Best Last Day Poems
Gene stood. Skyscraper demanding. Cold steel.
Thirty-five hard years. Over now. Just like that.
Corrugated box. Family photo. Timex watch.
Bitter coffee.
Stale sweat.
He walked out. Sun blaze. Fireball. Air thick.
Sidewalk. Familiar corner. Man there.
Black skin. Weathered face. Cardboard sign.
Gene stopped. Eyes met. Silent understanding.
"Seen you," the man said.
Gene nodded. "Fifteen and a half years."
"Never spoke."
"No. Never did."
Gene sat. Concrete cracked. Chill. Hands trembling.
"Lost everything," he said, eyes downcast.
Shame heavy. Guilt girded.
The man waited. Silent. Eyes knowing.
"Wife. Cancer. Kids ghosted. Job now too."
Gene's voice cracked. "Wasted. Empty. Life."
The man reached down. Pulled out a bottle.
"Drink?" he asked.
Gene nodded. Took it. Swigged deep.
Bourbon burned. Good burn. Real.
"First honest thing. In years."
They sat. Shadows lengthened. City hummed.
Bottle passed. Back. Forth. No words.
Gene breathed. First time in years.
Bygone dreams. Flickered. Misty.
Husband. Father. Provider. Lost Purpose.
Night fell. Stars peeked. Traffic thinned.
Gene stood. Legs unsteady. Mind unclear
"Thanks," he said,
The man nodded. "Tomorrow comes" –
Gene stared out. Horizon blurred. “That was yesterday.”
Street light flickered. Old worn dress shoes.
A sound.
Empty bottle.
Spinning.
Parting gift. Timex.
Ticking...
Categories:
last day, grief, jobs, loss, psychological,
Form:
Narrative
I now it my last day mum you don’t have to make a fuss
If you do I mate miss the bus
No don’t even cry
Your embarrass me and in front of that guy
Oh mum ill see you later
I’ve got to catch me mate
That traitor
The little brat ran of with me money
I’m getting it back and she better not call me honey
Oh mum ill be back in 6 hours
See you later and feed the rabbits
should i go to unverrite are stay at home
should i get more educaitin
are lay low
should i be cleever
are stay at home
i now im note good with my speelins
but i dont mone
its like stand at a cross road which way should i go
Categories:
last day, school, me, me, mum,
Form:
Rhyme
On a beautiful morning one day in May
I went to my grandma and grandpa's to stay
My grandpa fixed breakfast and fed it to me
I felt so secure as I sat on his knee
I ate every bite of my eggs and my grits
For a snack later on we'd have cheese whiz and ritz
Yet on this bright morning when the dishes were done
We went out on the porch and sat down in the sun
Grandpa picked up his paper and on that old porch swing
He went in a flash to meet Jesus the King
Before I got grandma I climbed on his lap
Hugged him and kissed him then my heart felt a gap
Although I was little I felt such a dread
The moment I knew my grandpa was dead
Though I miss him dearly I know where he's gone
He's joyfully worshiping God at His throne
I can't wait to see him I know he is there
Praying for me to be kept in God's care
Soon we will be Amazing Grace
As we all live forever in that glorious place
In Loving Memory of My Grandfather Frank J. Geddings
Categories:
last day, lifemorning,
Form:
Rhyme
It’s three am and I need to pee, feeling thirsty
My water bowl is empty and it’s getting warm in here
My crate is barren, the cement is cold on my legs
I hear my brothers and sisters cry, they are next door
I hear the door open, my masters are yelling, scaring me
My crate is opened, they shove me out, I pee a little
I get hit with a belt and screamed at, I head to the track
I finally drink but my stomach is raw, gurgling with gas
I am given some white substance, then a small treat
I am pulled to the lineup, I hate the sound of the horn
I see the white fluffy bone, or is it a bunny?
I run, run as fast as I can, my brother trips me, I fall behind
My leg and foot are bleeding, I cry out but no one helps
I am then taken to a field, I feel scared, alone, starving
It is quiet, until I hear a loud bang, something hits me
I wake up at peace chasing butterflies and seeing rainbows
Categories:
last day, abuse, dog,
Form:
Personification
What Would Santa Claus Say
by Michael R. Burch
What would Santa Claus say,
I wonder,
about Jesus returning
to Kill and Plunder?
For he’ll likely return
on Christmas Day
to blow the bad
little boys away!
When He flashes like lightning
across the skies
and many a homosexual
dies,
when the harlots and heretics
are ripped asunder,
what will the Easter Bunny think,
I wonder?
NOTE: The biblical book of Revelation says that Jesus will murder children himself for their mother's sins, in the letters to the Churches. But he won't stop there, according to the writer of Revelation, because after all the earth's creatures have sung the praises of God, a third of them will be destroyed in acts of bloody carnage, along with a third of human beings. That's trillions of animals and billions of people. I can't believe the compassionate Jesus of the gospels, who had table fellowship with prostitutes and refused to stone an adulteress, is going to suddenly start murdering their children and become the greatest serial murderer of all time. And how can the man who taught us to put aside religious differences to practice compassion in the Parable of the Good Samaritan not follow his own advice? Jesus reserved all his sternest criticism for hypocrites, so wouldn't he have to live up to his own teaching?
