Week 2 – Last Words
This is the second week of “The Poetry Challenge.” the random title I have chosen is “Last Words” I look forward to seeing all your different interpretations of the title and the top 3 will be selected on Friday. For any information regarding the contest click the link or contact me otherwise just comment your submission in the comment section below. Last week’s winner was the wonderful “Smiling Thoughts” poem created by abbynicks Once again well done to you!!
Last Words
As I lay here,
I remember your last words,
Their still circling after all these years,
“Go for your dreams”
That’s what you said,
As you laid on your death-bed,
These words inspired me,
Made me who I am today,
You made me stronger,
Before you went away,
You believed in me,
You got me inspired,
Now I’ll make you proud,
Since you’ve retired,
I’ll keep on writing,
Until my skills are impeccable,
All for you,
Because you were exceptional,
I’ll remove all my defects,
Until I’m perfect.
Again all for you,
Because you deserve it,
You have changed my life,
Made it so much better,
This is the reason,
For this poetic letter,
So when you see this,
Happiness please release,
I love you dearly,
Rest in peace.
By Corey Booth – 07/02/12
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Hi Corey – love your work. And the poetry challenge is a great idea.
Here’s my effort for this week’s challenge:
http://quintocirculum.wordpress.com/2012/02/09/last-words/
Keep up the excellent work.
Last words? I don’t think I left any, and now I am dead.
It hardly seems necessary to leave an impression again.
My life was my work, and my work was my spirit:
those who knew me will remember when near it.
Near my work, that is,
also near my wife and kids.
My works surrounds them because I love them.
And more so because they love me.
Last words in death, if I may be so frank,
are redundant unless your life was ______.
Well, I can’t delete it… Apologies for submitting this poem twice.
Your body sinks
into itself
the sheets swallow you whole
As cotton waves
comfort and drown
the spark within your soul.
Your eyes, once new,
are dull and glazed
to rest on me no more.
Their piercing glint
now blunt and round
no longer hold allure.
Your lips go limp
as burning breath
sings faintly to the night.
I rest my ear
upon your cheek
and listen in dim light.
“Goodnight” you say
“I love you too”
For soon it shall be morn’
for once the sun
has reared his head
your last words are reborn.
Something inside me died when you left, i was devastated with a lingering pain in my chest, but at least now you no longer suffer, but sadly you never will hear these words that i utter, but i heard your last words one cold winters night, you whipspered and promised ‘everything would be alright.’ I often wonder what these words meant, are they for days ahead bad things i can prevent? Theres only one way to find out and thats to live my life without any doubt, be posotive and happy in everything i do not just for me but also for you <3
Everyone this is my girlfriend Elisha suprising me with this post as she NEVER writes poetry!!
You have really done me proud here, Now get off your phone and get on with your work lmao!
Really well done babe you should write more often!
don’t know how to post to your challenge other than to post one called last words at http://moondragonfly.wordpress.com
so that’s where it’ll be!
and thanks for the inspiration…
You just post your poem in the comment section under the poem! Or write a poem and post it on your page and post the link in the comment section
http://moondragonfly.wordpress.com/2012/02/07/last-words/
this is the exact link from my sonnets and dragonflies wordpress site…
thanks again
Thank you for taking part!
I’m often embarrassed
when I forget what my
last words were
Last Words
“Well alright.”
“Talk to you later.”
“Speak to you soon.”
“You be good now.”
“I will, have a good night.”
“You do the same.”
“Will do.”
“Bye now.”
“Alright then.”
“Yuh.”
“Yep.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Mmm-hmmm.”
“Yeh-huh.”
“Bye.”
“Bye-bye now.”
“Be good.”
“Ok.”
“Ok then.”
“….”
“Bye-” (click)
“You still there?”
“Alright then.” (click)
- Eric McCarty (2/7/2012)
ha ha ha; LOL. Great one.
My above poem didn’t come out (visually) as anticipated, so I’m going to provide a link:
http://gporiginal.wordpress.com/2012/02/07/last-words/
Help Me
He groaned,
“Please, help me, please.”
The pain came in waves
I cradled my love’s head in my arms
Between the crushing waves.
I told him to;
“Relax,” “let go” and “breathe deeper.”
