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Since Youve Been Gone- A 24 Year Old Poem

Since you’ve been gone….
	The flowers have lost their color
		The sun refuses to give its light
			The moon weeps in her sorrow
				And days have turned into night
					Since you’ve been gone

Since you’ve been gone…
	The birds sing a mournful requiem
		The wind moans at the windowsill
			The sea threatens and billows
				The starlight has grown suddenly dim
					Since you’ve been gone

Since you’ve been gone…
	My world has crumbled down
		The people laugh at my pain
			My strength has withered away
				My tears mix with the rain
					Since you’ve been gone

Since you’ve been gone
	I’m haunted by the beauty of your smile
		I count the endless seconds and days
			I moan your name to my bedroom walls
				I wander around in an endless maze
					Since you’ve been gone

Nothing, no nothing has been the same…
Since you’ve been gone

Eileen Manassian
Circa 1991- 1992

I know there are some changes that need to be made to this, but I wanted to share this with you as I wrote it when I was about...24ish. I wrote it for my then boyfriend who is now my husband. He is the only man who has ever made love to me. I've known him since we were 12....

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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Goodbye, Good Riddance! (Co-written with James Fraser)

With no toilet seats carelessly left propped up
Oh, now I can be such a comfortable pup
Please take your Playboys straight out that open door
Then shut it quickly; I can take no more!
 
    Be gone with you, take all your shoes
    Your hairspray, make-up and your girly blues
    Three weeks of the month you loved me fair
    For the other week, I lived in fear
 
MY shoes?  Why you foul beast!  Your odor eaters
Didn't work!  Your smelly boots rest in sewers
Where they belong with that greasy hair goo
That left ugly stains on pink pillows once new
 
    Your pants were too tight, I couldn't get them off
    I can now wear my own; no longer you'll scoff
    And as for your cooking my health has improved
    Your name on the rent book, phew! finally removed
 
The credit card tab from your pub is gone now, too
That hussy barmaid can deliver it to you
And your shavings that clogged up my bathroom sink
Will be mailed to your mistress fast as you can blink
    
    At least she knew how to look after a man
    In bed with you was like a flash in the pan
    At least barmaid Betty purred when this Highlander taunted
    She was sensuous, delectable and she knew what she wanted
 
I'll remember you most when viewing pond scum
You sure were a loathsome son of a gun
I'm leaving this pit, too, so what the heck?
I'll send a new address for the alimony check
 
     You'll get your money like you earned it before
     Dancing naked on the pole in the floor
     I took you in, clothed, cared and fed
     But it wasn't me that was in your bed

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2009

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Goodbye to a legend - Mohammed Ali tribute

The Oscar Wilde of the boxing ring, floated like a butterfly and stung like a bee. Ali bomaye; African children would sing, as the boxing ring became his poetry. Known as the sportsman of the century, defiant against the Vietnam war. They tried to send him to the penitentiary, but he showed them how a real lion should roar. Thriller in Manilla showed his true grit, barbaric 14 rounds in unbearable heat. Against medical advice, he refused to quit, but was never the same when he did compete. Each trial outboxed, overpowered and outdanced, a legend of integrity and sincerity. His reputation forever enhanced, Mohammed Ali was a unique rarity.
4 June 2016 Thriller in Manilla: Ali beats Frazier 1975 The third fight between Ali and Smokin' Joe was one of boxing's greatest spectacles with one of the sport's saddest footnotes. After Frazier beat Ali in 1971, Ali claimed a unanimous-decision victory over Frazier in January of 1974, setting up the mother of all deciders in the Philippines. Frazier seriously resented Ali and it only intensified after Ali labelled him an "ugly dumb gorilla" and "the white man's champion" ahead of their third bout. The fight was predictably brutal for all those reasons and so many more. Starting at almost 11:00am to accommodate US broadcast times and fought in an arena that was quickly turned into a sauna by Manila's humidity, the thousands of spectators and the television lights, both ageing pugilists were pushed to their physical limits. After 14 rounds of brutality lacking the skill and style of their famous fight four years earlier, both fighters were running on empty, but it was Frazier's trainer, Eddie Futch, who stopped the fight after seeing his man bruised and effectively blind. Futch stopped a protesting Frazier from coming out for the 15th round and the title remained in the hands of Ali, who collapsed with exhaustion straight after the win was made official. There were calls for Ali to retire after the bout. Instead, he battled on for 10 more fights over the next six years, but was never the same as a fighter or a man after the Thrilla in Manila.

