For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Last (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. Possible titles include: “Last Word,” “Last Card Catalog,” “Lasting Impression,” “Last Train to Duluth,” and so on.
Okay, I pumped out a quick, rhyming pantoum. LOL. It needs work but I think I like this one and will edit some to shape it up.
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a pantoum
When I run a race, I come in last
I always lose. I’ve never won,
I know that I’m not very fast.
but I love the wind, I love to run.
I always lose. I’ve never won,
I get ahead, it doesn’t last.
But I love the wind, I love to run,
I take my time and have a blast!
I get ahead, it doesn’t last.
I hate it when it’s over, done.
I take my time and have a blast!
I pump my legs, it’s so much fun!
I hate it when it’s over, done.
I know that I’m not very fast.
I pump my legs, it’s so much fun!
When I run a race, I come in last.
I'm right beside you sharing last place with you! lol! but it's all good and all fun :-)
DeleteI used to win all the races at the shop picnic until they made me enter the boys races instead of the girls races!!! I thought that was totally unfair! Nice poem...
DeleteThe Last Song
ReplyDeleteWe never made a favorite song
together
we never did much of anything
together
but we went on one last date
and heard a love song
he said, "let's make this our song"
I said "ok"
not meaning it
it hurt so much inside
it was the last song
because
he died
so sad! a lot of emotion comes out in this poem and I can relate to the scenario
DeleteI like the poem and although I said no critique, I like this poem so much I want to say I think it would be so much better without the last two lines. I think it's overkill there and leaving it ambiguous what happened is more powerful.
DeleteLast Laugh
ReplyDeleteIt's been said he who laughs last
laughs loudest and perhaps it's true
but I've learned from the past
those laughs are rare and few.
Sometimes that final laugh
can hurt someone you love
someone you call your other half
whom you think the world of
while the laugh may bring you joy
a tear falls from their eye
so don't be so crass or coy
and make you loved one cry.
Yes, he who laughs last laughs loudest
at least that's what I've heard
but in the end he's really not the proudest
but feels a fool and quite absurd.
I've been told I don't have a sense of humor when I don't find racist, sexist, etc., jokes funny. I say that unless the butt of the joke could find it funny also, it's not a joke.
Deleteyes, I always say don't make your jokes at my expense! It hurts my feelings. But I get it all the time. I just don't laugh and leave him laughing alone...
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ReplyDeleteThe Last Rain
trickled off over hardened parched earth
didn't stop to water a plant
fled down hill but
in the terrible heat
shrank into vapor
failed to reach the streambed
didn't say goodbye
or write a note
to the mysterious properties
of a lovely storm.
Maybe next season.
Y'know, for the first several lines, I thought it was a science fiction poem about truly the last rain. Interesting thought though, a sci-fi poem.
DeleteThe Last One
ReplyDeleteI won't be the last one
to leave the room
or the dining table
or the party.
I won't be the last one
to discover my true name
to uncover the answers
to get the joke.
I might be the last one
if it's a footrace
or a road race,
because I can't run.
But I won't be the last one
to come to terms
with a desire to be first
and end up last.
Well this was interesting - not exactly what I expected - but I like what happened here.
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Shoemaker, tend to thy last my mother said when
I asked a question she would not answer.
An online dictionary provides 19 definitions
of last; none involving shoes or makers.
My mother loved horseracing, saw Shoemaker
at Rockingham. Winningest jockey of all time,
he never finished last. She was over seventy
when I learned of her interest in the Sport of Kings.
She quoted jockey statistics, wins and losses,
turf conditions and horses’ lineages, then demanded
silence as we watched the Kentucky Derby
through the snowy reception of her old TV set
I was delighted to discover my prim and proper
mother’s passion, even more delighted to take her
to Saratoga in August where she explained to my son,
his wife and me just how to place our bets –
never more than two dollars per race. She explained
win, place and show, never bothered with trifectas,
watched intently as the horses ran. She said a race
was more interesting when you had money on a horse.
After my mother died I wondered what else
I never knew about my mother, and what my
own children may not know about me, and I wonder
if, at last, we can ever truly know each other.
©Priscilla Anne Tennant Herrington
I took forgranted:
ReplyDeleteThe last cup of tea,
The last drink,
The last kiss,
The last embrace,
The last drop,
The last sunset,
The last time,
Not realizing:
It was the last.
I took forgranted:
ReplyDeleteThe last cup of tea,
The last drink,
The last kiss,
The last embrace,
The last drop,
The last sunset,
The last time,
Not realizing:
It was the last.