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Stairway to the Stars

stairway to the stars celestial light beckons me no puddles overflow with tears my life’s silent movie reruns in my mind not a loved one left behind those I cherish wait for me lingering in paradise below the Earth loses color even the pyramids Eiffel Tower Broadway lights fade to those still confined in the worldly realm no legacy I leave just a kiss that carries rapidly vanishing memories my final farewell
*Written September 4, 2014, by Carolyn Devonshire For Guatami’s “The Poet II – Poetry Contest” Theme: Leave you a kiss

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014

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Escape

Escape
Introducing: Carl Fraser & Poet Destroyer

Oh Paint me a far away horizon
Across a tranquil azure sea,
Where sits a peaceful deserted island
Where no one lives but me
Free from prying eyes and greedy lies
Free from scars that never heal
Let me be free to just be me
Instead of someone who isn't real
To live out my days giving thanks and praise
To my creator in heaven above
And leave behind the noise of worldly toys
And just bask daily in his love
To be stripped of pain by the spirits rain
And washed until my robes are clean
For I've had enough of my fellowman's company
And I'm disgusted by what I've seen
So I will step into my painted horizon
Framed in a forever state of bliss
And I turn back only for a fading glimpse
As I blow the world a farewell kiss.

       Laced by the seas we see, you beg for a life so far
       Far from all I've dreamed of, tranquil and spirit rain
       A once false painted paradise,
       Bliss, a farewell kiss, drowned by old heartache
       Not knowing where it's coming from
       Yesterday, I woke up to a new skyline,
       The horizon, formed by your eyes,
       Across a tranquil azure sea
       Far from all existing companies, you stood
       In front of the ocean - your ocean!
       Sailing on the calm side of the turquoise sea
       Stripping back into the innocence you once were
       A gentleman, caressing the oats in a peaceful state
       The moon breaking your once trusted mind
       The silence of heaven heals every scar inside
       Redemption is a secret we beg for
       It was always you, someone lost, misguided by love
       Somebody, I once dreamt of, A dream lost out at sea
       Calling out for me --- you chose to pray alone
       Repelled by the world so cold, yet here I stand
       Alone, on the other side of the farewell kiss
       For you, I paint a faraway horizon of bliss, my friend
       Waiting -Dreaming -Escaping --- In another lifetime

       ~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015

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Poet Convention 2014

Poet Convention

Lost in a poets convention, 
I can't recall every poem, I've read through the years
50518, unique comments I 'validate'--- 
Thank You For Sharing Your Happy and Sad tears 
Since March 24, 2010 In the mist of every line, 
I'm sending special hugs, for he/she that favorite me through the years 

Today's Convention, 
A praise to all poets mentioned and not mentioned

I will miss, the sweetest girl on this block LEONORA G.,
She treats me with love, adores my words and twisted poetry.  

I will start with the soups famous October, 7th babies,  
Frank and Kash, Debbie D, and myself, these lines belong to us, 
Our best characteristic has everything to do with the mind 
In our poetic hearts you'll find the symbol of justice and balance

This is not a song, it is not a poem, it's a free falling memo written with style

Back in March 2013, I said it then, I'll say it again 
Andrea, you and only you are the Poet Queen 
By the Queen, sits the Poet King of rhymes, Robert L. Hinshaw
Thank you both for never stepping on your loyal subjects 
Carol B., & Linda Marie, no one can replace the hole you left inside

I will miss all the little poetry pups, who came and sat by my side 
MAHIMA and Saanvi, and Sabrina, thank you for the encouragement

Phyllis, Joyce, Francine, Rhonda, Betty, sweet Karen A., and Catie, 
Clap your hands for the lovely quiet soup ladies.
Okay, maybe not Karen A., and Catie, these ladies love speaking their minds:)
SARA K., a mentor to some, a Fairy Godmother in my book
I will miss her "Magic Pen like Wand" dearly.
Gail, thank you for spreading your wings, and teaching us how to fly. 
Hopefully --wings are a nice gesture, --waving--  
"One day I'll see you again, my friend."

