Inevitability Poems - Poems about Inevitability

You walk, step after step, through choices carved into dust, through silence heavy with answers you are not ready to hear. You do not know where the road leads, only that it calls, only that turning back is not the same as stopping. But somewhere ahead, beyond the fog of doubt, past the echoes of what could have been, there is a version of you waiting— The...

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In illusory water A lone man row unending Following all Life's master Working his hand's unyielding. Time's a river that ever flows Began before beginning Forever a lone man rows Flowing long after the end Unbending he never bows. Downstream lies the cruel currents Knowing the final moment Death awaits a man's lament Hopeless be a man who fears Dead man be one who he peers End is nigh...

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Can you feel the ever fading sun, how the cold crawls over your skin; dark strands combine at the edge of vision? Can you hear their serene whispers - fragile and tentative fronds of affection - always beyond reach or comprehension? For you shall see and know to be absolute, an inevitable reaping upon this earth: of love’s joyous symphonies once before - as...

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Today, there are no rubber ducks or mother's marigold skirts to hide behind as we once did. In their place, lurking dark and hoary, a bathtub mist updrafts thick with loose spores, and mildew veins sprawling behind caulked-over creases. The day, shrinking away heavy with time, as a body sagging into water. Even the washing suds have gone sour, worn out honeysuckle soap. Vibrant bubbles now collapsed flat against the opaque water, lying unseparated as waves and...

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Old Bones Now listen while I tell you of a fella that you’ll meet, Who is older still than even time could be. His grin is kinda big and kinda straight and kinda white - Kinda threatening – a mite unsavoury. When it comes your time to meet him, it’ll only be the once ; You will never ever get...

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Inevitability David J Walker This is how I turned 20 With plenty of time left to Opine its wastings awaiting The sun to set The weekend to come Christmas Birthdays Summer vacations that Race past the calendars edge This is how I turned 30 Looking over a shoulder To see who is catching up Who is making up For past mistakes...

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Something happens when we accept our own defeat There's confusion and silence ego trip wakens from sleep Without knowing we abandon our plan to continue Justifiably argued grandiose our opinions Even though there's a part clinging on to the truth Snuffed with malice deniably wrapped in reproof We ignore it in spite of the honesty seethed Bringing shame to toughest of...

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Inevitability looms like the imminent sunset Beyond an unchanging bleak western horizon, Oft illustrated by those “death and taxes” More certain than next blood moon a’risin’. The lottery of life assures the loss of coin Before the aligning symbols outpour a lode Of silver and gold, or fortune unannounced Unexpected knocks at the door...

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No possibility to flee away Death is sitting on every single path No place to hide Death is hidden everywhere No opportunity to fly away Death can fly speedy more than light No life can save itself from the death Death can imitate everyone and everything in every way -Chattogram...

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Inevitability There’s nowhere to run and nowhere to hide When the ghost of that figure stands by your side Too late for repentance that time it has past The last grain of sand has dropped in the glass The time it is written there is no escape From the skeletal figure in the long black cape The clock has stopped ticking its...

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Neurosis imposes osteoporosis through Ouroboros like locusts Focus is broken so just blitz like Germans in Poland Anxiety lies to me and starts fighting me in 451 degrees Mind exploding like Boeing 747 Max's with 157 casualties Survival is a trial to lift my kind Wallpaper's yellow, might be more mellow if you play the cello Dog's not yellow, might go...

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Inevitability of death motivates me more than ever to fulfill all dreams of mine; make good use of my time, to capture the world, ...

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We spend our brief eternity grazing on fields of torment. Blindly ingesting sickly green fodder, full of empty calories and shallow perceptions. Our words hold no weight. The sounds we make to shape a thought in a mind malnourished. Meaningless. Futility bears our existence to the sharpened blades of men too big to bleed. While piercing...

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