Short Last Straw Poems
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Beyond a shadow of a doubt,
There’s much to be outraged about.
But what gets my craw,
The final, last straw:
Chaco Tacos have been phased out.
After age has it’s grip on us all,
Death is right around the bend,
The world is on it’s last straw,
At that moment, at that place,
I was content,
She was Beautiful
Form:
stress defined by strain
the last straw on camel's back
Hooke's law in action
spirit broken at yield point
as with physics, so with life
Last Straw Trump Possessed
For a while now we stood aghast;
Trump had a tendency to procrast;
He is imperil;
Bottom of barrel,
And straw in possession is his last.
Jim Horn
The couple were upset at divorce court,
Chock Full of Nuts or Tasters Choice,
wife started to bawl,
this was the last straw,
fighting over coffee grounds for divorce.
12-17-16
We saw his boots behind a barn door,
his hat on a peg gathering cobwebs,
the dust of his skin in a dustbin.
He was a last straw in a hay stack.
Yet we all said we remembered him
while we drank beer to 'what's his name.
Just paid a visit to my 92 year old bother-in-law
Tells me he's still playing golf, now that's the last straw
Surely one-of-a-kind
Mind boggling I find
Won't tell me his secret, Mr. Smarty Pants... pshaw!
A quirky young farmer named Ted
Used haystacks instead of a bed.
His wife in due course
Applied for divorce
'For that was the last straw!' she said.
31.08.19
'Make Me Laugh Limerick Contest Poetry Contest' sponsored by Tania Kitchin
syllable count : 88558
Dedicated to a fine poet on soup Gershon Wolf.
In an old cowboy town in Wichita
Staying alive meant being quick on the draw
The Straws and Jones shoot out
Was bloody without doubt
All killed except one he was' The Last Straw'.
Written 18th July 2019.
These last few years have put our world to test:
Pandemic threat, political unrest,
Divisive strife, we hoped, our past forgot
As lives that mattered were, in cold blood, shot...
But nothing impacted and shocked us more
Than unjustified and uncalled war.
March 6, 2022
10 syllables per line
adult tamper tantrum
last straw explosions
of pent up emotions
that could no longer
be contained underneath
the surface anymore
had to be released
could not stay burred
any further
emotional cleansing
emotional clarity
emotional closure
every once in a while
even the adult soul
needs to vent
My hope is blowing in the wind
The sting of battle is beginning to sink in
I pray into the emptiness of a clear blue sky
The sounds of Reveille and Retreat enters my mind
The Red White and Blue the Stars and Stripes
A final salute the quietness of the evening sky
Will be my last straw of hope until I die
Such happy tears rooted in nostalgia
locked in the past you can’t see the future;
Mistakingly think you drew your last straw,
such happy tears rooted in nostalgia;
There’s never an end to luck of the draw,
every sunrise a new pearl and oyster;
Such happy tears rooted in nostalgia.
locked in the past you can’t see the future.
not going to fly
not having it
not backing off
if this goes a stray
will not take it
will not step down
will not give up
will fight for territory
this is last straw
this is straw that broke
this camels back
this turf
this territory
is already inhabited
not going to leave ever
nothing can push out
existing inhabitants
Response Poem To Lost Youth
Young yet dead inside
hardened like steel
through fire
no dreamy eyes
love’s first surprise
dead
with camellias on the grave
walk the streets a curse
cursing god
praying to him
from a mouth of hate
believing
as a last straw
connected to the child
before bedtime prayers were
please hide me from
and “him” became damnation.
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
This is my only solution,
I bow down on my knees,
With tears streaming down my face,
I cry, "Lord, help me please!"
Lord, it's not enough,
That I've tried it my way,
So now I turn to You,
To hear what You have to say.
I've just about given up,
This is my last straw,
The other things I've tried,
Haven't helped at all.
What else can I do,
What more can I say?
Everyone's left me,
Lord, please stay.
With a badge its just
Without cause sure its wrong
But for revenge it seems just
He brought tears to her eye
Its the last straw
I want to crush his spine
She is my lighthouse on the sea
She guided me for years
Now he'll beg hand and knee
I won't keep my cool
I would torture him for hours
Watch his blood start to pool
Murder isn't right
Id still commit
And turn myself in that night
Pressure builds to the last straw
A butterfly unfolds its wings
Toes coil down on cliff's edge
The flippy flop flips to pause
In a coin tossed spins in the wind
Fate's fair is on hold in the air
For a tiny puff can
Blow out the candle
Or make the butterfly
Take to the air
Or send momentous whispers
in murmuring ripples that propagate
To shake the milieu
Not stir
Toppling happenstance over
She said she had stopped loving me long ago
Now, her goal was to make me miserable,
Not the least of kind affections does she show
And her villainy is far more than considerable,
It seemed to start after our first year of bliss
Which is something I will surely always miss.
Enough! Enough, I say, of this utter travesty
For it is clear enough, she is worthless to me!
written December 15, 2021
mother earth crawls
with parasites
sucking her dry
'they don't know any better'
last straw too much get out-
but it's cold- don't forget
your sweater. about time,
we're getting old (our wings
withered, we wept our souls
out, into the sky) too
late to learn how to fly
how to die with style- just
a little while, we'll stand &
form a single file, sudden
flicked domino effect, one
two three go-
Of all the magic in this world
Humanity does find the flaw
Morality twisted and curled
Living tale of a monkey paw
We'll never learn
More bridges burn
Wishes of more wants than needs hurled
Destroying the very last straw
Upside down now, right and wrong swirled
Rinse, repeat, to the top we claw
Never middle
Human riddle
June 14, 2022
Posie Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
One has pass, the last straw,
went over the limit, with your heart.
Now you are very much, angry,
not knowing, when you will, ever start.
To give another chance,
to whom ever, did the wrong.
Who then took your mere kindness,
for someone. who didn't seem, so strong.
Advantage the culprit has taken,
with the trust severe, in many a piece.
Only way to heal from the pain,
is to learn, to recall, and to release.
this is how i feel
running this life turning the wheel
asking for it to end
hoping the pain will soon mend
but no as i fall once again
where are you my friend
you never look where you need to
you might find somethings about you
fight fight as i stop it for once and for all
this i say is the absolute last straw
your chances are gone
it is now your time to move on
yes i know you ask why
all you had to do was look inside
Form:
(This is a fictional poem)
Last month I bought Garfield the cat.
Several hours later I really regretted that.
He kept eating all of my food and kicking my dog off the table.
I wanted to afford food for him but I wasn't able.
Last week I couldn't believe what I saw.
Garfield took a dump on my new couch and that was the last straw.
I put him in a box and shipped him over sea.
I feel sorry for the person who gets him in Germany.
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