Written by Jacob Ibrag
When your last day sneaks behind
your back, will you greet it as an old
friend or an enemy? Will you drown in
a river of what if’s or reminisce on what
used to be? We are forever finite, forever
fooling ourselves otherwise. We share this
air if only for a moment, and sometimes
a moment is more than enough.


Soul is eternal ,body is mortal
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Hi Jacob, I really loved this one. Especially the imagery in the “last day sneaks behind your back” and “will you drown in a river of what ifs”. I thought it was beautifully written. Also, I got around to posting that assignment I was talking about with the quote and poem if you want to check it out and maybe try it sometime!
https://serenasinclair.wordpress.com/2016/05/02/the-sound-of-thought/#more-1230
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Thank you very much 🙂
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Wonderful poetry.
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Thank you 🙂
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Hello Jaco, I thought the poem was beautiful. I agree with serenasinclair, great imagery (-:
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Thank you 🙂
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How true! Love this 🙂
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Thanks 🙂
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Beautiful! Such alliteration and juxtaposition in “forever finite.” This poem remind me of Bryant’s “Thanatopsis.”
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Thank you 😀
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It looks like she is being consumed by fire! Powerful art! 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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Beautiful and precise.
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I really loved this.
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Thank you 🙂
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Simple, reflective and profoundly pleasant. 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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