I finally relaxed, when he did.
Exhausted, I fell asleep just feet from him.
I woke in a panic.
He had stopped breathing.
I didn’t mean to help him die.
Thanks for visiting my site. I need a poetry outlet, so I’m looking forward to visiting you more often. I promise I won’t always be so heavy, it was just your subject…
Hi there, I can definitely see you fondness for rap in the rhythm of your rhyme. I like this one. I like that you are raw. People read, then theorise then write verse and rhyme. You, on the other hand, write what comes to mind. Peace and love.
Thank you! I love free writing, comes naturally to me, especially the rhyming part
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The feeling of emptiness
From the tortured rover,
Let’s my heart realize
That it’s finally over.
Thinking of your laugh
Was a beauty unmatched,
But now it has vanished
And my soul has to be patched.
In a decrepit corner
With my mind adrift,
This feeling of uncertainty
Is one you can’t sift.
How does it look
in a world without you,
Because it’s hard to live
In a dream that’s through.
Our time together
has come to a close,
Tears stream from the eyes
From the symbolism of the rose.
The heart is shredded
From memories of your scent,
So now my soul
Is on a constant descent.
Our memories together
Caused me to fly,
Peace was made vacant
Because we had to say goodbye.
Poetry Challenge 2: Blood Red: http://juststormy.wordpress.com/2012/02/07/38365/
Whats this about? Im really confused? haha!
Here is my link:
http://meirozavian.wordpress.com/2012/02/07/last-words/
Thanks.
Here’s the link as well http://chaptertease.wordpress.com/2012/02/07/last-words/
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Thank you for posting this challenge. It’s great to have topics!
Here is my poem for “Last Words”
http://aprilinsaskatoon.wordpress.com/2012/02/07/another-poem-for-today/
Last Words
Frenetic mutterrings cling to tendrils of dementia
Barely audible some obscure last request
Time inserting itself between sharp gasps of breath
And slow barrages of verbal machinations
Faintly ticking away, like a battery soon to expire
A failing mechanism, worn, overworked
Hanging by thread of some cosmic miracle
Overshadowed by slow orbit of whirling fan
Staring at revolving blades …. hypnotized
By almost silent efficiency of whipped air
Staring…. blades start to spin backwards
Backwards, thoughts spinning backwards
White flat-bladed oar-shaped paddles reflecting
Steady pulse of dancing shadows
Walls lacquered in refracted light
Life spinning backwards swallowing itself
Witnessed by ceiling fan above asylum’s deathbed
A poem by Randy Bell
haha this should be fun
http://amidereve.wordpress.com/2012/02/07/last-words/
Famous Last Words –
so here i stand,
held together by fragments,
and those famous last words,
that ring in my head,
and make me feel dead,
and so very cold inside.
for i never thought life could go on,
so simply as it is,
like nothing ever happened,
for how can you just get up and move,
when the one who supported you is gone.
i know they say life moves on,
but i never really believed,
and now that i see,
it was all just a lie,
to keep the innocents happy,
for what do you know,
until your left all alone.
i can’t help but think,
how selfish you could be,
to leave so soon, and so suddenly,
for i know death is but sleep,
for the tired and weary,
and an escape route for those,
too scared to take another step,
but to be brave is what you taught me,
or atleast that’s what i thought,
but as i stand here,
looking down upon you,
i wonder whats worse-
to not have you here, to guide and help me,
or to know that you revel in others misery,
and your famous last words,
that echo in my head,
i wish you weren’t dead.
so, they’ve pulled up the hearse,
and the tears just blur,
and block my vision,
but i need to see you,
before they take you,
for i know its my last chance,
and yet i can’t move,
because i’m scared to loose
the last connection that we had,,
and though now you’re gone,
and i know i must move on,
its going to be a hard step to take,
and yet i get strength,
so sudden from within,
from the famous last words
you said.
_________________________________________________
ummm, okay, wow, that’s really long, i had no idea it would get this long!!! its just that with the topic being Last Words, and the death n all, the words just kept coming, and there’s 2 more paras! which i’ll just post on my blog, cause i don’t want it to be huge, so do check it out there
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Here is my entry!
http://drangedinaz.wordpress.com/2012/02/07/poem-of-the-month-3/
I’ll give it a shot
Last Words
Black dresses on a Spring day,
Cold chills in the sun.
