Last Poems - Poems about Last

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If today was your last would you change it up at all? If you knew you had less than an hour before death, would you do anything differently? the undead rarely think about this. lack of experience has not helped us much. If you had twelve minutes left, would you still be at work? What would you do? Do that!...

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Last tear ?? In pain I write While hope slip out my hand God one word one breath you could have land Silence darkness candle out flames cold You choose Who new it would be you The one I trust to see me through But I guess it's true You gave up on me, did You? Why I'm I asking when I know You power...

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The Last Night in July (I think) by Evelyn Aimarie It is the last night in July (I think) And this pink Moscato tastes like you. Memories dance to the sound of crickets chirping, Their legs rubbing bottle brush bristles against my brain, Scratching an itch I didn’t know I had. I think I will call it— Childhood, Memory? Lightning bugs rave in succession, Primordial neighbor to the procession. Release. The...

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I The loud, cruel laughter of dirge besieges us so greatly in the face of wanton humiliation. It comes mightily, crashing our aged city walls, unearthing the foundations of churches, tolling bells in pulsated grief . . . Dirge comes with thunder, like the trumpets and horns of treachery common with lachrymose compositions; when rain suddenly comes, we fret visibly. The events of dirge are colourless, edgy and heartless...

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my nurse practitioner gives me a stern “mom” look. When was the last time you had a mammogram? I think I had one last week, I say breezily. Really? She looks surprised. What kind of a doctor is she? She can’t tell that I am kidding?...

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The Second To The Last Straw Just Forgiving One More Time, This Isn’t A Super-Wide Camel's Back With A Minor Tolerance In Mind. The Conditions For Unconditional Can Quickly Toughen Love To Scars. There Maybe Something Out Of Place I Can Rearrange… Ummm, Depending How You Really Are. Nope. Whatever. Closed. Sorry. -Gray Squirrel 07-27-2025 ...

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The world, my son is one big market people buying, people selling some winning, some just walking through. I was once a loud voice in it Trading dreams, chasing deals but today, I feel quiet like the shop is closing. Lying here, I hear something a whisper, maybe a name and I think it’s time to pack my things. Son, listen to me life is trade and timing. When...

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Written: July 25, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand **************** t ...

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Harold John Bray, Jr., Seaman 2C- The last surviving member of the iconic Navy vessel the USS Indianapolis. The Indy was a capitol ship that just returned statewide for major repairs and refitting, following a Japanese Kamikaze attack at Okinawa. Nine members of the crew were killed, a somber time. Harold enlisted in the U.S....

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I write, because if I do not write, I fear I have never been. I write, because my body no longer fits except on the page. my poetry is not recited. it is washed in a basin, hung to dry in the cold, and smells of unsaid life. whoever reads and does not weep, has not understood. who closes the book and falls silent, is my brother....

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Last Dance One grows with adventure true anticipations across a lonely sea but logically my work is safe tuck away in Anthology Fate published and quoted by millions all over the world so far just three they are No Matter What one two my Piano Teacher and Roses Are Red Violet are Blue...

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silly dream … but it’s mine nonetheless wait … wait for it … I’ll wait for it now and ever to feel that press the press of sweet tenderness that melting mouth that met mine all those aching moonrises ago the first - a swollen-full blue of July so bright it drowned the stars … a muggy twilight of steamy mist and cricket song and a hazy dance...

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Covered by cloud the out-of-sight tops of soaring towers, Buckling under their own weight, beginning to topple from Those airy heights; The gaping breach - the once impregnable outer wall! The inner keep ablaze with greedy, insatiable flame; A thunderous cacophony of crashing cymbals and blaring Horns; Wide-eyed lurching panic desperately grasping at the fleeting Moment... And the whole...

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When was the Last time When was the Last time you stepped out of the 4 walls in your mind And set under the stars and dream the dreamers dream that was once part of who you were When was the last time you set with your feet dangling in the cool rippling water Beneath the...

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