Short Last Drop Poems
Short Last Drop Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Last Drop by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Last Drop by length and keyword.
hand in hand we drink
till last drop of wine is gone
just me and my date
(Double date is the name of the wine)
crisp, refreshing
butterscotch
cold cream
melts in mouth
good to the last drop
even the ice
tastes like butterscotch
if you are looking old winds
look at the songs
not yet forgotten
a full glass was memories
watch out for the last drop
Nothing much to think,
Pen, till the last drop of ink,
Mothers farther sink.
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Senryu |04.03.18 |
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the horizon drinks
molten gold from dusk's tipped cup~
night licks the last drop
a firkin of port and a glass
through my lips a last drop will pass
my thirst I now blunt
as thoughts it will stunt
in my john my food will amass
10/08/16
I could never argue that it all failed.
Finding where we fell.
Seeing the bottom of this pit,
Knowing
With what we have left
It's the last drop of water in the well.
MAKES ME WONDER EVERYTIME I PRAY.
ALMOST HAD HER IN MY LIFE TODAY.
ROYALTY AND PURE TILL THE LAST DROP.
INSECURE AND SO LOVELY IT MAKES MY HEART STOP.
EVENING MARIE!
On the cross He died
for you and for me
giving His last drop of blood
so all sin is forgiven
He died He rose
to give us salvation
Thank you Lord
for your saving grace.
The last drop of ink
Smeared
Across a thought
Soaked
Into a yellowed page
Nestled
Unwanted
In an old
Hand written poem
Dried
In the crease
Of forgotten
Forever’s
Coffee awakens
From the first to the last drop
With a friend is best.
(January 10, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
I think that If someone turned off the happiness faucet
I would be there with my mouth open trying to get
The very last drop before the depression comes roaring in…
Russell Sivey
Skydiving is good to the very last drop
For a second parachute, I'd definitely opt
You'll need a nurse
Crashing to the earth
Or wind up as fertilizer for next spring's crop
Drinking sweet lemonade squeezed out of life,
Slurping up every last drop.
Can I get a refill?
Date written: 10/18/2019
Before I met him my heart was alive and red,
towards the end it had turned black like a shallow well,
towards the end my life and love had been drained to the very last drop,
towards the end I felt my heart drop.
As if I'm a toothpaste
Life tries to squeeze me
To get every last drop.
Held in its tight embrace
Life tries to tease me
With success or flop.
Holding onto life will release me
Nothing ever seems to come easy.
To wit, the editor
the murderer’s axe
To slay the innocent
with sharp attack
To wit, the editor
last drop of blood
Now drained and syphoned
—in victimhood
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Jessie! I would have filled
your empty heart with my overflowing love
if you had but caught it when I poured!
But, alas! Your arms lie at your sides!
And your face flinches not as
my last drop of blood drips
into emptiness!
You!
The knot in the shoe string
I can't untie...
The piece of lint that struck
To my dark blue suit...
The thread that unraveled
When I was dressed to a "T"...
The last drop of water
That made my cup overflow!
Cynthia
I AM DISGUST
I have never, ever, felt so vindicated
That one could really do that awful thing
When all that’s needed was to have waited
It’s always me, with a bitter taste to bring
I’ll spit out every last drop you created
Through the will of God
I surrender
I submit to thee
As we pray for the Babylonians
Thy will be done
On earth as it is in heaven
I am old
crippled and dying of thirst
I will give thee
My last drop of water
I walk by faith
I love the way you love me
Satisfying all my needs
Fulfilling all my desires
Craving all my wants
Discovering every part of me
Squeezing an d loving me til' the last drop
Making me feel heavy with lust and admire
I absolutely love the way you love me
a sky of clarity
rain
an ocean of words
spawn
a river of thoughts
flow
a stream of consciousness
share
a pond of cure
guide
tide pools of knowing
toward
thinning puddles of calm
all aware to a last drop
You savor it...every last drop is bursting with intense flavor...
Your mouth is consumed with delight...
you are torn because you need more...
how will you get more?
Life is not the same with this craving...
You stagger along... seeking...wanting... for more...
They escape
One by one
Gathering speed
They begin to run
The last drop falls
No more inside
One silent heave
Until I die
My heart lays broken
My heads a mess
An empty shell
Is all that's left
No more tears
No more fight
No more questions
I say goodnight