At The End Of The Day Poems - Poems about At The End Of The Day

At the end of the day How do you feel? Are you ok? Can you sleep peacefully? If so, good for you. Because at the end of the day I'm in pain And i stay awake until my demons give me peace But they never do At the end of the day Where do you see yourself Dead or...

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At the end of the day it seems I know more than I knew in the morning The daytime reality fades into dreams The dreams disappear with no warning It all boils down to the evening Just one more evening to bear Since one certain day it’s a different feeling Cause you are no longer there So what do I know? Not much The...

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It's funny, the random things that remind you of what a lovely place the world can sometimes be. Like two little birds alighting on a wire, as you emerge from the underground just at dusk on a Thursday: two weightless silhouettes, suspended in the pre-star sky. I wonder what journeys they've seen; if they are recounting the day's adventures, or merely resting...

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put up my feet and tune out my favourite music in the background forget the daily grind no worries no busy mind brush free the day's cobwebs smile to myself and relax shake off the weight of the world AP: Honorable Mention 2024 Posted on September 13, 2024...

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The final score always left wanting, regretting much metaphorical bed-wetting. The cross-over to the beginning is as swift as molasses. Mental heels drag, pointlessly we ran out of points to make too soon. At the very end is the redirect start line - bang! Go, not rats racing just facing up to the concrete ceilings we plastered over only yesterday and yesterday now will always remain an 'end of the day'...

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When the day is ended and it is time for bed, and I lay my head down, I sigh with tears; I am so, so grateful to still be healthy. when thousands have died in the world. I am doing everything I can to stay save, isolating inside, getting groceries delivered; medications delivered, wearing a mask, washing my hands over and...

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This crimson afternoon is getting late with evening shadows growing ever long. The sun is knocking loud at nighttime’s gate as nature’s choir is singing evening’s song. The western sky is painted coral hues as day surrenders to the evening dusk, and daylight slowly starting to diffuse while giving way for darkness to unhusk. In emerald treetops birds begin to roost, as golden harvest...

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i am tired the day was long and i did nothing nothing from the things i had to do i am happy the day was full and i did a lot a lot of the things i liked to do i am tired the day was good cause i did i have done what made me happy...

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At The End Of The Day This is simply my pessimistic observation of the ways of the world; A conundrum timeless, if you will. At the end of the day, do we really know, does time stand still? How can we really know what goes on behind closed doors and in secret hearts? When we believe in love,...

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At the end of the day, The sun shines its light; The rain stops pouring, As shown by rainbow's delight. At the end of the day, After the long journey; Storms of life weathered Submit to a moment of glory. At the end of the day, Begins the victory parade; Sweet success is shining Through our sacrifices made. At the...

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Rose from the dead , recarninated into what god had planned, i feel like im the walking dead. always cold bury be back in my sand.stresssed out, i wanna break out , lord plese grab my hand please take me on your walk fill my heart with your prayers also your strenght of knowlege to...

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At the end of the day I go back, Travel the moments Of my field-path- Retrace the harvest And seed Placed as children In eider cradles....

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crimson streaks in a fading sky, the sun falls below the emerald. ___________________________ May 15, 2013 Poetry/Crystalline/at the end of the day Copyright Protected, ID 05-478-404-15 All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France...

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I needed a little book to have Something to write my heart desires So burning, my heart stopped being quiet This was enough for my pen to start. In less than two hours I poured it all out Things I saw but I could not yet touch Just on point, I had no second thought Then decided to seal the book’s mouth Assured,...

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Is this my achievement? This is not what I planned for Clueless answers is all I seem to get Darkness now lights the room of my thoughts Everything I built now in smithereens Broken pieces now left for me Beauty faded away like memories As ashes that are worthless to me But I should have seen it coming Where was the weak link that...

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