My last poem Will be amazing. It will be groundbreaking, earthshaking moving continents from Pangea to braking new ground. My last poem will cause panic and euphoria with out whispers of making shouts loud. It will blow like winds over oceans waves carrying salt of the earth, it will bless children with old traditions, from those near death to those who yet have birth.
It will burst out ear drums , it will force voices out of the mute, it will paint masterpieces of vanilla skies, it will bring people together if only for a short time. My last poem will sing on top of mountains for heaven to harmonize to, it will vibe to the smoothest rhythm and pop with the everlasting groove for the getting down. It will dream the sweetest nightmares and wake the daydreamers up to the reality they will change after nights of lonely moons. My last poem will swim with mermaids, soar on Magic carpets next to dragons. It will grant wishes for the lower class , it will make the greedy change their ways.. it will revolutionize televised airwaves with love and kindness, rage war on critically acclaimed films with blood and tears, my last poems will cause 1 moment to feel like 1 billion years, it will make lies destroy lives with words more intimately enticed with letters deceiving the most faithful of those who live under the warmest sun. Convert atheist from stubborn doubt so quick, they’ll start speaking in tongues. It will raise the dead from their resting places to remind you what is gone will never be forgotten. Make fruit ripe with sweetness to the sour taste to the rotten. punish the guity
Sure, here's a revised version of the poem with some personal flair:
My last poem will break ground, shake things up, and spread chaos like a contagious virus of creativity. It will make the deaf hear and the blind see, it will create a symphony out of silence, and make the mute speak in prose. It will inspire hope amongst despair, and bring tears to eyes that have forgotten how to cry. It will make the sky burst with color, and the ground quake beneath our feet. My last poem will touch hearts, and change lives forever.
It will touch souls, and heal old scars. It will make the wicked repent, and the good shine brighter than gold.
It will be a poem that will be remembered long after I am gone, and inspire generations to come. It will be a masterpiece of words, and a work of art to behold.
My last poem will be legendary, and it will echo through the ages, as a testament to the power of the written word and its ability to touch hearts, change minds, and transcend the boundaries of time and space.
My last poem will be a beacon of light in a dark world, and a source of hope for those who have lost their way. It will be a force to be reckoned with, and a reminder of what is truly important in this world.
My last poem will be a reflection of the beauty that still lingers within us, despite the chaos and uncertainty that surrounds us. It will be a reminder of what is still possible, and a reminder of what we can still achieve if we only have the courage to believe in ourselves.
It will be a reminder, of the power of language, and the magic of the written word.
The way in which words can inspire, and can uplift and uplift. The way in which words can heal, and can destroy.
My last poem will be a reminder, of the power that we each hold within ourselves. The power to create, and the power to destroy. The power to love, and the power to hate.
It will be a reminder of the power that lies within the heart, and within the soul.
The power of the human spirit to rise above, and to fly.
And when I am gone, my words will linger, like a gentle breeze across the night sky.
And it will inspire the dreamers, and awaken the hearts of those who have sleepwalked through life. It will remind them, of the power within them to create, to love, and to dream.
And in that moment, in that instant, I will be remembered, not just as a dreamer myself, but as a catalyst for the dreams of others. As a spark that ignites the inferno within.