Lifeless feelings in the month of May.
The new life of Spring is wrung.
I ran toward you, with arms wide.
Why were you so far away?
Why weren’t you by my side?
Why am I living in yesterday?
I finally caught up with you,
And held you close and tight.
All you did was stare right through,
I could see, in your eyes, no light.
You whispered something,
I leaned closer with my ear.
At first I could hear nothing,
Then suddenly it was clear.
You said: “The only sorrow,
In life after death you’ll find,
Is only for those who will live tomorrow,
For those who will be left behind.”
You said: “Don’t be sad oh please,
I see my own glory due.
Don’t live any longer for me,
Only live for you.”
If you’d like to see it better visually you can see it on my site:
http://sapphirerose17.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=37&action=edit&message=6&postpost=v2
Hi–These are all interesting, and thanks for opportunity. I just went through a death so a bit intense. I suppose one could take winning a fight route, but here’s an offering: http://manicddaily.wordpress.com/2012/02/05/magpie-tales-you-too-light-after-death/
Thanks! k.
You say “Take care” and then vanish.
Really? That is your wish?
After all that’s been said,
After all we’ve experienced.
You just made it clear as crystal,
That we were never really a couple.
Frustration comes and then my support you deny?
Isn’t that the time when on one another we should rely?
Instead, you choose to suffer all alone.
Well, not really, cause I’m suffering too just on my own.
So is that what you truly meant to declare?
And just how am I supposed to take care,
When the light of my life departs,
Leaving me with a hole in my freshly healed heart.
How about we keep it real?
Instead of “take care” say “I don’t give a shit anymore”. Deal?
Corey…. as an aside, my own son’s name is Cory; we chose it because Corwin, in the Gaelic book I l used when I looked it up, means ‘Prince’. Any who….
Here is a poem for your contest. I don’t usually try my hand at poetry, having learned long ago that it is not my strong suit. But, I’ve been trying more lately, and some of it even passes my very critical eye, so I thought I’d give your contest a shot. So….
Last Words:
Death draws near, gaunt and pale
with searing eyes of black;
speaking not, to firmly entail
no argument, no remorse, no way back.
There exists no law, no holy word,
to send us to him,
only natural law, often unheard,
puts us in power of his whim.
No further down the chosen path
shall we willingly go,
nor tempt Death’s wrath.
“At last! At last! I will finally know!”
gigoid
‘Ere you go…..take care out there…..
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Here is a link to mine:
http://karyspoeticspirit.wordpress.com/2012/02/07/last-words-with-a-t-rex/
Last Words
I think about my last words to you,
What did I say? What did I do?
I think about my last words to you,
For they were cruel, mean and untrue,
I think about my last words to you,
And I realize that there is nothing I can do…
Mine is pretty short and I didn’t have much time to spend on it, but hey, I did it none the less
haha
“Last Words”
The thing I remember the most,
is what you meant the least.
Did anything ever matter to you?
Was everything you said a lie?
Everything I felt false hope.
False love.
Was I a game to be played?
To be conquered, defeated?
I recall all those times we shared,
all the love I thought we made,
all of me, to you I had gave.
Throughout all of it,
your I love you’s kept me strong,
yet made me weak.
But in the end your I love you’s proved fake.
And that painful lie will be the last words,
to my heart, you will ever be allowed to speak.
Eyes flutter in the moonlight
Snow flakes lying on lashes demure
Lips chapped fighting the cold
Frosted breath slowly escapes
Drifting into the cold night
Last words spoken
First remembered
In the morning of our heart break
Melted snow mingles with tears
Staining cheeks so red
Last words linger idly behind
Unlike the warmth of your breath
http://tigersrumblings.wordpress.com/2012/02/07/last-words/
Very nice !
vivid imagery!
Another entry
http://aprilinsaskatoon.wordpress.com/2012/02/07/poem-last-words/
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Here is the link to my submission:)
Last Words
Shortlink: http://wp.me/pDVaY-4Z
There’s my entry.
