Last Word Poem by Unwritten Soul
Last Word
How colorful prism is
The last color we'll see is black
To be ever-last in a long deep sleep
And last sound to be heard is silent
Where all melodies and noises going to rest
We know last thing to own is never gold
But what remain for us is in our own
Heart, the chest for a soul
And the last word to say
Is only a beautiful goodbye
It may hurt ears to hear
But do know
Whatever comes, at last
Silent will replace
And black will cover your face
Just what we stay to perceive later
It could be all...all but remain in heart only
Here now our souls writing life history
Of long years, colorful and melody
That someday may also come in ugly and noisy
But someday be ended in black and stay silently
Heart will endure all before end the world
To be lasting in a very last word
To say, to hear
A beautiful Goodbye
Burying in eternity
Prism color in a long dream
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Every thing start with something
Even a something is a beginning
When it has a beginning it must be ending
End will be last...and it can be everlast
either it just to be last one (end) or to be last one (forever)
a last thing in order sometime be everlasting in memory...
Without the last word, never could last expression of thought exist in a verbal or printed context. For in these words of communication forms a genuine connection with all humanity. It importance is indeed never given it's dues. A beautiful poem with an expression that runs all the way through.
Particularly love the last four lines line Soul. Your words are always so caring and sensitive. I read you Poet Page these words too are incredible. Thank You and keep inspiring others
In the womb of color black Was born a speck of white In the white dispersed we find All the colors of natures light....... Good poem and welcome to my page too.
ending last in words of heart in every new start waiting us next door is last never last for the soul in the last
A last, final goodbye. Soul, this makes me think of eternity of existence, but an eternity apart. When all fades away, and the passion slips by, it is always possible to exist. But all things once meaningful have slipped away, perhaps into obscurity forever. What remains of life? Terrific verse, Soul.
Great work as always, remember the last can also be the first.
The last colour will be black The last sound will be silent The lasting word will be Good bye Everlasting is ending. Beautiful write from your pen. Loved reading your poems. You always come up with something different.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/10/2024 10:32:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hello Soul a beautiful poem well written really lovely well done