Best Last Words Poems
* my peace will be found
in your embrace
as stardust trail tears
streak your face
whereon my longing
will at last be quelled
where upon your flesh
my name is spelled
when I am returned
unto your womb
my maker my lover
my home my tomb
June 23rd 2018
Composed for Gregory R Barden's
My Muse, Mortal - Poetry Contest
2nd Place
Standard Contest 400
Sponsored by Brian Strand
1st Place
Pain and betrayal
It is so easy to say:
Time will heal all wounds
The soul and heart is empty
Do not ask me to go ahead
A worn out body, but still young
Can feel my blood fizz
but do not feel alive
Hope disappeared
Promises were broken
Tears
Yes, I know
Can no longer look you in the eye
I have failed
Do not deserve your consideration
I hate myself and my miserable life
One time I was real
Now a shadow of myself
Dishonest and a disgrace
Leave me alone
Give me money for my last needlestick
12.07.2013
A-L Andresen :)
(2nd place in the contest)
We have come this far,
In this forever, here we are,
a speck of sand, a blink
vulnerable as we think
we are not a never,
nor are we a forever.
Time will claim the choice,
silence the loudest voice,
All the whispers ever heard
will go mute in deathly word.
Vision seeds go unplanted,
timbers fall warped and slanted.
Moments shiver and sieze
with the dying of the breeze.
We find our home inside
the womb of the natures bride
waiting to be reborn
left behind lovers mourn.
Finality is a fragile thought
some fear, some sought,
and it is my turn for goodbye.
Time comes and we all die.
For contest: my muse, mortal
Date: 6/21/18
She wanders through the rubble,
Tears streaming down her twisted face.
Red eyes mixed with black eyeliner.
Her pupils shine green among the dancing flames.
Branches snag her tattered clothes,
Causing her to fall.
On hands and knees,
She has no will to stand.
Chains and locks on her wrists and ankles,
Not letting her move.
Too weak…
She’s losing the fight.
Days of crying and sobbing,
Such pain.
Screaming on the inside,
But her voice won’t work…
What did the wind feel like--
Blowing against your back
Riddled with whispers
You heard or imagined or both?
Was it cold,
The ground?
Did it scrape your knees
on the way down?
Or could you even notice through the noise?
I want to know
Was it hard to live in a world
that wanted you dead?
Is that why you couldn’t do it?
Tell me, please
I need to know
Was it all too much for you in the end
Or worse,
Did it never feel like enough?
“Gun violence is the price we have to pay to uphold our Second Amendment rights to bear arms”
—Charlie Kirk
his life the price paid
Charlie’s take on mass shootings…
cool down rhetoric
All i want from you is me...
my true love, why did you leave me this way
My heart will only fill now with sorrow
and no! I will not, look to where you have gone
I will not prepare for tomorrow
It has come to me, what last words I would say
as I lie here awake, as the night froze
the warmth taken from my heart this day
not to return as the new morn sun arose
I am sorry my love, that I feel this way
but now all alone, my mind it just roams
carry my thoughts to a place I may be
where I hope to feel loved and I am home
there is not one word, I could ever be told
take away a love, I will forever hold
the silence of your leaving was too soon to be
my last words, please forgive me
Your a Dirty mess
broke, toking on your death smoke
Drowning in a pool of lies
until your gonna start to choke
Does your mummy even know
That you ever did smoke
Before you blame your sh i t on me
Driving drunk,taking coke
You have lied and you cheated,
yet apparently it’s my fault
That we ended, I’m controlling
When I didn’t check your phone
I knew I should
You were texting and arranging when to go
Get your things, come to my place
No one ever has to know
Keep it in, brush your teeth
Never let that s h it go
I’m going mad, you a prick
They f u ck ing said so
Moved on, no more love
I just wanted you to know
I was loyal, full of hope
But you let our love blow
Up in pieces, with no reason
It really bothers me
How you thinking you’ll get away with disrespecting me,
Here’s a thing, shut it up
As I know we don’t belong
Your the one who never loved me
Your the one who did me wrong
By Rosie Hill
Hush now, close your tired eyes
For tomorrow there will be brighter skies
Rest now, for you have made your mark
You will be remembered when it all turns dark
Hush now, the pain will end I swear
I will remain by your side, for I am always there
Rest now, for you have had your time
And I know you are young and in your prime.
Hush now, for you are journey bound
Take his hand and follow, rise off the ground
Rest a while; you don’t have to fear any more
God’s love awaits you through his glittering door
Hush now; listen to the angelic call from above
With you always, in every whisper with all their love
Rest now, for his arms will embrace you always
We love you and will miss you throughout our lonely days
N.B. entered as an example to my contest 'Last words to a loved one' Good luck x
I’ve written all the poems I could write
in this short span of earth life given me.
This final poem may seem a bit trite.
My finest sonnet it’s not meant to be.
It is a declaration of my love
and gratitude for you who now are here
to see me off! Know I’ve had plenty of
good living, so you need not shed a tear!
To relatives and good friends listening
to these last words of mine, you need to know
I hold you precious. More than anything,
have faith that to a good place we all go
and that I am with loved ones passed away.
I’ll see you all again one blessed day.
July 16, 2018 for Gregory R. Barden's My Muse, Mortal - Poetry Contest
(blessed pronounced as two separate syllables
Also, even though I pronounce poem as one syllable, I am using Howmanysyllables.com to count it as two syllables)
Before your flesh melts away
Before your eyes lose their sight
Before your lips stop moving
Before your last breath of life
Take in your last morning sunrise
Feel your last warm embrace
Hear your last sweet melody
Smell your last flower bouquet
Taste now, your final meal, partake
Before you are taken away, post haste
To face your death, you won't escape
The executioner's hand of fate.
Written on 7/1/3015
Caress me gently with sweet thought
Within that familiar spirit so foreign to me
Where the once moments feign dormancy
Lingering inside a clenching of time
Meet my eyes lost somewhere in slumber
Remember more of me than the girl I once was
Grasp to the moment of our once finality
And feel the finite seams of me as they fray apart
Breathe of my presence as you carry me
Flowing on winds awash with scents of yesterday
Recalling the freedom of open flight
Lost skyward somewhere without shame
You have loved me pensively all your days
As the essence of our innocence rack your innards
No matter how hard you try to forget
When the music plays…you will remember me
“when I left her side she said something, nothing of great importance,
I did not know those were her last words...”
It’s been three years since you have spoken to me,
Your voice I hear in my head, is now only a memory,
Lying in bed so still and quiet, your chest slowly rises and falls,
I sit in silence and listen to your world, all the noises in the halls.
You once walked the halls so proud and well dressed,
Loving life, enjoying people and feeling so blessed.
How can a disease rob you of your heart and soul,
I look in your eyes, are you in there, its taken such a toll.
I visit you often to sit and talk endlessly about nothing,
I wonder if you still enjoy music, oh, how you could sing.
The nursing home now does not seem like such a cruel place,
You have lost everything in this world, all but your body space.
I hug your tiny frame so frail, seems like I may break a bone,
The nurses come and go, calling you Junebug, I don’t condone,
Your name is June and you’d be unwilling to develop a bond,
But now you lie there with arms straight, unable to respond.
You guided me in life and loved me well and so strong,
But your spirit time with me, loving me was not long.
How would I know the last words were really your last,
You know nothing now, not me or anything from your past.
I want to ask you about your pies, or how to make a curtain,
You could answer almost anything, or so it seemed I’m certain.
Having a coffee at night when Dad was in bed, we’d just sit and talk,
Oh, I miss you so very much, your mind I wish I could unlock.
Although I hate to see you fade and lose that last spark in your eye,
I know that I’ll see you again one day, when it is my time to die.
This disease means losing you twice but that I can endure,
For now I know you are at peace in heaven, for that I am sure.
Written by Lee Ramage
August 27, 2011
Constance LaFrance Contest "Mother"
*Placed First*
The Last Words
He
Conquers
Pain and death
To shed light on
Doubts
5th Place in They Know Not What They Do"( Luke 23:34) KJV Contest
Contest Date: 6/30/2010 12:00:00 AM
Sponsored by: john freeman