Last Poems - Poems about Last

To whom it may concern, We wrote in a rhythm that was soft and slow Between the lines where we could go You brought the bass, I brought the breeze, Dancing together, pens moved fluidly No label fit yet promises were made Ones said were real never to fade You spoke in beats, I answered low And in...

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Give me one last night of silence in the cosmic temple of ancient memory, Where shadows dance with light in circles of fire and hidden divine grace, To touch with trembling fingers the stars from the cup of the thirsty soul, To drink from the black wine of eternity, from chalices filled with moon's blood. Give me one last...

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Long ago, Mithila was left at this forsaken station, As the train slipped away on the wrong track, cutting all horizons. There was no return Mithila knew it, even then. This waiting was only a silent, endless sigh. In the dust-covered mirror of nostalgia, Her past flickers, bright as gleaming, Unreal in its stillness and beauty. The present? A colourless traveller That tells no...

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This Is a Tanka written by Eileen Manassain and reimagined by me by adding every other verse in order to create Lyrics we could put to music. please visit Eileen recent page and enjoy This poem in it's original Form. I want to Thank Eileen for the privilege of working with her on these poems Nothing seems to...

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nothing seems to last flowers weep faded petals a faint scent lingers once blooming in bright color my poems have lost their appeal emotions wither wilted words whirl in the wind bereft of beauty I strive to remain rooted hoping for droplets of love Eileen Manassian...

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When I set out to write a love poem, I imagine you as the crack before thunder finds its voice, your breath breaking the laws of gravity between us. You are no angel— but something that makes clocks forget their purpose, your pulse humming morse code beneath my skin. The coffee cup you leave steaming near the sink outlasts your absence by exactly seven...

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A lady at a coffee shop was sobbing. Another lady, a Good Samaritan, said gently: May I be of help, madam?” “Not really,” she said, “it’s really nothing. My husband...an accident...this morning, fatal, and finally.” “Oh, I am so sorry,” said the lady offering her sympathy hoping she might lessen the lady’s grief. “Oh please, don’t be. My tears...

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The only child but favorite of two ‘outlaws’ mare and stud He bucked each gelded moment on their wild ride of love Until that day he up and left their branding iron of pain To wander high and lonesome mongst the free and tumbling sage In search of one last bronc to mount that one last horn to make And spur the wreckage of his youth as Angels — pull the Gate (Pendleton Round-Up:...

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Within a circle of emerald peaks Where memories stretch a million miles long Whistled through bright black plumes and golden streaks Wherever life exists, it sings a song Blessed Kaua'i, where the 'o'o reside Lonesome haven for that endemic race A frail and fertile ground for doom to ride Pestilence brought forth extinction's embrace Those wooden whales passed on a host of beasts Cats...

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A velvet-heavy, honey-spiced cake sat on a table spread vast. soft enough for fingers to disappear into, dense enough to still even the most restless tongues. Its candles flickered like stars. No one asked who baked it. No one wondered how long the oven stayed warm. They just took— with knives that glinted like treaties, with fingers that didn’t wait for plates. Frosting smeared like...

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Last night I dreamt In a parallel world, a day I spent Unlike the reality, it was humble and decent Wandering alone with heart full of dreams, Never felt as a pity Wanting me to live being gritty I did what I wanted with no restriction I was...

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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...

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I close my eyes, Be still my heart, I’m not ready to be apart, Beating deep, A saddened heart, Nobody said it would be this hard, Pain runs deep, Flowing in these veins of mine, Forever wouldn’t have been enough time, Tears flow, One at a time, This much hurt should be a crime, Now I stand alone, The sun brings a new dawn, A new day...

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The last stop Of any Journey Is the first stop Into the Unknown ...

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No matter the subject or topic tho' it may burn will I ever learn would it hurt if my lips were to close as whatever I submit suggest propose she will be myopic nay-say gainsay contradict oppose may as well hold my breath as every word I utter receives the kiss of death and melts in my mouth like butter should I assert it's what...

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