Categories:
last day, bible, christian, god, jesus,
Form:
Verse
I watched YOU be.
One night. One day.
Love grew this way.
Thinking you were the one for me.
Skin so soft. Smile so strong.
Eyes so big. Glare so deep.
Love i would love to keep.
I watched IT be.
Two nights. Two days.
Hate grew this way.
I thought we were meant to be.
Never imagined love would run away.
Voice so harsh. Words so mean.
Look so tough. Touch so rough.
Hate i would hate to keep.
I watched US be.
Three nights. Three days.
Pain grew this way.
You believed i belonged to you.
I thought this couldn't be.
Eyes so black, so blue.
Skin so red, so bruised.
Heart so broken, so misused.
Pain only grew.
I knew this couldn't succeed
I knew this couldn't be.
You watched ME be
Last night. Last day.
Sorrow grew our way.
As i walked away
We realized i can no longer stay.
Tears so thick, so endless.
Pain so deep, so wounding.
Heart so shivered, so confusing.
Missed me so much, so late.
Finally you realize what you had, what a mistake.
Now you watch what used to be.
From our first night. To now our last day.
Categories:
last day, abuse, betrayal, boyfriend, divorce,
Form:
Lyric
If my last day on Earth came with one wish
It would not be for food but it would be a dish
It wouldn’t be for forgiveness for all I have done
I would wish that this day be spent with just one
On my final day I would not be sad
Not with this wish, it just couldn’t end bad
I’d be happy and smiling for all twenty-four
This memory would last, an eternity and more
My last day’s wish, simply would be
I would wish for this one to spend it with me
I’d show her my love and she would know it was true
My last day on Earth, would be spent with you
Categories:
last day, true love,
Form:
Rhyme
Road work had been finished
for the winter on an asphalt strip
north of town near a nature preserve.
I said good-bye to the hotel owner
and he invited me back
although the town was a lifetime away
from my home. We shook hands.
The town wore its history well
with a façade of an old west town
complete with a jail and post office
on its main street, as if it wanted
to live that life again.
Picture postcards were sold in a drug store
to be packed away and taken home.
Gates of fences aligning themselves
on either side of a highway
spoke of the last cattle drive.
I realized this was the west
where cowboys lived and died.
Reflections stirred of how we gave of our lives
for our dreams and for the ones we loved.
Hasn’t it always been this way?
Sandhills loomed to my side as I drove
on a two-lane east to another town
where I could see another historic site
then get onto the interstate and drive
to the next assignment.
The sky above the open land was an ocean
as I drove east toward the sun.
Categories:
last day, adventure, appreciation, change, history,
Form:
Free verse
If today was my last day,
I would tell my friends, family and
even my foes
how much they have influenced my life;
if today was my last day,
I would embrace the weather
whether it is winter or summer;
if today was my last day,
I would offer apologies to
those I have offended
and to those I have hurt;
if today was my last day,
I would ensure that the people
left behind know that I love them
and that the life I lived was a blissful one;
if today was my last day,
I would thank the Lord for giving me
the time on earth and be wishful that I have
accomplished all that He has set out for me from birth;
if today was my last day,
I would want it to be a day
of no regrets,
a day where there is more laughter than tears
if today I took my last breath
I would want it to be a day,
where I smelled the flowers,
where I glance at Table Mountain for the last time
and whisper Lord, I was truly blessed…
Contest: If I had just one day left to live
Placed: 5th
Categories:
last day, forgiveness, hope, introspection, lifeday,
Form:
Free verse
If it was my last day to live,
All my earning to the poor I would give.
There's a few things I would enjoy,
And share God's love with every girl & boy.
If it was my last day on earth,
I would of hug & kiss all who I hurt.
I'll apologize for every bad thing I said,
Because I have little time, next day I'm dead.
If it was my final day to love,
I would give my girlfriend all she deserve.
Not forgetting my family of seven,
Because they'll need it while await a place in heaven.
If it was my last time to cry,
I would do it until my tear well dry.
I'll weep for the moment I hardened my heart,
And for the emotional eras that I fought.
If it was my last day to run,
I would of sprint until my energy done.
I'll jump over every standing wall,
And get up & run again each time I fall.
How would I forget my last day to eat,
Every last delicacy I would defeat.
Chips & chocolate I would devourer by the case,
Better belly burst than junk food waste.
A few more minutes I live a day to the fullest,
Beep beep I'm going into cardiac arrest.
Everyone's shouting but don't bother I'm going,
Signs of life, no longer I'm showing.
Many a things I missed on my last day,
But in a far place I look & stay.
My final day was indeed great,
Hope for heaven's gates I am not late.
