UTC
Light, from a billion years too late
Creating states of existence
In an essence of brilliance
On a journey that deliberates deliverance.
Belonging to all
These black nights filled with pockets of galactical,
manifested mystical’s –
of fire and pure delight.
Welcoming all, to join them in a dancing rage
Screaming to all who look upon their fate
Come and join us and live among this artificial state
The black holes creating galaxies of continuous rate.
Follow me on this journey of magnificence
Stars falling in from everywhere
Dust clouds manifesting inside out
Colours only seen to believe their brilliance
Planets colliding
Solar systems offering silence
Moons defending restless meteors that seem lost at the gate.
A planet resides west offering food, shelter and light
Are you ready to hold on tight?
Entering the atmosphere with the weight of an eternal flight
Help me
Ready to die with overwhelming fight
A raw silence hits the delicate shields of plasma that give off a radiance of fire.
Shades of blue await
Living eyes that are here to communicate
The journey is only beginning
As this one
Terminates.
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 3:54 AM UTC
Sand dunes at the end of June,
A prolonging urge to hold your hand,
A quiet and pleasant moon
Though unaccompanied by you,
Your departure was non-existent,
Vague-
As dew kisses good bye
Knowing well,
That this storm may not end yet,
My heart sinks low,
As all my energy drains,
Emptying my veins,
Slowly and partially-
As dew kisses good bye
For the next many years,
I mourn in pain,
Exultant once-
I remember the feeling of love at first sight,
As winter engaged,
It would remain static but now terminates in the summers,
As dew kisses good bye
I whisper in the dark,
Remember my name, love?
I hear no voice,
Alone with a silhouette of myself-
I spill words on a piece of paper,
Writing hastily-
As dew kisses good bye
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 7:53 AM UTC
To die in my own arms.
To experience rapture in my world
encompasses a field of hindrance.
Undoubtably failing,
to seek those who comfort me in a world of nonfulfillment.
A confined receptacle of positive emotions
struggling to be kept shut tight,
as I meander the streets of the bold and proper.
Unconventional workings of the mind projected by waves of sound ******
causes discomfort to those who have listened in company of me.
Notability has been afar,
since I had last possessed it so greatly.
I am now the last of what to be known,
as the person I once was to be.
Lust awaits behind a door,
a door that has weakened with seniority.
Love appears to be concealed in fear.
Rejection is relative to love's own emotion.
Lust is what terminates the opportunity of love,
when oral phrasing is miscalculated from it's true meaning.
Never have I been so doltish,
and scatterbrained I seem to be.
Alone I am It seems to me.
Will solitude become my everlasting acquaintance?
It's been surely devoted for quite some time,
although I'd prefer to meet it's demise.
Nevermore I seek to idolize,
such a classification that rebuffs me.
I'll keep to me and one day I shall see,
It is but only me,
who has been faithful to fidelity.
Failure to remain in solidarity any longer,
with thoughts I blindly accept.
Denial will get myself nowhere,
but a premature casket that aimed to be fulfilled by an obsolete version of me.
I have yet to find such love again.
Nostalgia appears to be such a unique function of the memory.
Yet nostalgia for me,
causes misery when reminding me of what I once had, and will forever fail to achieve again.
Two malignant relatives haunt me as I attempt to dream of peace and tranquility.
Malicious enemies such as depression and loneliness will forever cease my ability to dream.
Opposing the peacefulness they provide the nightmare.
But no nightmare is as gruesome or horrific as the constant reminder that,
I am alone,
And I will now know what it's like,
To Die in My Own Arms.
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC