Best Last Word Poems
As I seize from greener pasture
Forgive me for taking away nature
lives have always been in vain
stopping them from breathing with pain
I toil never to hold my gun
with tears full of fun
The sleepless night became difficult
Because hunting was my cult
I regret taking away this joy of hunting
But not jolliness of killing
remembering the beautiful butterfly
and the choral singing of birds pass by
I never forget about the forest
even when I went to rest.
Categories:
last word, imagination, places, science, science
Form:
Personification
Divorce Decree
The Last Word...
You and me,
we are free...
from each other.
You should be happy,
I no longer have the right;
to make your dinner,
clean your clothes,
fold them and put them away.
I no longer have the list...
to complete before you get home.
The dishes the floors, the doors,
the apple cores,
and the bores you call your...
parents to entertain.
It is no longer my life's pleasure,
to be at your leisure,
your beckon call, too tall,
I fall from Grace.
I will not be there to smack flat,
or hit the cat,
I will not be there to race out,
and get you what you need...
with speed.
Why are you not happy?,
your money is all your own.
The few dollars I spent,
no longer drains you...
of every cent.
Why then did you fight so hard?,
you are quite a funny card.
I gave you everything you asked,
to be free at last.
Yet you cry on still,
as you have not had...
your fill.
You want to put me down,
one more time,
Make me pay again,
for some hidden sin.
You want to be better,
then all the rest,
before the test,
but you will fail,
as your pail is empty.
Brightly dressed a peacock,
screaming in the night.
You sound like a girl,
a woman being beaten.
I would know,
I have heard the sound...
before.
This time it is you,
remembering that all things beautiful,
are sometimes just feathers,
Turkeys are lovely,
but they are still...
served for the holidays.
Categories:
last word, abuse, age, angel, divorce,
Form:
Free verse
Steaming fire and ice
Glomming armour and vice
A royal defence force
A charging horse
He’s sire
Knighted Sir.
A messiah
My hero
A skilled warlord
Conqueror of worlds
His regal sword
The last word
Categories:
last word, fathers day,
Form:
Rhyme
Texting whilst driving
Should not be a crime
I've got me a truck
That stops on a dime
I steer with my knees
Now isn't that cool?
Good God Almighty
Just look at that fool
Driving straight at me
And texting away
We're going to crash
And ruin my day
Hold on a second
Life just isn't fair!
I'm ending this text
On a wing and a prayer . . . .
Categories:
last word, car, conflict, culture, farewell,
Form:
Verse
The last word
For every end times
Too bad
The heart bleeds
When goodbye
Becomes
The last word!
Categories:
last word, africa, break up, cheer
Form:
Epic
Someday at any time I could be gone…
When it happens don’t you dare be sad?
I am saved and living in God’s great beyond,
Enjoying the best times that I’ve ever had.
Now I hope to be caught up into the cloud,
However God’s timing and planning are right,
To be adjoined with all the redeemed crowd,
So take up the mantle and against satan fight.
The battle will not be over till the devil’s in hell,
If you are not born again I’d encourage you to be,
Be a watchman till Jesus makes all things well,
So your soul too can be made eternally free.
Remember my wife, sons, daughters, whom I love,
The rest of my family, friends, all of those who care,
Outside of grace you were my treasure from above,
Life was wonderful, I am so glad we got to share.
Now as I bring this poem of eulogy to a close,
All my sufferings are over with pains all gone,
It’s okay to cry over my death but a party I propose,
For on satan I have the last laugh my journey’s done.
Pr 27:1 - Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may
bring forth.
Categories:
last word, death, dedication, devotion, faith,
Form:
In those eyes, of china blue, where flames of love once raged,
I saw the loss of passion creep, as ardours hold assuaged.
And on my ear, where fell the sound, of yesterday’s life dream,
I heard the silent painful sound in Edvard Munch’s Scream.
Oh how the loss of what we had, now twists this struggling heart,
that beats in melancholy time, defying surgeons art.
Elysian fields of yesterday, slow fading from my sight,
rebuke me with lost promise, as I behold the cold of night.
Carefree days and careless ways each played assassins part,
stealthy blades unnoticed, as they quietly pierced the heart.
Too late too late, the warning cry, unheeded and unheard,
what’s lost is gone forever,
goodbye is such a final word.
Categories:
last word, angst, lost love, loss,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
YOU STARTED THIS WORD WAR LAST NIGHT,
THROWING YOUR WORDS LEFT AND RIGHT,
LITERING THE ROOM, I GRABED ME A BROOM
AND SWEEPT ALL THE WORDS OUT OF SIGHT.
IF YOU WANT TO THROW WORDS AT ME,
REMEMBER THAT CERTAIN WORDS STING.
IF YOU BE INCLINDED, TO GIVE ME A PIECE OF YOUR MIND,
REMEMBER, SILENCE IS GOLDEN AND FREE.
Categories:
last word, feelings,
Form:
Blank verse
The forest might not be mine,
But in my dreams i still cross that line.
my memories cant be forgotten
as i picture animals getting rotten.