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http://wp.me/pJRaR-xT
(Haiku)
There she lay, dying…
Her last words were: Bury me
with my teddy bear
I often wondered what would be my end
Will it be sudden, like a pouring rain in summer
Or will it be prolonged, hurting others and dying inside
I try to not think too often, the morbid thoughts in my mind
Curiosity killed the cat they say, but curious I am
What would be life after death? A life in itself?
And my words? My very last words?
Memorable they should be at the very least
an advice to forever leave an imprint
or should I die with a question, forever leaving them wondering
Last words I think are as important as dying
And now back to living, the most important of all
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“Writing, writing, what can I say?
I’ve scribbled and scribbled and had a bad day.
Ink in pen and pen to the page,
It all feels so forced, so full of waste.
I’ve toiled for hours, but it’s all just absurd,
So I’ve finally decided, these are my last words.”
(This is a great idea, and very fun! Thanks…)
Visit me –> http://mortondesignworks.wordpress.com/
Ok, just to clarify. These are my last words…of the poem. Only the poem. It was an exercise in frustration at writing a poem.
Last words? I don’t think I left any, and now I am dead.
It hardly seems necessary to leave an impression again.
My life was my work, and my work was my spirit:
those who knew me will remember when near it.
Near my work, that is,
also near my wife and kids.
My works surrounds them because I love them.
And more so because they love me.
Last words in death, if I may be so frank,
are redundant unless your life was ______.
If you like my poem, please follow me at http://ayaforthejourney.wordpress.com/2012/02/08/last-words-2/
Last Words
Eighty-two years young in biblical terms, but in middle america, eighty-two and brown is riddled with life disguised as disease and broken promises
dirty bath water…unpaid bills.
she prayed
she prayed to God to make her an instrument of good will and now as empty as a vessel can be,
she cannot kneel or hold “amen” hands
she has climbed, she was called
she was bent by well-intended promises
of Mrs….and motherhood and friendship
(quiet as it was all kept) not even the infidels broke her
yet, i remember the high heel dreams high stepping and catching attitude like some folks catch the flu
(here today and gone tomorrow)
She be the root of my family tree
but with old timer’s disease, i get no last words
just a baby I can’t throw out with the bath water….
Sincerely.
wish you were here.
or we hadn’t met.
what I thought was true
because it came from you,
is a memory
black on white.
still. still,
in the dead of night,
the ravage’s refrain plays.
what could I do
I only love you.
but you wish me well.
Sincerely.
Last Words
——————–
No words seem poignant enough,
No pen keen enough to sum up a life’s worth.
Can it really be done?
I’m distracting myself,
While you slowly waste away,
I’m thinking of better days,
And I’ll bet that you’re doing the same.
Times gone by,
When we didn’t need to worry,
About the beep of a heart monitor.
Monotonous.
We all lose at the game of monopoly we call life,
We grow to accept strife,
And sometimes even embrace it.
I’d carry all your pain,
A badge of honour,
If only to hear you say my name.
But insidious as it is,
Time takes the skill from your tongue.
Emasculating.
So I’ll just sit in silence,
Comforting silence,
And hope you find solace.
No famous last words,
You were ever saying they’re overrated.
You were always saying…
The last words I said;
“The power of our friendship
Will last forever”
Last words from lips fell on deaf ear
angst not from pain but tangible fear
who what is waiting on the other side
now seems its up to fate to decide
he slipped from us taking one last breath
peace seemed the word escaped from his chest
Concise and sweet ! Thank You for sharing !
Your
Last
Wishes
Assumed all
Would go glass-smooth.
But forests are dark places,
And your children are no longer innocent.
Calming
Seas
Mask storms.
I now shed
my obligation.
So pour your wrath down from above.
On
Me.
Your heirs
Scorn me, too.
Love it.