Daver Austin, "Go ahead, make my day" thank you for the show 
Now, you know why I referred to you as, "The Clint Eastwood of Poetry."
Russell Survey, encouraged my days and moods with his kind words

Scribe ML., where are you my friend? 
Don't you know your BIGGEST FAN misses you!!!

Dr Ram, Bindu V, Litan D., Donna J, Shadow, Sandra A., Peter Durgan, 
Giorgio V., Mystic Rose, BL Devnath and of course our Nette.
Thank you for being kind and rewinding and replying to every note.
Joseph M., Caleb S., Vincent F., Juliet L., Lucy Carrillo, Scott 37, Johnny R.,
Kelly D., thank you for the honor in always honoring my words

Roger Horsch meets Eileen Ghali, your smile, her smile always made me smile,  
No matter how many miles apart, our smiles always met on the same page.

Jenish, Don J., S.Z. Kamoonpuri, Gideon, Gary, Austin E., and Jody M., 
Fatima N., Mark N., Aiyah B., Ralph F., Kathryn C., Elly, Ayesha A.,
Clay W., Erich, Syam, MIKKI, John B., Olusegun, *Sukmawati* Gwen,
Delysia H., Frederic P., Richard L., Brenda L., Keith, Debbie G.,
Thank you for painting the best IMAGERY 

Michale Clarke, Charma C., Wayland B., Jancarl C., Carrie, and Harry, 
M&M, Abdulhafeez, Michael B., Maria P. S., CHAN and Mandy T.
You are only the beginning of what makes this a good community

Arlid A., Dinda M., Silly Billy, Tim Ryerson, we go way back.
Ravindra, Kim M., Richard S., Honestly JT., Wade A., Dom-X.
The ingredients in your poems, makes the best soup remix

Joe M., Jack H., James H., James P., Tim B., Jon A. C., Allan K., Matthew A.
Deb Wilson, David S., David William, Thomas S., Cecilia M. 
Keep that pen flowing for tomorrow needs poets like you.

Justin B., Laura B., your words will continue to be a part of me.
Owen Y., and John L., your visits, your friendship I will never forget

Yasmin and Carl F., hanging out with you on the soup was the best.

Cherl Dunn, and Colleen Bono, SandyIvy, I will miss everything about you, 
Mostly I will miss your friendship and the way you took care of me.

Poet and sister Skat, keep rocking what I can't.... 
Copy paste your love, welcome in the new.
Show Edwina, Robin, Sam B., and all the NEW POETS they belong

Last but not least-- Behind every mess, they are the best 
--Craig Cornish and Cyndi McMillan
What have you done, I admit without you this place would have been no fun.
Thank you for the spin, making every penny worth our paid premium memberships

Before I forget, 
I want to take this time to reminisce and add two old friends to my hot list.
Nikko and Chris A..... My first POETRY SOUP FRIENDS.
I will never forget you, and all the fun moments we had,
Back when the soup was not like this:) 
Chris, can you ever forgive me, I never stepped up to say "I was Sorry!"

As you know my kindness is my weakness 
Now it's time to be strong and move on 
If one day I return, then you know, I fell off the wagon
And, into arms and luring fingers of Team Poetry Soup
AAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNN!

Love 
The Poet Destroyer

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

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Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013

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I Will Not Remember You

Tonight,motionless is my sleep without a thought of you passing my mind And if the wafting wind breathes softly its zephyr breeze upon the pearl blush of my cheek I will not remember you Like the rattling sound of crickets on the first branch of Spring you had come and gone Now your shadow blocks the silver of my moon,no more Like a woodpecker in its last sonata you stole our music but I am learning how to dance without your song Forget-me-not petals scattered in silence on autumn's sidewalk Fluttering snowflakes covered my hair with false proposals and winter frost Your summer footprints have been washed out I lay in solitude,I lay in solitude yet still not lost,No,still not lost Here I am now, a mourning swan yet still a swan which pirouettes on a glass stream There He comes now, splash in calm beauty Fresh face reflecting upon my dream Tonight,motionless is my sleep and if the wafting wind breathes softly its zephyr breeze upon the pearl blush of my cheek I will not remember you
Inspired by Elton John's song- 'The One'