I still want to hunt with pain,
but not to dream with any blood stain.
No to hunting,taking all animals as a pet
I hold them with care without a bullet,
though I have a meal without flesh
is like drinking water which is not fresh.
my career is no longer to kill,
But to watch the forest from a hill
My last words as I hunt no more
As I enjoy nature by the shore.
Categories:
last word, animals, history, imagination, inspirational,
Form:
Personification
Tears that are never acknowledged suddenly take precedence unexpectedly within nocturnal callings
hidden wounds long festering never acknowledged sliced openly are silently hemorrhaging fears
one’s loved least claimed through schematic vows haunts the night’s mechanisms ever consuming
while black tattooed weeds on a widow at no time seen are never shed in tempestuous mockery
The trees we watch through the winds of winter grow more sullen and desolate as their time passes
everyone shall cross on to frozen ice chilled veins leaving remains defeated by death’s caress unexpectedly
harmony is now long gone inexplicably across the abyss where nothing meaningful rests in disillusioned chambers
shattered pieces of treasures faded by fairy tales glued together into a patchwork frame hung upon hollow walls
Night visits of final farewells long past overdue won’t break the divide if left unspoken forever cursed
mystic vows whisper inside the shadows to never love again is grace with peaceful slumbers kissed sublimely
unfettered is an enviable plea that echoes insensately as no other request beckons so appealingly
dreams unrivaled and unreachable fill the days forged with sugar caned sweetness of darkened honey
Waking once unimaginable is now fully embraceable at the beginning of the widow’s dawning…
Categories:
last word, anger, conflict, courage, dark,
Form:
Free verse
THE LAST WORD
as barbs fly back and forth and tempers rise
do you often disagree and keep feeding fire
that keeps dissention flowing in downward
spiral as things are said that are not meant
fatal stings of verbal attacks cause damages
breaking relationships not fixed or refurbished
beyond repair as we dwell in conceited pride
gratification and delight in a victorious prize
as arrows are shot back and forth in rancorous
bitter ruthless verbal combat of private crusade
try turn the next painful targeted aim to apology
and value relationships through a humble defeat
© Kim van Breda—May 2014
Categories:
last word, anger, forgiveness, wisdom,
Form:
Prose Poetry
‘LAST WORD’ POETRY LOVE'
it has transpired, my one true love.
I am possessed, writing poems,
words transcribed, my passion, my love.
Feelings for my wife, an omen,
that true peace, true love, can exist!
Extant life, lacks natural love.
Those that think it doesn't matter,
why look to the skies above?
Planet 'B', oh hopeful chatter,
that true peace, true love can exist!
Fear that greed will supersede love,
a normal life whence peace prevailed,
deeds of good, just a tiny shove
to show all, that what is entailed.
That true peace, true love, can exist...
Categories:
last word, fear, hope, true love,
Form:
Free verse
this is an epitaph to uncle pat,
who died because he got over fat,
for breakfast he had cereals and toast,
but only two loaves of bread,he'd boast.
then for lunch,fish,chips and mushy peas,
he could eat three helpings of these,
then for tea,eight sausages,bacon and eggs,
until his weight finally broke both legs.
from his hips down they used a ton of plaster,
to each foot they fitted a castor,
a stool with wheels under his bum,
then liquid food,oh that made pat glum.
but very soon his belly began to shrink,
it started to make pat stop to think,
he said"gosh it's years since I've seen the floor"
i won't eat rubbish food no more,
his pot came off,a slim pat he did see,
i'll reward myself with a cruise to be free,
he drank wine after supper,he got very drunk,
then broke his neck when he fell from the bunk.
Categories:
last word, food, funny, health,
Form:
Verse
FREEDOM
One country... planet earth freedom
No boundaries… just on kingdom
One government for the people
All religion just one steeple
Yes… it can be done… we’ll prosper!
Wildlife sadly restrained freedom
Not for them a referendum
For them all… restraining boarders
We’ve no need to be such hoarders
Yes… it can be done… we’ll prosper!
We look for planet ‘B’… freedom
A chance where we can still live on.
Contamination left behind.
if that planet ‘B’ we do find!
Yes… it can be done… we’ll prosper!
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RULES
[1] 5 lined stanza’s, as many as you like. The fifth line of each the refrain, and must remain the same throughout the piece.
[2] 2 stanzas minimum.
[3] All lines in iambic tetrameter, including the refrain.
[4] In the first line of each stanza the last word must be identical (LAST WORD), poetry.
[5] Rhyming schemes: ABABC. AABBC, ABBAC
Categories:
last word, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
Beneath lies last-word Bobby Fife
who never paid heed to his wife.
She said that mountain was too high.
He yelled, “You’re wrong. The top I’ll try----!"
Date: April 13, 2019
Contest Title: An Epitaph to Make Us Laugh
Sponsor: Jesse Rowe
February 4, 2023
entered in Brian Strand's Your Option Poetry Contest
Categories:
last word, death, humor,
Form:
Epitaph