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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Don't Look Back Track

You played your pipe for me to dance,
as puppet master, worked the strings,
but today my heart will pirouette;
I am giving back the gold nose ring.

Last night I saw just how it is
Between yourself and naive me;
you are the wolf, I am the lamb
always destroyed  in repartee.

You think I cannot live alone
without your condescending reign;
you won't hear Arrivederci play,
I won't come back to Rome again.

This love train has left the station;
It is speeding down "don't look back track."
Goodbye to disappointing love; 
I'm moving on to be exact.

September 6, 2014

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

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Breathe - Second Chance 2 Contest

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Just breathe...

Breathe...Gasping, into light you're thrown!
Like glass, your turning leaf is blown
clear of sweet slumber's song but there's
no need of hers - you'll sing your own.

You, newly born of mother's prayers,
will breathe your first of earthen airs
and thirsty, let your voice be heard
'til she's dispersed the drink she shares.

As leaves are, by the wind, bestirred,
with each new breath, you'll find you're spurred
on by survivals undertow,
as well as by debts love-incurred. 

Oh, precious child, I love you so!
What wonders of this world you'll know
but one day too, this life you'll leave...
Take one last breath and let it go.

Yes, breathe...

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Contest Judged 1/25/2016 

Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

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Say Hello To Saying Goodbye



                    "Say Hello To Saying Goodbye"


            It is said "Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow!"
            No truer words could have ever been spoken!
            When love ends and there's no tomorrow,
            what does one do with the heart that's been broken?

            The moments leading up to the end of love,
            understandably bring a tear to the eye!
            The one moment that I am writing of
            is the "Say Hello To Saying Goodbye!"

            There was a time when the love first bloomed
            that the joy could not be contained!
            Ecstatic passion then completely mushroomed
            with the hope that forever this would remain!

            What is it that happens to bring about change
            with no understanding of exactly why?
            Suddenly things start to seem real strange....
           "Say Hello To Saying Goodbye!"

            Does one let go?....Or does one hold on?
            What is a hurting heart to do???
            When the fiery passion is dead...and gone,
            and the mood is so sadly, sadly blue!

            The acceptance of a loveless reality,
            does so slowly start to amplify!
            There's agony with no more ecstacy
            when it's "Say Hello To Saying Goodbye!"



                      WTA-IV  3/17/2016

Copyright © Walter T. Ashe | Year Posted 2016

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Goodbye school days

A hot tear is burning my eye
For jolly school days start to fly
Leaving me lone in a dark way
And lovely friends will be away

My heart can never say goodbye
And let my soul about to die
Without you I will be as hay
And to fast days an easy prey 

I will miss you- the shining sky
With no help or even supply
But our school days will be my ray
That can guide me on a dark day

I will never lose you, my eye
Nor your shine can I ever deny 
Like boats we may sail away
But we will anchor in our home bay

Written by (Mr. Sherif) for Emirati School Students
With my best wishes  

Copyright © sherif goda | Year Posted 2015

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A farewell to high school

                          
What a sad moment to say goodbye?!
And spread our wings so as to fly
Leaving lovely school days away
And tracing our paths in the life way

I will miss you with smiling faces
who draw smiles in school places
I will miss you the shining sky
That with knowledge makes me high

True we may go in multi- ways
But all my life you will be my rays
Forever we'll be as one tie
Never your love in my heart shall die

We may be like fallen leaves
But our stem firm and never cleaves
We will collect drops of morning dew
And warm our minds with learning too

We will join high education 
Then we can develop our nation
We will raise it in the world high
And its progress no one can deny