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014

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BOTH ACHE AND JOY



There is something about the cuddle of mist that washes the pain of love's farewell like a damp of healing elixir, so softly touching my navel to ignite back the glaze within my marrow; and breaths sing with playful twilight about fresh enchantment blessed... Now i greet the flowering of joy with unopened gifts, knowing goodbye is a beautiful wound as one star plays night keeper of reflective hours humming a new tune, dainty yet unknown, that in the solace born from ache and joy, I welcome it all-- the fire, wonder, and sighs. Thomas Martin:Romantic Fools Contest

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2013

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If We Were Ever Friends

Nauseating thoughts about noxious,  and demeaning  words
that smell worse than stinking socks on sweaty feet ,
replay in my head making me feel so small .
They swell in my mind , twisting my stomach, 
urging me to throw up poisonous  venom 
of false accusations ,you've pumped into my blood stream.
But I know then , that after I regurgitate , 
this migraine you've caused will be gone, I will be relieved.
I will celebrate the accomplishment  of living 
without ever thinking of your existence again.
This time there'll be no effort to repair
nor would I feel the need to defend myself
for things I didn't  do. This time I make no wrong decisions. 
No , I will not be coming back to your illusional lies'parasites.
No, I will not cling to memories of better times ,
and inseparable  moments, of sugar coated sweetness 
and diabetic  aftermath. My subconscious  will memorise ,
but  only the final  act of your dramatic moods.
Our friendship is at permanent  loss
But , I won't waste precious  time scattering its ashes
nor mourning its death. No there 'll be no regret .
I will walk away from you , from all We ever had ,
I'll let new arms embrace me , and steal me from  our past.




This is a revised  poem . A big thankyou to all of those who helped me
with their suggestions.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2016

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The Farewell Performance

His rheumy eyes film over and he brushes away a tear
with the age-spotted back of his hand.
He watches himself as a young man –
handsome, vigorous, full of joie de vivre.
The members of his orchestra now arthritic.
Or ashes long since scattered into oblivion,
like the beautiful soprano in the film.
But for the duration of the archive footage
they are all young again.
The film ends and their philharmonic youth
is silent memory once more.
He struggles to press rewind but his gnarled finger 
presses fast-forward by mistake.
He thinks that time has been on fast-forward
and wishes he could find the rewind control for his life.
With a sigh, he presses play and fades away,
watching his immortal youth.

Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2011

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Summer's Fall

Summer’s Fall


Slow bleeding trees stand,
pallbearers to a failing Summer’s
last warm, moist breath.
Cold moon casts shadows into
early darkness, on flowers shivering
in chilling soil.  Thus does Autumn’s
beauty shield us from our pain.


John G. Lawless
9/6/2014
for PD’s One Autumn Night(in just 7 lines) – Poetry Contest 






Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2014

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My Love, I love you but this is my Farewell.

I want to love you,

But how can I, when you... you treat me like this!?

No more! No more! No more! 

I loved you once and have for always.

But no more will I love you for who you have become, but for who you 

were. 

My love, I love you but this is my farewell.

Copyright © Emily Kroeger | Year Posted 2009

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Greetings Enclosed Within A Farewell

Emotions collide
and intermingle,
before bursting forth
to clean the slate with a soiled eraser-
a cloth rinsed in muddy water.
The past is carved into eyes of stone,
tossed into a river
flowing towards unknown futures.
Future hope is a plasticity,
a mysterious malleability 
of infinite possibilities.
Heavy metals transmute into hearts of light,
passing on the Elixir
as gold greets transient souls.
A greeting enclosed within a farewell.
Footprints washed away,
but the essence survives in tides
reflecting the light of stars already perished-
stars already perished
send light towards stars just being born.
Footprints washed away,
but the essence survives,
riding in tides being pulled 
from the other side.

Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2010

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Half A Heart

Half A Heart I asked you to bring me something from your memories. You brought me all the stars in the Universe; You brought me their gleam, their glimmer. And I, I stood there consumed by their warmth. In that moment, I realized that you will always love me more. I waited for the dewdrop to come home; But you painted for me dark blue skies and thunder. The clouds brought me to you and I stayed; I stayed Because there was no part of me that hadn't felt the rain. In that moment, I realized you were my comfort; my ease. I stretched out my hand to touch that petal. And you flooded me with peaches and flowers, You made me believe in Orange trees and destinies; I watched our euphoria take over my dreams. In that moment, I realized that you were my escape. I let myself fall asleep on your lap and heard our time tick away. I guessed correctly then, that time would be our Antagonist. And I must say, she played it quite well. I couldn’t feel the scent of your laughter anymore. In that moment, I realized that I had already lost you. “The sun of my reason has set. My thoughts have set sail and My heart was washed ashore last night. Take me to the bottom of the ocean. There, I will build you a sandcastle.” I'm sorry I let my mind strike those words out; I hadn't realized that they were stories from another world; I hadn't realized that I was erasing your dream. I'm sorry I didn't even feel the heat of your fire; I was so consumed in mine. Think of happy places, happy people; they said. But in all my thoughts, I saw myself with you. You are my happiness. The period I refused to place. You are the ink-spot that refused to wash off. Come be my snowfall again; I promise I won’t hurt the flakes. Our yesterdays were so beautiful. Oh yes, they were! They've held most of our smiles and best of our memories. Frightened at the sight of our dreams coming true I don't want our tomorrows to meet. So hold my hand one last time and wish me a Good Life. Let our destinies lay buried under the shade of our Orange Tree.
2nd November 2015 Neethu Roy

Copyright © Neethu Roy | Year Posted 2015

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Dementia

He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia

Copyright © Laura Hamilton | Year Posted 2013

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Bill


R.I.P. William Dale Eubanks
d. July 1, 2012, aged 68 yrs., Tennessee Ridge, Tennessee

Death came as no surprise
the first Sunday in July;
it claimed you, on a ridge in Tennessee,
with kin who took you in and waited with you
through the last hard days.
You kept what fears you had well hid,
did not betray with loud complaint
the fate you could not but know awaited.
A smile, a joke, a hug – exotic meals –
And genuine interest greeted all you met.
And you were, certainly, never boring
but well-traveled and smart
beyond the telling.
We’ll miss your wit, your bright demeanor,
and will remember all you freely gave ---
and what you took from us
with your passing.

Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2012

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A Room Full of Butterflies

Inspired by a Art gallery and a poem by Shelly.


A room full of  mottled multicolored butterflies
captured within a creative space
of artful design
to inspire and aspire
Flirt and flutter a delicate ballet
among the pot plants
A splash of color
an oasis
among a drab row of urban gray
The door is opened
and the butterflies are released to freedom
flying high above
lush green trees
in clear unblemished skies
floating like autumn fallen leaves
in a gentle breeze
painted Ladies
that rested on my heart for a while
and made it smile
bringing pleasure to my eye
A symbol of freedom and eternity
filling my dreams
with all the treasures of summer.




Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Sept.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2013

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A Brand New Star

Somewhere in our galaxy tonight shines a brand new star Dazzling, its brilliance pierces the ebony night At journey’s end it has sailed rugged heights afar And hangs this night with Sirius and Zenith reflecting light ~*~
12/5/'13

Copyright © Annalise a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2013

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Under the Tall Trees

Of dust, of dirt;
suspended, lost, remarkable.

Of no merit;
forgotten, under the tall trees.

And bury him;
No accurate history serves.

Under cross;
buried in sand,
buried in dirt.

His face will carry forth,
past this miserable state.

To birth,
to die;
forth not.

Behold;
of man, 
of earth.

Of dust, of dirt;
suspended, found, 
frozen in time.