Categories:
last day, death, humor, imagination,
Form:
Narrative
Tis a lovely day for students are glad
The last day of the school year is anything but sad
No more assignments to study nor papers to write
Students can deal with William Shakespeare at next year’s fight
Textbooks have been returned and stored away
Lockers are cleaned out with nothing to stay
The students rejoice with the last bell’s ringing
But the teachers are doing a happy dance
And tis they who are doing all the singing!!
Categories:
last day, childhood, day, funny, people,
Form:
Rhyme
So this is it. It’s finally here.
Your last school day has come
No more morning drop offs
No more rushed school run.
No more sandwiches to pack
No more sports kit to acquire
No frantic searching for the socks
Hiding somewhere in the dryer
No more crazes to embrace
No whirring fidget spinners
No scoubidos or scooters
No more school hot dinners
No more earnest pleas for help
Or passionate persuasions
To help with your maths homework
And solve quadratic equations !
A vista stretches far behind
When you were very young
And had to have your hair combed flat
But never in a bun !
Mum was taking all the flack
When your bottom lip would wobble
Armed with just a hairbrush
And a Clare’s, Pink Princess, bobble
Selling cakes and muffins
When cake stall day came round
Besieged by hungry children
At the home time bells shrill sound
Scrubbing out car carpets
With some enzyme killing spray
And vowing I would NEVER
Take you back to “Shakeaway”
No more sunny sports days
Then a picnic under trees
Nor helping at school discos
When the heat hit 80 degrees !
No more frantic walks to school
No chatting at the gate
No more nudge to hurry up
So we didn’t sign in late
No more uniform to buy
No September feet to measure
No school concerts to attend
And glow with pride and pleasure
No more avid watching
For the slightest trace of snow
Yearning for a snow day
Tuned to local radio
No more parents evenings
Time to sort out all the debts
To remember all those good times
and never have regrets.
We will treasure all these moments
Hold them close within our heart
There are other seas for you to sail
So soon you must depart.
These memories are so precious
These moments are so rare
So wherever life’s path takes you
If you need us - we’ll be there.
Categories:
last day, 12th grade, graduate, high
Form:
Rhyme
Here it is at last!
The very last day of school.
I have waited so long for it,
Now I feel like a fool.
The thing that I’ve wished for
Has come true on this day.
“My children” will all leave me,
They’ve grown up, and will go away.
We’ve learned about the alphabet,
And short vowels and long,
Compound words and opposites,
We have even made up poems.
All the consonants from B-Z
And the vowels mixed in too.
Oh! The things that we have learned.
Why, it’s been a regular zoo.
We’ve written stories and read jokes,
And we’ve laughed at Dr. Seuss.
The Cat in the Hat, and the Berenstain Bears,
And fairy tales, and lots and lots of truths.
We’ve learned alphabetical order,
And hung rhyming words on the door.
We’ve learned Dolch words by the hundreds.
It’s been lots of fun, but now- no more.
We’ve learned to count- to add and subtract.
We can do it very, very fast.
We time ourselves by the clock and race.
-We don’t want to be last.
We’re ready for Summer, and fun at home,
And fishing, and going to the beach.
And Grandma’s house, and the shopping mall,
And no one who tries to teach.
Categories:
last day, children, fun, leaving, school,
Form:
Rhyme
Here I am facing my death at age sixteen.
Each moment of my life has been a foreboding scene.
I never had desire to be this nation’s queen.
Devoid of love and care from my mother,
it seems I could not trust her or any other.
Merely a pawn in the game of my father-in-law’s ambitions,
I was inadvertently swept into these political transitions.
King Edward was tricked into naming me next in line.
To be ruler of this nation was not of my design.
The crown is something I should never truly own.
My second cousin Mary is rightful heir to the throne.
With Mary’s rule, a new era in England had begun.
To be a part of rebellion was never my intention.
Here in the middle of this winter season,
my husband and I have been found guilty of treason.
I witnessed my husband Guilford’s decapitated body.
Pulled in a cart past my cell, it was plain to see.
Frightening was the thought the next to die should be me.
However, I shall approach the block with grace and dignity.
Let my plight be known throughout the course of history.
May they realize I was undeserving of my destiny.
Lady Jane Grey, a cousin of England's King Edward VI, was queen of England for
only nine days from July 10-19, 1553. She was convicted of high treason. She and
her husband, Lord Guilford Dudley, were executed in the Tower of London on
February 12, 1554. I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable
information I obtained to write this poem.
Categories:
last day, death, historyhusband, england, husband,
Form:
Rhyme
‘Tis the last day of the year
Got it’s own remarks to bear;
Children this day ye don’t despise,
The day God made has got it’s price:
The day to settle the Year’s account
For God’s love so plenty bound,
Feeling sorry for the mistakes done –
Sometimes with hatred, sometimes for fun,
A day with awesome feelings bound
Of crossing the past safe and sound,
The Earth it’s finish line to reach
With joyous, victorious leap,
And Our hearts filled with gratitude
To thank the maker for the multitude,
Waiting to enter the New Year
With joyous hope, with God near.
Categories:
last day, day, december, farewell, goodbye,
Form:
Free verse