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You're a Pompeiian poet. Volcanic ash is raining down. You write one last poem. What is it?
Ended December 31, 2017 • 58 Entries • Created by adamdrice
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You're a Pompeiian poet. Volcanic ash is raining down. You write one last poem. What is it?
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17 in Poetry & Free Verse
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Last

It was always coming and we lived life accordingly. Without the sun we couldn’t appreciate the light of the moon. We have lived in darkness and light and embraced each moment as our last. Now it truly is our last. Perhaps a new beginning.

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You're a Pompeiian poet. Volcanic ash is raining down. You write one last poem. What is it?
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Dream in Poetry & Free Verse
• 110 reads

Time

When you first told me that we were on borrowed time,

I laughed, taking you in my arms,

Asking from whom it was borrowed.

Now I know.

I know that time is not something we can keep,

Or hoard,

Or stow away.

Time can only be used, or wasted.

And it doesn't go away:

Even when we're gone, each hour, each minute

Will carry on like the last.

I remember when you first told me you loved me

And I laughed and said I love you more.

You said you'd love me to the moon and back

But not to the sun,

Because that would be too much.

I told you I'd love you to the end,

And this is it.

This is the end, and I still love you

Just as much as I did at the beginning.

I borrowed time and now I'm giving it back,

Perhaps a bit worn,

But still usable by some other soul.

Goodbye.

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You're a Pompeiian poet. Volcanic ash is raining down. You write one last poem. What is it?
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oddconvictions in Poetry & Free Verse
• 52 reads

Godless

Where now are our glorious, lauded gods?

Jupiter, in lightingbolt robes woven from furious storms, where?

Flames stream from above like Olympian rain.

Lady Juno, clothed in sumptuous purple, wreathed in scent

of plums, weighed down with bounty and elegance, where?

Snowflakes of ash are lining our windowsills.

Where now are our statues adorned with devotion?

Minerva, wise goddess, your serene, marble likeness

is melting in embers at the heart of Pompeii.

Twins of sun and moon, Diana, Apollo, you look

down from your chariots with disdain,

as the melted rock from Vulcan's forge drowns us.

Where now, are the deities we so devoutly worshipped?

I know only of one,who has deigned to show himself,

Pluto, his stygian hand wrapped softly around my throat.

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You're a Pompeiian poet. Volcanic ash is raining down. You write one last poem. What is it?
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CarpeNoctem in Poetry & Free Verse
• 109 reads

Pompeii: Ad Finem

hearts beating

loud

shook up

the ground

mother earth

awoke

heated and enraged

sputtered her billow

of clouds

at the sky

it lingered

jupiter roared

as the darkness fell

o' caelestis

o' lucetius

i howled at the sky

where Dies Pater

has defeated

in the shrine

of apollo

i knelt

recited the verse

i wrote

as my last gratitude

for the gift

bestowed upon me

glory to the patron of poets

for he is worthy of many hymns

life flashed

before my eyes:

of the times i spent wisely

of the times i spent foolishly;

short yet worthwhile

i curled up

bore no regrets

as the death came

in pyroclastic flow.

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You're a Pompeiian poet. Volcanic ash is raining down. You write one last poem. What is it?
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AussieCarter in Poetry & Free Verse
• 50 reads

The End

Black ash rains down upon us

They said the world would end in fire

I did not expect it to come so soon

Terror smiles amid the chaos

Fear hides in the hearts of all

What was once man is now a statue

Of crumbling ash

Returning to the dirt that once made him

May God save our souls

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You're a Pompeiian poet. Volcanic ash is raining down. You write one last poem. What is it?
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Ken_W_Writer in Poetry & Free Verse
• 42 reads

Our Last Embrace

I reached up, brushed the hair from his face

As I melted into his embrace

The sky was hidden from our view

As the volcano began to spew

Ash and soot filled the sky

I held him tight, we both cried

I tried to comfort this man I love

As fireballs fell from up above

I knew that the end was near

Trying hard to show no fear

The volcano’s wrath finally found the place

Where we clung to our last embrace.

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You're a Pompeiian poet. Volcanic ash is raining down. You write one last poem. What is it?
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adamdrice in Poetry & Free Verse
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Untitled Pompeii Poem

Ash, ash... drifting down.

Volcanic rain o'er Pompeii town.

Fire, fire... so we mourn.

Can what was yet be reborn?

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You're a Pompeiian poet. Volcanic ash is raining down. You write one last poem. What is it?
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chainedinshadow in Poetry & Free Verse
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The End

Day and night are beginning to blend together

Into a never-ending twilight;

The stars are hidden from our view,

And the planets are burning.

Suns and moons collide

And burning rain falls.

This is the end of the world,

But I don't care,

I only care about

The end of

Us.

The always present darkness hangs over us,

And burning embers form the ground,

While ash creates the sky above.

We count the falling stars at night,

And the smoke from a million fires

Burning on the horizon wraps around us.

They told us it would be okay,

But I know this is the end.

Most of us will not survive,

But what worries me most

Is if we will.

I remember when you held my hand,

As the lights went out one by one,

And when you told me it'd be okay,

As burning rivers of lava cascaded,

Engulfing all who stood in their way.

And how you covered my ears

From the cries of the dying,

While drying my tears of terror.

And you told me not to worry,

That you'd never let me

Be alone.

Iridescent dust from a million shattered stars

Settled around us, choking and strangling.

Each moment seemed like an eternity,

Each day was an endless hell to me,

And it seemed like you and I were alone.

You were my lifeline, connected by a hand,

As the terror raged around us,

The looting, the killing, the burning.

Nightmares cloud my eyelids but

Just as you promised,

I am never alone.

But it was all lies, wasn't it?

Because you did leave me alone.

The day the Earth breathed its last breath,

Groaning and splitting open down the middle,

And hot lava pouring out from its molten core.

You died. I watched it happen, powerless to stop it.

It felt like my heart was ripping in half,

And my body was wracked with sobs.

What is the point of living anymore?

After all, with you gone, I have

Nothing left to lose.

The universe is revolting against us,

As if to purge us from this reality;

Perhaps like a phoenix rising up

From the ashes of a ruined world,

From ashes that formed of bones

And human minds and hearts

To create something new and better

That I will never live to see.

I should feel sad, but I don't;

I'll see you soon.

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You're a Pompeiian poet. Volcanic ash is raining down. You write one last poem. What is it?
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jboulette5671 in Poetry & Free Verse
• 44 reads

Pompeii, What Can I Say?

I'm melting

It's pelting

The whole world is sweltering

Ashes falling down

Lava hits the ground

My charred bones all around

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You're a Pompeiian poet. Volcanic ash is raining down. You write one last poem. What is it?
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SharondaBriggs in Poetry & Free Verse
• 35 reads

Last Goodbye

As my doom nears,

I think about the tears,

that comes through the years,

Of me leaving.

If you are in this position,

You understand the transition,

That puts us in the condition,

with no retrieving.

I want to send love to all I encountered,

please know its real.

And my fears of the pain, as it hot rain,

tell you how I feel.

My begging goes to my lord,

to stop it before it starts.

If this happens,

I can't donate my body parts.

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