Copyright © Adam Lefaivre | Year Posted 2013

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FAREWELL 2015

I give thanks that this difficult year has come to an end My father is now at peace with his lord Our lives have been turned upside down Nothing will ever be the same again I am on the threshold of a brand new year And look forward to brighter days ahead Sponsor: Carol Eastman Contest: Giving Thanks for 2015 31st December 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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Hounds from Hell

Hounds from Hell take their toll on your soul
as you walk the mainstreet of mainstream
and watch Saturn and Neptune dance to a simple tone
of silence in the outer space.
As you sit in the middle of the world
alone;
free yourself from the sense of hopelessness,
only see yourself in the mirror of deception
as your reflection laughs at you and looks right through you,
and doesn't have remorse for what it says or does to you.

Hounds from Hell take your soul,
chock you, cut of your air,
the smog and fog blind you in the city of ash.
Hear the hounds from hell howl for your soul,
go now, barracade your soul behind sins and temptation,
Alone, listening to your soul die away,
watch love go away from you, with suitcase in hand,
picture frames broken and collect dust through the sands of time.
Till the cleaning lady comes on Monday, to clean the mess
that you left behind.
You are gone, without a trace of ever returning.
Looks of the Hounds of Hell came for you and stole you from
comfort and warmth,
till the sorrowed heart cracks and pain spills out
and you look at it all spill out over the floor.
The Hounds from Hell have paid a consumable harmage to you,
and your rich soul of sorrowness burns away... slowly.

Fear darkens souls,
innocent souls burn with a new day,
a slumber that has no end
with nightmares haunting every light of hope
there is left in this desolate Wasteland.
Fear and darkness tears a hole in the darkened universe
and we all go to hell to see the Hounds,
who come for us all.
The graveyards fill,
and death guards the tombstones of the dead,
and the flowers burn away on the feet of the dead.

-10/14/2013-

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

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Bukowski Contest

I watched the blood flow
poetry dripping
coagulating in pools of misery
How could a genius be so careless?
Shaving away our humanity
filtering it through an inebriated brain
Poems in the thousands
orchestrated in the ordinary
Crushing
Truthful
yet not quite right
Genius exacts a toll

Somewhere beyond mirrored ideology
flashes the broken image of man
the smell of whiskey
loose women
one night lays
Lonely is as lonely does

Sticks poked into blind eyes
bones cracking like porcelain vases
adorning the altar of an enigmatic fool
Are we trapped?
Are we idiots?
Do we drink from the well of insignificance?

He sits alone in an empty room
Thinking
Yes Thinking
Until he thinks us out of existance
Yet somehow
Thankfuly
We are still here


Not so Genius

Brilliant none the less. His story is sad but his poetry is riviting.
I enjoyed this contest, facinating person of whom I was not familiar.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014

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The Wasteland -Part 1-

How can one express the baffling depths of obscurity? How can one behold to open the shafts of the mind? I have never been able to solve the mystery— Of myself. . . I wish at times that my life was no more That I could live as another and finally see things right But I am always stuck in this darkness And I cannot see this mind in light There are beasts. . .demons prowling through the wasteland Searching for any remaining life And if they are ever found— They are doomed and consumed Fear is their downfall and they never fail to smell it Their ashes remain, dancing with the imaginary breeze It is silent here—there are no answers I wish there were answers. . . But maybe there was never a reason No answers. . . Talons extend and clench around my heart They will never seek me out—they left me here It is like they knew…I had no reason—that was the answer I feel the pulse of my dangling life Alone in the dark, whimpering like a child I have scared myself, becoming this dragon-daggered youth No balm in Gilead! No eyes to see All I know will never be free I don’t need anyone! You are a disgrace—scum of the waste! You have everything, you ungrateful little nothing You are a joke. . . So swallow it all up like the pushover you are Stand your lowest and trudge right through No questions. No answers. Just . You. Or just lie back down into the mush of disease It has already infected you to the core Accept who you are, you ugly pestilence! I hate you Who are you to be glorified? Dream snatcher. . .murderer of all things bright Saturated in what you call light I see right through—even as the reflections shatter All of the dead kept you alive—they all matter… But alive you are the worst there is False savior—edited attention whore I never want to see your face again See, that’s why I hide. . . Desperation. . .desperation. . . I sob and cry kneeling in defeat For once I am right. . .I am right