Copyright © sherif goda | Year Posted 2016

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Goodbye


Our time together over now
We could not grow in shade
Pale and fragile we emerged
Trying the commitment made

So our paths go different ways
But I leave you a kiss or two
Blown on the breezes of regret
I bid you dear a fond adieu 

 
Barbara Gorelick 
Poet II contest
9/5/14  " Leave You A Kiss"

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014

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END OF TIME


Blood-eyes shutting bluntly Slicing twilight of May, Fingers numb quietly To search what's far away. Blue moments shrink on hours Within cold edge of time, This love rakes choked flowers Without need to align. The piercing of thorns does sting Where stars can never go, Questions void of meaning What moon will never know. I adored all your ages Trying to hide the shade, So that sweet exchanges Will never ever fade. But what is forever Without the vow of grace? My lips bleed and quiver Upon farewell's embrace. Rhyme Battle , Juli- Michelle 10/3/13

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2013

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Freed

Through my eyes, he sees his true self
and is disgusted by what he sees
Citing vulgar obscenities one moment 
and then the next desperate pleas

He knows he is morally wrong
and that I could never forgive
He compromised my health!
Now with himself he has to live

Integrity he has not a ounce
Compulsive liar, I found out!
Was he born without a conscience?
To intentionally hurt, a heart he is without!

I'm glad that I found out what he's about
He would have sent me to an early grave
I know karma will one day find him
and he will get back all that he gave

My guardian angel guided me
Showed me what I failed to see
All my nagging doubts have been answered
I finally found the truth to set me free.

Sponsor 	Kim Morrison
Contest Name	Tell Me A True Story

Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2013

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Saying Goodbye Was Hard



I dearly miss my friends at The Glen Where we spent eight very happy years Never realized how happy they were Each day was filled with good cheer Friends galore, lots of things to do It was our choice to join in or not Help was there, if we ever needed it The friendships were over the top The choice to sell up and move away Was certainly a difficult decision Financially things got overwhelming So the logical choice was written Truly wish we could have stayed forever But sadly it just wasn't in the cards I'll always remember all the good times Saying goodbye was oh so hard! <3 <3 <3 © Jack Ellison 2013

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013

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Never Compromising

Never Compromising


My heart has moved on and tears have been shed.
Patience spread thin, relationship is dead.
When I talk you don't respond, withdrawn!
Tears have been shed and my heart has moved on.

Love was not enough, so much for destiny!
Tough, walking on eggshells is misery!
This life together has gotten rough
So much for destiny, love was not enough!

Never compromising, always a fight
the times I get the urge to write!
Constantly struck over-analyzing!
Always a fight, never compromising

Mind is wandering, strangers to conquer,
to much time has already been squandered!
Suffering has passed, now prospering!
Strangers to conquer, mind is wandering!!





For Andrea Deitrich's "Swap Quatrain" contest!
Name withheld until contest is over!

Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2014

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Goodbye Heartache

What have I done? 
Have I thrown it all away? 
Can I ever get it back? 
Has my life gone astray?

Questions with no answers
Confusion my only friend
I keep hoping to find me
It’s like spitting in the wind

I look all around me 
I see you standing there
But nothing that you do
Shows me that you care

One minute I think I see it
A love so pure and true
Then as I blink I realize
There’s nothing here but YOU

You want me for what I give 
And use me for all I do 
Nothing I’ve ever wanted
Seems to be important to you

It was a simple promise
A vow from within my soul
Now I’m trying to find myself
But feeling very alone

As you sleep I hear the sighs
Born within the man I know
Wanting me to be different
Accepting me; OH NO

I have given everything 
To make this marriage work
But now I feel I must move on
No matter how it hurts

Goodbye to the heartache
So long to the pain
It’s time to find the little
Of my heart that still remains.

