Best Last Drop Poems
Love is a silent emotion,
invisible to open eyes.
But, I saw the naked soul
of her enigma -
my universal truth.
A pristine state of perfection.
As her 'silence' whispered to my soul
in a million ways -
I felt her pangs
As her spirit breathed my oxygen,
my heart forgot about gravity,
feeling immortal in every beat.
Now a small flame kindles in
her chocolate brown eyes -
hotter than wildfire.
I see beyond her invisible veil,
hiding her divinity, wrapped under,
her tanned bronze satin skin.
Smoother than a bed of feathers -
would to touch it, be a sin?
Her fruitful lips of blissful nectar,
are an eternal passage,
covered in ethereal dew,
awaiting my soul with promises
for unseen paradisaical passion -
a taste would leave one intoxicated.
The mind pleads with time to be kind,
for the heart to remain patient -
for distance to not become an adversary.
Because,
nothing could define her elegance,
in any form of artistry;
a poet has no vocabulary,
a musician without a beat to his melody,
a painter without control in his masterstroke.
Her aroma is a rare scent from petals,
my hands could never fathom to blossom.
Her love is like the sun rays of a new dawn,
forever, ascending my heart with warmth.
I am her cloudless sky, for her glory to shine,
the ripples in her deep ocean -
for her to bathe within me.
In my quest to be within her embrace,
I shall keep the vampires from her door,
slay the demons who bring her darkness.
Face Satan in his satanic seas.
Be the whirlwind in her storm,
releasing her from chains of uncertainty.
Once, I gazed at the stars,
wondering where you were.
My musings writing about your arrival.
You appeared to end all seeking,
filling my hollowness with endearment -
became the last drop of my ink.
Morning coffee burns
when it hits my sleepy lips
boy, it sure tastes good!
.......The last drop of tear………
Embracing the eyes, caressing them
The last drop of tears is most beautiful
It doesn’t shed and leave eyes like its brethren
It remains with eyes till the end; dutiful
And it only leaves when eyes stop crying
It ensures the woes are gone; pain thus ended
Indeed the tear stakes its own life, its existence
But never quits its efforts: meaningful and splendid
And when it loses its life; let its corpse disperse in air
Even then its soul is there, to be together, to care
And its warmth reminds eyes not to cry anymore
But to respect tear’s endeavors: so selfless, so pure
And then eyes smile; pain ends; moments rejoice
The unsung saga of last drop of tear, it dies but ends the cries…
As I picked up the glass
I felt its weight
I felt its coolness
Its perfect smoothness
So where does gravity find a grip?
As I sipped the wine
I tasted aromas deep
I tasted the sun on rounded grapes
Grown in distant, romantic landscapes
So how did the taste get to travel?
As I saw the light reflected red
I saw the rings of colour
I saw the glow, I saw the faded pallor
In the edges of the light
So why did the light leave no mark?
And as I turned to weightlessness
And became a deathly stench
I turned into eternal light
My hand being firmly clenched
So why are You taking me home?
THE LAST DROP OF WATER
Clouds of despair will block out our sun
Trials and burdens each weighing a ton
God brings those clouds into your life
Not without conflict, discord or strife
Are they punishment or sent to refresh
Love incarnate through a Saviours flesh
Do not flee from raindrops that may fall
Let them linger enough for mercy’s recall
Grace will fall –heavenly drops from above
Till the last drop of water-a chastising love
the last drop
its falling apart
but i haven't quenched my desires
its the last drop, that has remind
darkness falls, dreams collide
the only one thing that was mine
its going away
and so am i
i just realized, about my time
just knew who was i
i was a confused boy
filled with hatred and lies
i was marooned and i was doomed
but i survived and i thrived
and the last time
these memories brings a smile
i just can't bid goodbye
nothing else,cause my hands are tied
the last drop was so divine
it made me cry, for the last time
Within sequestered silent tears’, my heart hibernates,
Solitudes that slumber amongst the venomous voids…
Love is snared amidst echoes that resonate in repose,
The walls of confusion crumble upon ravenous ruins.
A qabalistic quarantine quenching quiet landscapes,
Where alienation adorns the converging covertness…
Surreptitiousness strains seclude, darkened subterfuge,
For the wasteland withdraws within the wilderness.
A deluge of desolation dominates the demons den,
For what is left in my last lugubrious tender tears…
Is the love which divides within distorted dissolution,
As bleakness becomes, I am with you until the last drop.
...stay safe everyone & God bless...
March.01.2020
Quarantine Poems
Sponsored by: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Placed 3'rd...Thank You
Bitterness to the Last Drop
Bitterness to the last drop, knowing that the insanity needs to stop
Bitterness has won the fight that seems endless. Pleading to begin on a fridge of upper awareness. Wrapped in a world wind of confusion.
With no resolve and no conclusion
Friction mixed with fusion.
Ready to explode
This bitterness that lingers overhead, all throughout the soul
Blinded by its fumes and its taste.
What a waste? The way it manipulates the mind.
Blind, for an instant of this bitter candy, that seems to latch on.
When your remaining thoughts now, are dead and gone.
Furious, yet curious by the way it consumes, the way you think.
Not able or willing to pull away from its addictive sinking brink.
THINK!