Those Words That Made You Leave
It’s getting dark inside
It’s too dark now to see
My eyes are getting heavy
And it’s getting hard to breathe
As I lay here in this bed
This bed covered in sheets
I don’t have long to go
Only minutes left you see
No one’s gathered round
There’s no one here for me
I chased off everyone who
Did anything for me
And in my last moments
In this room I start to plead
Wishing I could take back
Those words that made you leave
The love, the years, the tears
Made my eyes too blind to see
When I told you it was over
Even as you clung to me
But now as I lay dying
I’m just wishing you could see
Wishing I had never said the words
Go, go GO away from me
I’m surrounded now by nothingness
I begin to drift to sleep
Don’t be afraid, I tell myself
As I fade into the deep
Inhaling now with my last breath
Calmness coming over me
Now I lay me down to rest
It’s time to rest in peace.
LB
Family tempers the foresight of life with hindsight empowerment.
Here’s my entry
http://synonymosity.wordpress.com/2012/02/09/last-words/
http://synonymosity.wordpress.com/2012/02/08/last-words-3/
Here’s one that actually works!
Wow, lots of good entries! Here’s the link to my blog post with my poem in it: http://lettersfromthewasteland.com/2012/02/08/poetry-challenge-last-words/
“Last Words”
Planning my last words in some sterile cocoon
Scanning this lost ward of shadows and ghosts
My dearest friend welcomed her twilight at noon
I watched her dissolve on some South Asian coast
A brief phrase, a quip, a witty observation
An appropriate summation of an ordinary soul
So profound as to warrant granite preservation
Yet modest and quiet, and warm in the cold
Pretense is born in the effort to destroy it
I can’t control whispers while I’m feeding the ground
What good is a eulogy if I can’t enjoy it
And footsteps ignore my commemorative mound?
A cold sweat, a terror, a panic ensues
Every word has already been spoken, I fear
My story is trapped in a web of wires and tubes
I’m a gargoyle watching the Black Widow draw near
Just as I grasp the best prelude for dying
She’s checking the clock, and I feel my heart sighing
My voice is relying on lungs that aren’t trying
My last words are lost, but at least I’m not lying.
I really loved this one, powerful and poignant !
“I’m a gargoyle watching the Black Widow draw near” – great line !
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Last Words
—————
A light so bright, I cannot see
Call heads or tails, flip once for me
The two headed coin was destiny’s call
It’s time for me now, for once, for all
The straps so tight, I cannot move
Fight them, I’ll not, I’ve nothing to prove
For if they need a body, I’ll offer them mine
Then “Justice” be served, the worst of the wine
Innocent me, yet here I lie
As they chant and cry, today I’ll die
I tried to save her, yet still she passed
I think, for my next words will be my last
“I loved your daughter.” I said to them both
“And I did my best to keep my oath.
I wanted only to love her and keep her yet safe
I gave her my world, though I be but a waif.”
“When he entered our home, bearing shotgun in hand
I tried to distract and then fight like a man.
I was scared for my life, as would be you too,
But I disarmed the masked man, though his grip be like glue”
“He kicked out my feet as I turned and I shot.
That move filled our bed with buckshot, double aught.”
“Stop it! Just stop!” they cried, weeping in pain
Holding each other and cursing my name
“That’s enough from you for you’ve come to your end”
Said the warden, hands shaking, for he was still my friend
“I believe you” he whispered, injecting my death
“Go to sleep, my old friend, and dream of free breath”
As fatigue covered me, I looked in his eyes
“You know that I loved her, I’ve told you no lies!”
Tears streaked to the floor as the darkness did creep
“I’m sorry,” I cried as I fell to deep sleep
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My last comrade from ’36, I grip your hand
and hear you whisper “Revolución”.
I know you meant to say ‘amor’,
but it will do.
M
__________
(c) Marie Marshall
author/poet/editor
Scotland
http://mairibheag.com
http://kvennarad.wordpress.com
Last Words
Light left your eyes
all in an instant –
pupils pushed
open wide,
wide enough to leave.
You said no word;
there was not time.
I had no word,
no thought –
a kicked-throat,
airless-gasping
sob.
Too much time
for too many words
once.
Love left your eyes
all in an instant –
danced steps
I’d never learned,
to music
I could never hear,
music I could not
understand.
Life left your eyes
all in an instant –
skin against sun,
blushed and shiny,
pink-orange flesh,
glow colored
by blood:
otherworldly,
betterworldly.
The eyes know
before the head.
They say all
there is to say.