Copyright © Lena Townsend | Year Posted 2009

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An Endless Encounter

Seated in a corner to my left Were travellers who appeared to be deaf I knew not who these men were And their purpose I have no true care Slung over his shoulder, one rose to aim At the conductor amassing her claim Tut-tut! Bullets marched, making peace with her neck In desperate haste, Les masses went berserk! With my mind acquiese and body nervy The prospects ahead were quite scary Two more to the roof...tout l'argenterie clattered An untimely error by my fidgety created In the quiet of my carrel, three breaths from sight A sheer bystander in another man's malice Scribbling my death song away from the fright To recount, mon amour why we will never have Paris But before the end of this lengthily horror and me In merest simplicity and pitiful hope My dearest Naina, should this get to thee I pray the heavenlies will make us a new home
--------------------------- Inspiration: French train shooting of August 2015 & The spur of Naina's dare ??

Copyright © Wilfred Aniagyei | Year Posted 2016

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A Personal Loss

Today I feel a personal loss,
as though I am losing an old friend.
For this site was a gathering place,
where words supplied comfort without end.

So many sad thoughts to contend with,
here I found encouragement to write.
And it’s with a very heavy heart,
that I must say farewell to this site.

I will miss the open comradery,
that allowed my muse free range to roam.
And the secret smiles that crossed my lips,
knowing my poems had found a home.

I've been preoccupied with poor health,
leaving little time to read or write.
And can't give you the time you deserve,
so my leaving now seems only right.	

I'll try to write a poem or two
because I love doing it so much.
But I must beg for your forgiveness,
if I fail to do reviews and such.

The time has come to say my goodbys,
to all my friends and true believers.		
And bid this amazing site adieu,
like other past poets and word weavers.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016

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October Fire

Dancing smoke
black as night
floats above flames
burning bright
twisting wind
spreads the fire
fueling life
to dark desire
the nights are dark
with moonless skies
shadows see all
with empty eyes
fallen leaves 
make trees bare
the flame still burns
but the heats not there
blazing touch
meets hearts of frost
the burn feels sweet 
but then it's lost
now hands of ash 
reach out once more 
for October Fire
as they did before

By Morgan Mise
Written April 25, 2012

Copyright © Morgan Mise | Year Posted 2013

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Hung

Our hearts can't touch, our minds deflect
Absurd conclusions, I'll regret
Breaking up so many times
Your reasons do not rhyme

I think I better off this way
I love you, that's what i will lay
Rupturing my soul, hope that I can
Last breath. . Goodbye. . 'til we meet again



061314 (13:50)


An entry to "Breaking Up With You" contest
Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer
6th Place

Copyright © Jeriel del Rosario | Year Posted 2014

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Goodbye, 2015

                        Another year was drawing to a close.
			I sat alone reflecting on the life
			I'd loved and cherished for those many days
			recalling  every cause of joy and strife.

			I thought of all  those walks I took near home
			and thanked God for the strength to walk each mile.
			I praised Him for the town in which I live,
			where I feel safe and neighbors wave and smile.

			Then friends and loved ones occupied my mind.
			How little time I'd spend with them! I vow
			in two thousand sixteen I'll see them more.
			If I rely on Him, He'll show me how.

			When conflicts of the year confronted me,
			reminding me of times I'd played a part
			in making matters worse, I tried to push
			aside those thoughts that plagued my troubled heart.

			I had to ask forgiveness, for I know
			it's my responsibility to be
			promoter of good will with everyone.
			Thank God for this new chance at harmony.

			My reminiscing would  be incomplete
			if I gave my church family no praise.		
			We worship God, who saved our souls, each week.
			They are a blessing in so many ways.

			To name each blessing of the year, I'd need
			a ream of paper and a quart of ink.
			I'd need to talk for days on end, but God
			knows how I feel and everything I think.

			The year two thousand fifteen breathed its last
			as I was thanking God for food and health,
			for all the seasons, and for giving me 
			more than I need--in my opinion, wealth.

written 1-8-15 for contest Giving Thanks for 2015

			
			

Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016

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My Parting Gifts


My Parting Gifts

Dear husband, kiss me lovingly...
   this is my last farewell to you.
      Hold close those photos...you and me...
         to reminisce the love we knew.