When can you believe the ill feelings of its effectiveness?
Leaving others with this unsettling feeling towards selectiveness
When every thing seems lost in this great myth.
Which leaves you stricken to the core with bitterness.
Darius Howard 8/29/16
On the fateful hour of the day
The horizon covered in the anger of darkness
In my nostrils, a later meaningful blood smell
Head lying on a tough mat in village clinic
Despite elevation, eyes couldn’t catch sight of injured leg
In my mind a flood of unanswered questions
By my side for six hospital months you stayed
With beauty and smiles, my heart you comforted
But why on the last drop
Committed and loving, care you rendered
My soul filled with joy and happiness
But why on the last tear drop
When I needed you the most like thirsty relieving water
Hopeless and helplessly wishing to last bid warm farewell
You vowed never to set an eye on the poor me again
But why on my last breath
I am in love with this girl.
This girl who tries so hard
to hold the galaxies of emotion in,
in an attempt to rid mankind of it’s beauty.
I’m in love with this girl
who sees faults in our stars
and cries for them.
I am in love with this girl
whose every being consists of stardust,
One much like the other.
And my love for this girl does not wane,
For I shall wait until those eyes
look at time itself and make it smile.
For the time it takes,
will be the time until,
the time until the last drop of stardust
fills me with everything it has,
and I am taken.
The insatiable greed of man
is draining the earth,
bleeding it dry
Ain't no climate change
is the reason given why
Corrupt men of science selling out,
giving out bogus data
to support the claims of their business patrons
Rich greedy dogs
who never get enough
They love to drink your milkshake,
they love to drink it all up
Were granted permission to drill in
environmentally protected land
Fracking up the ground,
searching for the mother lode
Gas pipelines snaking across the terrain,
to the slithering cash register sound
All that glitters ain't really gold;
Profits are imperative, curse the cost of the pain
Filthy lucre dogs
who never get enough
They love to drink your milkshake,
they love to drink it all up
They love getting and getting
and getting more ...
greedy dogs that ain't never gonna stop
They gonna drink all the juice in the ecology can,
drink it all up ... down to the last drop
Why does the stars begin to fade,
Because of cruelty and fate,
Or maybe dream's not good enough,
Or day was hard and long and rough?
Perhaps there were no kind words,
But there were pranks and tricks of gods,
And might be it was just last drop,
And there're no faith and love and hope?
And there is troll, there is no elf,
Oh, I should write it to myself,
Because in pure and blue-blue Hight
My stars, alas, are not so bright.
The clouds are brought with restless wind,
It's howling loudly just like fiend,
But I assume we having scars
Can fire up again the stars.
Follow light to every wrong turn
Let it slip and watch it burn
You've bid the blood and spilled the pain
Now break the trust and cut the vein
Be nothing more and nothing less
Kill the cold and cross the stress
Feed the lies
Lose the fire in those eyes
Running crimson
Now you know what you've done
Let everyone down
Lay dieing, soak the gown
I last remember my tower of mistakes
Drained of red tears and chased away by all the fakes
In a realm where feuds festered, fierce and free,
Two clans clashed, Kovacs and Petrovics, starkly set.
Amidst the mountains, a tale of sorrow spun,
Where bloodied bonds bespoke a bitter debt.
Within the heart of Europe's emerald embrace,
Their homes, once harmonious, now hushed with hate.
Like whispered winds, war's woes wandered wide,
And peace, a petal plucked, left to dissipate.
The Kovacs, kin to Axis, saw strength in steel,
While Petrovics pledged to Allies, armed in kind.
Their friendship, fractured by the folly of war,
Torn asunder by the tempests of mankind.
In shadows cast by cannons' cruel caress,
Misconceptions marred the minds of men.
Foreshadowing fate's fickle hand, poised to strike,
Innocence lost to the echoes of "when."
Personified pain prowled through their streets,
As homes echoed with the cries of kin.
Hyperbole's heavy hand weighed upon their hearts,
Each loss an unbearable burden within.
With euphemistic whispers, they spoke of strife,
As similes sought solace in the storm.
Paradoxical paths led them to the brink,
Where love and hate converged, deform.
Anaphoric echoes echoed through their days,
Repeating tales of tragedy untold.
Mixture of memories, mingled and mourned,
In the tapestry of time, tales enfold.
But amidst the chaos, a glimmer of grace,
A love, forbidden, yet fiercely ablaze.
In the hearts of Romeo and Juliet, intertwined,
A tale of passion, in starlit haze.
Their love, a beacon in the darkest night,
A metaphor for hope in times of despair.
Assonance of affection, whispered sweet,
In every breath, a vow to dare.
As dawn approached, the final hour drew near,
A crescendo of conflict, destined to collide.
In the last drop of their blood, a legacy born,
A testament to love, undeniably tried.
And as the crimson tide washed over the land,
The Kovacs and Petrovics stood side by side.
Forged in the fire of their shared sacrifice,
A new dawn emerged, where peace could abide.
For in the poetry of their intertwined fates,
A lesson learned, as old as time.
That in the last drop of their blood,
Lies the seed of forgiveness, sublime.
if you are looking old winds
look at the songs
not yet forgotten
a full glass was memories
watch out for the last drop