Long Last words Poems
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Those times when you were late,
As the seconds ticked by,
I relied on you to save me,
You let me down and
When I looked into your eyes,
I could finally see the pain through your tears.
Don't worry, baby,
It's my time, it's always been my time.
You know it, and I know it.
You can't stop it.
You can't save me.
It doesn't matter if you were late,
Only that you are here with me,
On this day, at this time,
That you came even when others didn't.
I held your hand, looking into your eyes,
As the light disappeared...
In those last moments in time,
I told you I've always loved you with all my heart,
Please don't go, don't leave me.
I can't live without you.
Your last words were...
I'll see you in your dreams.
I love you, see you in the next life.
Then the lights flickered,
Just as the life in your eyes grew dim and
You were gone.
Last words spoken
Last will broken
Last love token
Last words spoken
Last soul shredded
Last imprint embedded
Last trauma threaded
Last soul shredded
Last fear realized
Last life immobilized
Last dream immortalized
Last fear realized
Last answers revealed
Last kiss sealed
Last fate unveiled
Last answers revealed
Last words mattered
Last dreams shattered
Last reserves scattered
Last words mattered
Last tears cried
Last years tried
Last empty pride
Last tears cried
Last battle fought
Last solace sought
Last fading thought
Last battle fought
Last love made
Last attempt played
Last memory fade
Last love made
Last words said
Last love fled
Last heart bled
Last words said
When I look at the transitory nature of our existence
and think of how fast the hours, days and years go by…
then see how much hatred is in this world
I wish those of you who hate would stop you hate for a moment
and as yourself WHY?
Then follow this up with another question…as a fellow human member
When your life is over….How do you want to be remembered?
When you scream obscenities at another person…
show them they are not welcome here…tell them to go away….
If you should die tomorrow…are these the last words
you want someone to hear you say?
Instead…If you were to die tomorrow…wouldn’t it be great
If the last words people remember you by
are words of love…not hate?
Perhaps today is a good day, to consider your gifts to the world…
to ponder your legacy…
to think of the words and actions you use
before they become someone’s memory.
Do you want to be remembered for the wars you created
or for your impartiality…
for your greed…for you divisiveness
or for our generosity?
Do you want to be remembered for your hatred
of those who are different than you……
which has caused you to build walls…
or for your goodwill your kindness…your acceptance
your compassion and love for all.
In your fleeting time upon this Earth…
It is something to think about…
How do you want to be remembered…
when the light of your life…burns out?
Had the strangest dream last night.
Merlin appeared in a cloak of white.
Wielding no magic, he related how tragic,
That many couldn't stand and fight.
With crystalline focus at hand,
Didn't know what he had planned.
Casting ego aside, I swallowed my pride;
And made a commitment to understand.
Inching closer as to begin,
Placing staff under his chin.
The fear in my eyes, and total surprise;
Brought forth his Cheshire Cat grin.
"I've chosen you to free the meek.
For the liberty they would seek."
"To troubled lands, as the hour hands;
Pass in moments instead of a week."
Waving same powerful staff,
Growing taller than a giraffe.
The expression that rose, from my face that froze;
Only made the Sorcerer laugh.
Walking in a forest, bound by rings.
Within a stone, the Sword of Kings.
Left in safe keeping, as I began weeping;
For the air had become our wings.
Excalibur, now handled by me,
We landed on a mighty oak tree.
Perched high at its peak, and unable to speak;
Were the masses below and unfree.
"These are the people I meant.
Where hopes and dreams are spent,"
"By selfish factions, that justify actions;
That can no longer be given or lent."
"Their motives lack humanity,
That spawns endless calamity."
My face growing pale, as I witnessed their Hell,
Was governed by blatant insanity.
"For my plan to fully succeed,
You must first learn tactics to lead."
"Armed with compassion, you'll be able to fashion,
A path from corruption and greed."
As my heart wrenched in their pain,
Salty tears would continue to stain,
The internal voice, that confirmed my choice;
To be the captain of freedoms plane.
"Now you know what must be done.
I'll give you keys to unlock the sun."
"Blinding the night, to illuminate sight;
Will grant peace to everyone."
Raising staff high above his head,
The last words of wisdom he said:
"Go into the light, and prepare for the plight;
That many would commonly dread."
As I awoke in my bed with a scream,
Could this really be all it might seem?
A true vision quest, to unshackle the rest;
Or just one magical, lucid dream.