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

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The silent cry

So the time has come
The silent letter with loud words has arrived
Hurting my pride making me cry a river
The morning chirping of the summer birds -
It’s as though they have stopped, my heart has dropped
I’ve lost the fight, I’ve lost my pride
Rushes of sadness anchor me down for the long ride
So slow and yet so fast and so completely out of control-
Where to go what to do?
Now I have to pack my life, into a box
Take what I can and let the rest standing-
Standing carelessly somewhere in the open air where people will stop and glace
The abandoned mess filled with blood red madness and the purple dress
A lifetime of memories hidden in these walls -
The childhood scrolls across the walls in crayons of blue and pink
And here I stand my arms held over the sink -
Gosh I can’t even think
“What will I tell my kids when they arrive home from school?”
“Oh God this is so cruel”
So ok I must be strong pull it together and just move on -
The single mothers fighting song
Maybe I can call my friend to help move us out 
Or maybe I should just silently shout! 
(Written for the Home Foreclosure contest!) 

Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2013

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Angel of Death

Angel of Death,
Cloaked in black.
With black scaled wings,
Upon her back.
Angel of Death,
Coming for me.
As soon as I sleep
Then dead I will be.
Taken by the night
It swallows and consumes me.
Now I am the angel
And death becomes me.

2003-2004
7th Grade

Copyright © Andrea Rose | Year Posted 2013

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White Roses

White Roses unparalleled splendor and a glow of peace white roses were my choice a funeral with festive, colorful displays how out of place they seemed color blind, Dad couldn’t appreciate such arrangements though he was surrounded by heaven’s radiant hues white seemed more fitting as we said farewell gentle beauties, white roses, were my last gift to him
Dedicated to my father who died January 6, 2009. Written January 5, 2014

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014

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I love you enough to leave

The truth 
It will destroy you
An August day
While you sweep up
rose petals 
On our Sun drenched
porch
You look at me from
under heavy lashes
And say it's ok
You don't wish to be
without me
It's ok your always
want me
Your never stop

I'll bask in this
glory
Thanking God for you
loving me
As tears prick the
back of my eyes

The hand around my
heart squeezes a
little tighter
Until I am
breathless with it

In time
There is a
difference to us
Making love is no
longer rushed
After 
I look at you,
looking down at me
But neither of us
say it's pointless
Your days a little
darker
A little longer
Things a little more
useless

The hand around my
heart squeezes a
little tighter
As the truth picks
away at your dreams
one by one

At Christmas we
pretend we are still
happy
Completely in love
While in the garden
with your sister
The truth pours out
of me in great sobs
She says it's ok
your get through
this
We both know she's
lying
Inside she's crying

I had no right in
making you love me
So the hand squeezes
a little tighter
round my heart

Somewhere along the
way
Anger rises
The tension
surprises us
You begin to resent
me
Hate me for letting
you love me

And I am sorry
I stayed a little
too long
Cared a little too
much
I needed this
whatever it was

So the hand squeezes
a little tighter
round my heart

Invisibly I collect
my possessions
Storing them
They lay in wait

Courage appears 
At three in the
morning on a Tuesday
Quietly I get my
things
Wait by the window
for a taxi
As the hand squeezes
a little tighter
round my heart

The knowledge
erupted
Watching you hold
your new Godson
Looking at me
longingly
Knowing I can never
give you this
Tears glazing your
eyes
Looking so proud
It's wrong for me to
keep you
With me this is all
your ever be
A childless man

In your hallway
You help with my
bags saying nothing
I will never be
wife, bnever be a
mother
Without you I'll
never be anything