Beautiful, reminds me of a line from one of my favorite songs ” Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world “
teardrops on my pillow
raindrops on my window
holding on to what ain’t mine, man i hate that i got to let go
un-choreographed part…
spear through my heart
i can’t control the fact that this is where the end starts!
speak but i ain’t heard…
bruised inside, i’m hurt
I close my eyes, “I love you all”…I jus said my last words!
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Last Words – by amarmirch
A few wrong words speak out
Out of frustration and overwhelming pressure
Pressure built up in the cooker and the whistle blew
Blew hot steam into the calm surroundings
Surroundings turned from light to night
Night fell dark and heavy
Heavy chest went faint
Faint life retreated in steps
Steps back led away from a future
Future was consumed by the past
Past words were cemented into the ground
Ground shakes to haunt a path
Path paved uneven by hands
Hands responsible for reaching this point
Point eyes down as doubt drops
Drops from the aftermath of conflict
Conflict between mind and words raged on
On an unforeseen day, now long gone
Gone from today but not from thought
Thought which was absent from a few last words
Original post: http://amaroosays.wordpress.com/2012/02/09/last-words/
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Last Word
Hallelujiah! Glory Hallelujiah!
This is so great today–today I see it.
The righteous man, that old sinner who
started listening to God,
Now he is blessed!
He is blessed in beautiful ways.
It is God who blessed him,
and his kin are blessed too–
Blessed through him–by God!
He wrote his obituary, and its a good one.
God is in it. God wrote it. God loves it.
He isn’t afraid of being bad news.
He’s good news.
God is in him, and that is the news.
There are poor and sick folks who recall him,
Because he’s God’s man,
The righteous man lives on,
He’s God’s man,
and his work endures.
His Word endures–in the righteous man.
http://tbolto.wordpress.com/2012/02/09/last-words/
Last Words
Twilight falls on every life
We often miss the signs
Parent, child, husband, wife
All come and go by design
Never knowing when presence may pass
Leaving us without warning
As though water poured from a glass
Waking alone with day’s dawning
Never speak to love uncensored
To the ones you hold so dear
For your last words…
May be the last they hear.
So true !! well crafted and Well Done !!
I haven’t written a poem in forever but I thought this challenge is amazing so here it goes:
If your not happy leave,
Those were your last words to me,
It was a bluff,
I know,
And I knew it’d be rough,
But I left,
As I packed up my home,
I remembered your last words,
If your not happy leave,
Thank you for pushing me to be free,
I can only imagine the shock,
When you found my ring in the box,
With the letter I left,
Which said,
I am off to find my happiness,
The last thing you read,
Was the last thing you said,
If your not happy leave,
I doubt you’ll ever forget your last words to me
You called his bluff and upped with rebuff. Good job ! Thanks for sharing
Reblogged this on adayinyvetteslife and commented:
Basically I think this is a legit idea and am now in love with his blog. It is an awesome way to get a ton of people’s poetry viewed. Anyone who loves poetry should most def follow this blog! Go check it out!
Hey hi Corey,
Thanks for following my blog and liking my poems. I was wondering if you could give a small heads up on the Poetry Challenge.
Thanks,
Arpita.
Corey, as promised, I’m joining this week. Like last time, I got the prompt late, so here’s what I was able to create:
Last Words
“I’ll see you later,”
he said to his mistress,
knowing that never ever
will he be feeling her soft caress.
“Think of me while you’re away,”
replied the enchantress,
hoping for that fateful day
when he will fill her loneliness.
“Welcome home darling,”
said his wife like a 30s actress,
slyly smiling at her cunning
before finally becoming a murderess.
Such is the irony that we’ll see
when we look at the last words of these three.
I was thinking of a serious theme, but the poem turned out to be an funny rhyme about domestic things. LOL! Hope you guys like it.
LAST WORDS
With love, they are given
last words and a tear
one heart to another
from those we love with no fear
With thanks, we can learn
departures such as this
to forgive and move on
no regrets, but a kiss
With hope for reunion
in heaven or on earth
to unite once again
comes unavoidable rebirth
With love and recognition
last words will remain
in our hearts everlasting
until we meet again.
YES ^_^
So here is my entry to this weeks challenge, thanks again for organizing this poetry contest!