By Dana Redricks
April 11, 2020
Persuading people of their need for Salvation is difficult sometimes, but it is we, do the planting, and God who does the harvesting."Remember that God does not call the equipped; He equips the called—and as Christians, we are all called to share what Christ has done. Some of Christ’s last words on earth were, “Go and make disciples of all nations” (Matthew 28:19). Sharing our faith isn’t just a suggestion, it’s a command. And God is with us when we obey Him." One of the best ways to share your faith is to live a godly life. Non-Christians often look at Christians as hypocritical because we say one thing but do another. Show those close to you that you care—spend time with them, help meet their needs and offer to listen when they have problems. You might not be able to answer all of their questions, but they can’t deny the reality of what Christ has done in your life. If you find this is hard to do, perhaps God is speaking to you about your own need to walk more closely with Him every day." (Billy Graham). I know we all have heard the saying actions speak louder than words that is so true. People go more by what we do more than by what we say. Sharing is the best way to show the love of God with others. It is we who do the planting, but it is God who does the harvesting. The Holy Spirit equips us to the work that God has wants us to do. The Holy Spirit that guides, and equips us. The Holy Bible also equips us with everything we need. At the same time, we must do more than live godly lives. People need to hear the Gospel to hear that God loves them, Christ died for them and that they can have eternal life. (Romans 10:13-14) says, “‘Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.’ How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them?”
It came suddenly on a mild October day.
There wasn't time for the last words to say.
Best last words were written in the month of May.
O Lord, for your comfort and strength, we pray.
Bearly alive in a hospital room, she lay,
We felt so helpless, 2,000 miles away.
Within 3 days, the wind gave her wings,
with which she quickly flew far away.
O Lord, for your comfort and strength, we pray.
In a moment, like a cruel unannounced invasion
of darkness from parts unknown, the canopy
of my heart darkened and turned sadly grey.
O Lord, for your comfort and strength, we pray.
Death had struck, and now, on a blanket of ice, she lay.
O Lord, for your comfort and strength, we pray.
If I leave earth, I wish to leave saying it
to the whole world: ‘I have no sorrow in mind.'
‘No sorrow I have'—writing these words and
wreathing them in mind, I wish to leave silently
feeling the warmth of happiness on my body.
I have seen Rose; its thorn has not got shelter
into my mind. Being a Chital fish, I have swum
in the unfathomable youth; age and decay
have never been able to touch my soul.
Winter has retreated; cuckoos have started singing
the song of flowers throughout my existence.
If I go back, I wish to go saying it: ‘True and
beautiful is the muddy hut made with affection
on the desert of life. True and beautiful are
Night's moonlight, Day's civilization, mother's
honey-call, child's face and beloved's sweet words.'
Heaven awaits me below the story ,
With that gasp ,this is the last breath of the man.
Wrapped up ,there is my last ride .
The world has been painful ,
And restless.
Unforgiving with lessons .
For these are the last words ,
From waisted tears and a broken lover .
Whose few wishes were achieved at his lower .
I led my deeds like a Raven undercover ,
Now the moment of truth awaits in the midhour .
To all of you, whom you are feeling dried ,
Prior to my empty pledges ,
Be freed from the rage you kept for me .
Never will you see my smiles ,
I have reached the bottom phase ,
A moment to draw memory lane .
He who with the crane ,
Has decided my fate .
Adjourned ,closed is my case .
The Final Poem
I have spent so much time
A large part of my life
Writing stories
Putting words to poems I hear in my mind
I have poured out my heart
Emptied my mind
And talked of emotion I didn't know I had
Through all of it my tablet has been my friend
Something I could never be without
I know it will be with me the day I die
The day the soul that helped me write
Leaves me behind to return home
My tablet will still be in my hand
My last poem will be on the screen
The best poem I had ever written
But, it will not be finished
It still had so much more to say
When you read it
Please do not finish it
Share it with everyone you know
Let them all know what my last words were
Let them remember me as a poet
A poet who never had the chance
To finish what he had to say
At this very moment lost in life, predictability
Mind is a mess chaos reigns, steadfastness
Fighting with myself shut out, convertibility
Not through lack of confidence, faithlessness.
Honesty best policy was perfect, vulnerability
Perceived to be bureaucratic, crookedness
Looking into blind darkness is not, gullibility
Rather an inclination to, open-mindedness.
Fatalistic properties impress on, observability
Eternal bliss unlikely basis, straightforwardness
My own admission incurred veto, ineligibility
Life’s knowledge diminishes to backwardness.
Into the abyss keeps tumbling, infallibility
Round and round remorselessness
I’m tired now must keep sleeping, insatiability
In the morning truth is coming, unpreparedness.
Executioner asks any last words, foreseeability
And then comes the answer, breathlessness.
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20/11/2020