As the cab pulls
away
You say your always
love me
I say I know
But I have to let
you go
I'm giving you a
chance of what I
can't give you
The most precious
thing
A family

So the hand
completely squeezes
my heart

Copyright © little known nothing | Year Posted 2014

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Atonement

free in a moment
but everyone wants it
a single second
oh so pleasant

now its gone
life rages on
here's the war
join the corps

there's the pain
that keeps us sane
the toll of death
taking every last breath

the innocence of youth
the freest of any moment
leaving now just the truth
maturity is your atonement

Copyright © Colton Charlson | Year Posted 2014

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A Missive to My Granddaughters

“A Missive To My Granddaughters”


My dearest girls,

How can I begin to tell you 
how much your smile warms my heart,
or the enrichment that penetrates my soul
when I feel your arms embrace me?

With you, I am a girl again reliving my own youth
When you share each new life experience with me.
Once again, my own fervor for life springs forth, 
As I listen to the enthusiasm that emanates from your cheerful chatter.

Your joy rejuvenates me.
Your smile pierces my heart and finds its way
To a special place reserved only for you.
Your zest for life gives me hope again for a better world,
And I thrive on your courage that abounds with each day that passes.

Please know…
That I have saved countless wishes for you alone -
A heart that is forgiving and true,
A mind that is forever open and exploring,
And the courage to face and overcome any obstacle.

I wish you a taste for beauty in whatever presents itself,
A flair of your own like no one else has ever experienced,
An infinite appreciation for all of Nature’s bounty,
And a magnanimous spirit for others less fortunate.

Please know that when I am gone, 
I will be with you always in spirit.
Whether it is the sweetness of a Spring rain,
In the coo of a morning dove,
Or the scent of a summer rose,
You will be reminded,
And you will know
That I am there
With you
Watching
Waiting
Until we are together..…again.

Copyright © Jan Pearce | Year Posted 2016

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Wisps

"Friend,
Mind wandering through misty woods.
You don't understand your purpose.
Friend,
I knew you too little,
Please do not shed your salty emotions,
Not out of anger, not out of sadness.
Friend,
You now lose your way so easily,
You sink, you burst, you burn inwardly.
You weep from frustrations, 
From the guilt of an honest smile,
From pains, that you forget for a moment,
That come swiftly back to haunt you of your loss.
I understand, dear friend.
You once had a light and the woods seek to snuff it out.
Do not fear, dear friend,
Friend follow me, as I once did you.
Friend, now you see?
Yes, you see,
The little wisps in the fog that guide us home."

~In memory of Bill Hamman, and all else who have suffered the pains of Alzheimer's

Copyright © Lauren Johnson | Year Posted 2013

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A Dance in the Dark

He was her dance in the dark
that never got past the stroke of midnight,
both shared moon's light
yet, never did he leave
the empty corridors
in her mind

grief of days swept into years
which she could never seem to shake
heart's lonely ache
as they twirled round and round
when she closed her eyes

She wondered if his heart, like hers
was bound to that moment in time
love in its prime
torn from two; much too soon
now only memories of what was

She sat by the window, staring down the lonely drive
grey hair shaped around her face
a soft light filled the place
she held out her hand for the man she mourned for
gently he took hold and wisped her through the door

She arrived at sixteen in this home of misplaced minds
no name of which she could recall
nor who she was at all
The car wreck she was pulled from 
left the driver dead
no more words were said
while she danced in the dark

Copyright © regina branham | Year Posted 2013

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Will You Come to Say Goodbye

when the last breath of life
is gone and my lips are as cold as the dog’s nose
when my friends gather 'round
for the farewell party
will you return with a smile to say 
goodbye

there will be flowers from those
who cry when I'm gone
and lots of tears from those I left in the world alone 
and I know some will have fun at the farewell party
but will you return with a smile to say 
goodbye

don't be mad at me for wanting your goodbye
and dying for the smile we shared 
this you need to know as true
when my life in this unfaithful world is through
I'll go away loving you still

Copyright © PADMORE AGBEMABIESE | Year Posted 2007