Last Drop Poems - Poems about Last Drop

... Enough is enough of this serious stuff The sillies are where I belong Here's something to ponder, my friends Why is the word 'abbreviation' so long I don't usually have to think twi......Read the rest...

...Why does it have to be meant then to be said? Why though did you ecounter the other way i talked with you about not entering there so then, was it on purpose? But you only can see that it was a fau......Read the rest...

... 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 deb......Read the rest...

... 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 sou......Read the rest...

... He shed the Last Drop For Me When the story is finely written And the speckled bird, about to fly When the counter has made his final count And the Spirit has tried his last try When the boo......Read the rest...

...Don’t tell me where i belong, Your god and mine won’t get along Some false almighty you think can bless me I let out pent up anguish, & set it free Spare me the shame Spare me your prayer I’l......Read the rest...

... In the terrane of deplorable deprivation manifested in the wasteland of wretched desertion, the obscure tufts of the subdued slender grass struggle to rise through the cleavage of stony dest......Read the rest...

...Touching, is that open-hearted way, that you laugh and cry all at once. I see you, a you made visible to the living moment. You reflect light in dark eyes, hide nothing, give yourself away. ......Read the rest...

... 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' whispe......Read the rest...

... Enough is enough of this seriousness Back to the sillies where I belong Here's something to ponder, my friends Why is the word 'abbreviation' so long I don't usually have to think t......Read the rest...

... When the enchanted jailors of life, siezed my soul and those sepals unfurling manipulative manuscripts ceased to script a twinkle above screams, I became a slave to my ow......Read the rest...

...I come to you with the sunset, Love becomes in me a priestly service. Teach me how to keep silence as a compass, How to dance on the strings of unsaid time. At your threshold, I leave all my worr......Read the rest...

...On corners of the moon I’ve laid out wishes, unrestrained letters, Locked in the crypts of the sky, a murmur of nostalgia, The nights are of ice, but hope carries the cold, I wander through the un......Read the rest...

... In the moonlit night of dreams, on the maiden voyage of supreme grandeur, destiny weaves in the arctic waters a tragic tale. As I stand on the sinking Titanic deck, and hear the symphony o......Read the rest...

... iv. By Thanksgiving, their machinations no longer discreet, Voices from the walls and vents, betrayed their deceit. My family revealed as demons in flesh-and-blood guise, Christmas Day was the ......Read the rest...