My children, dear, farewell I say...
   within my heart, you'll always be.
      Safeguard my paintings as a way
         to keep the heart and soul of me.

Grandchildren, dear, goodbye, you five...
   for this deep hurt, there is no balm.
      My poetry please keep alive,
         so babes of yours know great-grand mom.


February 10, 2016

Contest: My Parting Gifts
Sponsor: Viv Wigley

Theme: "Imagine that a bus has pulled up outside your house, men in suits knock on your door, and after a brief conversation, you have to leave. Now. No packing your bags, there isn't time. All you have time for is to leave three pieces of advice to the loved ones you're leaving behind since you're never coming back."

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

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Goodbye, Hello

Five years come and gone without your heart on the line.
 Your voice has almost chased away all the sanity left in my brain.
Somehow you take up residence where there is a "no vacancy" sign.
 It still fathoms me at how easy this all was for you to feign.

I am so tired of trying to understand all these childish notions.
 True love is and always will be nothing more than a fairy tale.
I may have had better luck had I used Tarot cards and potions.
 To grieve for our horrible marriage I shall wear the blackest veil.

It seems as if I was a wife, but you were never ready to do your part.
 You can't have it both ways, either choose the wrong way or the right.
Why doesn't it feel wrong to you to toy with another person's heart?
 A marriage takes work from each partner and I no longer wish to fight.

I thought this was forever and I loved you more than you'll ever know.
 You turned the once warm feelings I had for you to hard stone.
I am no longer in love with you and I'm sorry I now have to let you go.
 Sadly, as I always suspected I was in this marriage all alone.

Copyright © Aleera Canino | Year Posted 2009

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To The Past Poets

Often when I sit to write
My mind will wander off
And I think of all the poets
The Soup has gain, then lost

I hope for health and happiness 
For each and everyone
And that they keep on writing 
For profit or for fun

I know life keeps one busy
With it's twisting and it's turnings
But I would like for them to know
We'll keep a candle burning

Although I did't know them well
Their poems spoke to me
And touched a spot within my heart
In camaraderie  

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2016

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Orange Busses

Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada


I remember orange busses
if I'm showing my age.
When Sudbury's fleet
was the best and the rage.

I remember them coming
while I stood at the stop.
They were bright, they were bold
and the colour went pop.

I remember them ending
when the day finally came,
when it seemed one was left
by the highway in fame.

Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2014

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Fallowed Heart

If truly One heart we share
Upon this curse, we'd never stare
From songs of Love, I've long shied
Now wick stings the wax, we hold dear

If truly One heart we share
Why does your pulse beats, when mine pause ?
Colds of the north pulls me with force
Yet gravity bullies this cause

If truly One heart we share
These doubts should never have lived
Your tender smile, my heart long grieved
Cloaked lies were the truth we believed

If truly One heart we share
Why does  'western Sun' fuel this fear
When roses grows on forlorn graves
Lillies defied strained thoroughfare

If truly One heart we share
kindling kiss, miles shouldn't deny
To this poem, flaming Ink feigns dry
Yet shallow end seems so near

If truly One heart we share
Fallowed acres shall thrive someday
In destined paths, and arms that care
'ever I've wished I belong here

 

Copyright © Ajani Ibrahim | Year Posted 2013

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My Worst Goodbye

We watched the sunset one day
On the porch, filled with bliss.
Driven by love, I leaned in,
And we shared a kiss.

I looked and stared
Into her deep brown eyes,
And we promised not to tell
Each other any lies.

She started to cry and asked
How long I will love her.
I said I always have,
And that I would love her forever.

Her tears continued falling
No matter what I did try.
She looked into my eyes
And told me goodbye.

I asked her what she meant.
She replied she had to move;
She said she would love me forever
As long as I'm here to love.

We spent our last night
In each other's arms
On a hilltop under the stars
Until the roosters raised their alarms.

She pulled me close,
And I held her tight.
Our last walk home was hard,
Because Despair's full strength we had to fight.