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The last utterances of a man,
are the most important ones he’ll ever say
For these words determine his destiny,
whether he’ll be wretched, or rest in peace
The last words of a man should be dignified,
a culmination of his life’s work
A life filled with good deeds and charity
will breed gems of wisdom on the tongue
So take heed and be not like the fool,
who spends all of his expressions in one place
Unlike the wise man,
who saves his best thoughts for his last day
Last Words
Fearful, fiery glances
between wild and lost stances
taking turns destroying our chances
of loving each other again.
6 feet seems so deep
to this irrational, untamed love we keep
unkept in cages, amongst dusty rages…
PINNED between the unwritten pages
of loving each other again.
Echoing internal silence
unspoken, sweeter and omitting the violence
are the endearing words of my mind
polished and thoughtful… you will never find
of loving each other again.
Last Words
Fearful, fiery glances
between wild and lost stances
taking turns destroying our chances
of loving each other again.
6 feet seems so deep
to this irrational, untamed love we keep
unkept in cages, amongst dusty rages…
PINNED between the unwritten pages
of loving each other again.
Echoing internal silence
unspoken, sweeter and omitting the violence
are the endearing words of my mind
polished and thoughtful… you will never find
of loving each other again.
Sorry if it double posted. This is my first time trying this!
[...] This week’s challenge is to write a poem with the title “Last Words”. I encourage anyone interested to try it out (or at least vote this weekend!), and post your poems in his comments section. I feel most of the stuff I’ve written hasn’t been focused on any one topic, but the few poems I have written about something specific, I’ve really liked. I find it’s more difficult (and therefore more rewarding) to compose something on a theme. [...]
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My entry is here : D
http://listeningforthewhisper.wordpress.com/2012/02/10/last-words/
Last words I leave to those
Who wait by my last bed;
I see over there tombs in rows
And on the stone you shall read
My last words.
[...] fearing the ruination of any lovers’ dreams for the holiday. It’s written for the Poetry Challenge – Week 2 over at ClownRhymes’ wonderful poetry blog. I hope you enjoy [...]
http://misadventuresinlamosquitia.wordpress.com/2012/02/14/shrike/
I really dig this challenge, clownrhymes. I’ll try to remember to take part each week. My entry for this week is entitled…
Shrike
Last words are forever so easy to say,
And yet they’re so hard to receive.
How could a person with so little faith
Be so instantly and easily deceived?
I try to acknowledge it every day
But there never comes any reprieve,
from knowing that I was her patsy, her rube,
for not seeing what hid up her sleeve.
Now I sit mourning, and here I will stay.
What good reason do I have to leave?
It’s my best friend that now foolishly walks in her way
and I know one day he too will grieve.
The stiletto remains in my heart ever grey,
till the day it can finally be sheathed,
when she does it to him like an instant replay
and my suffering, to him I’ll bequeath.
“You’d take her back if you could get her to stay?”
He recently said. I said “Do I look that naive?
Trust me. You dallied, and the devil you’ll pay.
Your comeuppance you’ll surely receive
and then we’ll drink wine with a perfect bouquet
and our mutual disturbance bereave.
Meanwhile I will just wait for the day
Her unfaithfulness makes you believe. ”
http://danroberson.wordpress.com/2012/02/18/last-words/ There are so many last words, whether planned or not.
[...] Corey the pondering clown had a competition for a poem with this title. I wasn’t interested in the competition [there wasn't a million dollar prize ], but this idea and this image came to me in the early hours of the morning. (It is very quiet here, so sometimes it is harder to sleep. When you hear a noise, it is harder to convince yourself that it is not them coming to get you. One day, it will be.) The cliches are deliberate. He might be happy, but in many ways it is very sad, that his happiness comes from scraping through, from making it. For those of us who struggle though, you get through one day at a time, each little triumph, and then one day, there are no more days to get through. Perhaps that is the final victory. Then what comes after? Don’t judge him too harshly if there are no references to loved ones here – whose feet did he keep shod, who did he protect from the wolf? His love is expressed practically, and that is the greatest poem, and it is not one that I can write. [...]
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This is beautiful Corey, I lost my Dad in October. How fitting.