Short Last Word Poems
Short Last Word Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Last Word by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Last Word by length and keyword.
I’ll watch you dying
Till last word coming from you
I’m deaf to your words
Deserve your sad fate thru me
I’m celebrating your death
pressed beyond the point of break,
with no known destination,
the last word left the station,
trailing silence in its wake…
There once was an umpire called Bird
Who always had the last word
He never had to second guess
The abominable DRS
Nowadays it’s all become rather absurd.
She’ll scream like hell I’m your mother!
And introject There’s no other!
But your disrespect
Means all must expect
We’re nature’s target to smother
Was it about you
or were they talking
of me
not looking flash
on a diamond encrusted bike
let us both
fulmigate
against the tide
of perception
and then maybe
we'll earn the last word.
Rainbow hair is in the teens say,
A Mohawk please, I told Miss Bee.
That would truly make my day
My mother heard these words you see.
Conservative cut is staying,
A smart choice, as she is paying.
Words, words and more words
A chaotic battle of words
Wanting to be heard
Trying to out-word
Having the last word
Too many words
And all that is heard
IS
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH
Steaming fire and ice
Glomming armour and vice
A royal defence force
A charging horse
He’s sire
Knighted Sir.
A messiah
My hero
A skilled warlord
Conqueror of worlds
His regal sword
The last word
Grandma Moses was delivered by pterodactyl today
We saw her arrive, and we grandkids all yelled hooray
Thought you were extinct! We yelled up at the bird.
Don’t be rude, said the pterodactyl. So he had the last word.
Life might be compared to a Nonet;
if words be deeds, how we flourish
in the first several lines!
But the lines, like time, start
to dwindle midway.
Last word; last line -
Too fast we
meet the
end.
Then one day...
in the dark, in the dark
in the deep, deep dark
a bright speck floated, invisible as dreams, special as Love.
The last word was only a
whisper,
barely understood, and then
there was no more.
He trekked life's seemingly endless slog,
and engaged cruel fate in a dialog.
He would measure and evaluate,
and conclude his luck was not so great,
until a raven, crow, or other bird,
said fate had the very last word.
A poem lives and it breathes
in the now, in the present
But its home spans the past
and the future, omnipresent
~ with a special Thank-you! to
Swetha Vangaveti for the
last word of the poem :)
Nature speaks,
in the quietude of dawn
A rapture complete,
last word to your song
Her message repeats,
till daylight is gone
With night bringing sleep,
—and dreams to live on
(White Mountains New Hampshire: May, 2017)
A song more than a verse,
thoughts more than they say
A wish lost in the fall,
recaptured in May
Love more than a feeling,
all heaven to share
Last word redelivered,
—on wings of a prayer
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
There we basked in Eden all aglow,
With no cares or worries and Eve in tow,
But the serpent spoke to her in his slithery way,
We ate the apple, so we could not stay,
The Lord spoke only one last word to us..."GO"!
re-post inspired by Constance contest
He
laughed much,
won respect,
and love of his
kin
He
endured
betrayal
in false friends,with
peace
still
sought out
beauty ,in
others found the
best;
On
earth he
lived and left
it a better
place.
On three levels, the last word
On tranquility.
Earth-world. Ballooning.
Biking, boating through.
And is there none, life-burdened
Who suffers for it!
Live on, be pitied.
If neither lightness of being
For the soul's healing
Will be sought of you.
Is a poem ever really done,
can the last word not begin
The Angels voting lines impearled
each phrase into a hymn
Is a poem ever given back,
to whom the words behold
Each letter turned into a string
—a harp of heaven’s gold
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
today, I cried
today, I had to decide
today, I lost my pride
today, something sturred
today, I was unheard
today, I said my last word
today, I lost
today, I saw the cost
today, I was crossed
today, I screamed
today, I dreamed
that someday I would be redeemed
Done
I am done
I am finished
I haven’t won
As if I fished
And didn’t catch
Anything at all
But with this batch,
I am off call
I don’t want to,
Forever nevermore
Nothing to do
Nothing to live for
So I cut the cord
With this last word
Written on January 13, 2020
my love for you will never die
engraved on my heart one word
the last word I heard you sigh
my love for you will never die
until I join you I will each night cry
your name my love, let it be heard
my love for you will never die
engraved on my heart one word
I wrote alit from the mine
the turkey not a mind
of digging the best out of a hole
to get the liver the heart and the neck
and stuffing you must be out of your mind
thank you did it all thank you my last word
a tralala give me a party only me invited
at your no sense know a full moon
one last Look as I reflect in your eyes
one last Smile of the happiness we share
one last Caress, so warm, so gentle, so you
one last Embrace where two became one
one last Word unsaid in understanding
one last Kiss before lying--may our lips meet an
Afterlife of unbridled togetherness.
Passed the setting sun,
is the inevitable —
The unknown,
The necessity,
The silence,
after the last word spoken,
The way the room forgets
your laughter,
your pain —
Over time, the door closes
and the walls exhale your name,
Collecting dust,
to settle in your place.