When we arrived
At our parting place,
I took her hand in mine, and wiped
The fresh tears from her face.

She said she love me,
And, without a hint of bliss,
I said I loved her too,
And we shared our final kiss.

Copyright © Caden Jones | Year Posted 2011

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In Vain

Wasn't I crazy,
Or was I mad,
To yearn for love,
That could be had.

Wasn't I reckless,
To believe that skies,
Would clear once more,
For my weeping eyes.

Isn't it ironic,
That life should remain,
After all that's treasured,
Has ceased in vain.

A melancholy storm,
Constricting love with its noose,
Has left me alone,
In a life so obtuse.

Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2015

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Goodbye For A Season

Goodbye to my bestie,
My lover, Husband,
To someone I never wanted,
But without, I can't stand.

Farewell to my happy,
The kind without reason,
To my truly better half.
Hello to lonely season.

I wish it not to last long,
But the blink of an eye,
Before we say hello again,
And give us one last try.

Copyright © Stephanie Whitley | Year Posted 2010

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I Just Don't Know How to Say Goodbye

I never had problems talking to you before.
I never was unable to look you in the eye.
But the thing I'm saying now, I never said before--
I just don't know how to say goodbye.

I just don't know how to say goodbye,
For every time I try to say it, I just wanna cry.
Every time I hurt you more, a little of me dies,
Now I just don't know how to say goodbye.

The howling winds of destiny have blown our love away,
And we can't get it back, no matter how we try.
You can't give me a reason to make me want to stay,
But I just don't know how to say goodbye.

Copyright © Barbara Selby | Year Posted 2014

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FREE CEE it is time to say good cry

sometimes it's easy not to cry when you say goodbye because you've taken enought
times when times and time spent together gets too rough 
days that pass by after nights of frustration and wide eyes
sometimes it's easy to smile after a litany of goodbyes

sometimes it's time to say that the time for good times are over
and there are just too many mountains which lead to dried up clover
just close the door to a bore and move on to the next conquest 
because sometimes saying goodbye is undoubtedly what's best

sometimes times mean too much work to stay where you are
so you move on to the next sparkling star
until that star grows dull and falls from the sky
and again it the time to say an easy goodbye

sometimes annoyance is an avoidance one must deal with in the end
and two make too many mistakes for either one to defend
so you stand up with a strengthened spine and get on with what comes next
because i can preach on how to say goodbye easily by chapter and text

so long honey, i wish i could say it's been a gas
but darling sometimes love becomes a test you can't pass
so you look over all the wasted time and years
and say goodbye without shedding any tepid tears
      (c) 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2012

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Only Thirteen

The day it starts, leaving at 6 am
Walking to my car, everyday it begins
This windy morning, the rustling sound
I look and see a flyer appear on the ground

She was only thirteen,
Been missing a week
Brown hair and blue eyes
And freckled cheeks
Last seen on a night
When she went to the store
Last word was goodbye 
As she walked through the door

My heart in my mouth
She’s my daughter’s age
Gave feelings of sadness
A sense of rage
The thought of a baby
A lamb with the wolves
Sent shivers of fear,
Thoughts knowing, no good

She was only thirteen,
Been missing a week
Brown hair and blue eyes
And freckled cheeks
Last seen on a night
When she went to the store
Last word was goodbye 
As she walked through the door

My prayers for her family
And all of her friends
Good thoughts and kind wishes
Are all I can send
I’ll spend my day hoping
While doing daily tasks
That she will return safely
That is all that I ask

If there’s a Lord up in heaven
I believe, yes, there is
Then help this poor family
And grant me my wish
I pray that she’s fine now
Maybe just lost on the way
And hope she’s not taken
In a mere awful way

She was only thirteen,
Been missing a week
Brown hair and blue eyes
And freckled cheeks
Last seen on a night
When she went to the store
Last word was goodbye 
As she walked through the door

It’s been three whole months now
No sign of this girl
The parents’ only child
They lost their whole world
That poor missing girl
On the flyer on the ground
Just where did you go?
Why can’t you be found?

Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008