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Farewell Christian Poems | Christian Poems About Farewell

These Farewell Christian poems are examples of Christian poems about Farewell. These are the best examples of Farewell Christian poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Details | Rhyme |

The Wretched Prince

"The Wretched Prince"

You were my hope
And all my dreams,
But all of that has changed,
It seems

Because I treated 
You so bad,
Destroying everything
We had

And if I could
Just turn back time,
I'd claim you and,
I'd make you mine

I'd treat you
Like a Princess fair,
Hold you close,
And stroke your hair

A precious jewel
You would be,
Honored, Treasured,
Loved by me

I'd be your Prince,
Your Hero true,
And nothing
Would I keep from you

But this is not 
A Fairy Tale,
I missed the mark,
I lost the trail

Your "Prince" was just
A wretch, it seems,
Quite capable
Of killing dreams

A Hero?
No, I failed that too,
You got much less
Than you were due
I rack my brain,
I beat my breast,
Realizing that I failed the test

And I know this,
You played no part,
In the reckless murder
Of your heart

We had it all,
We were "that pair"
I ruined that,
It wasn't fair

I promised not 
To play that game,
But in the end,
I hold the blame

You were "the one"
I always said,
Then cruelly left
Our love for dead

Your faith in me
Was rare and just,
I finally ground 
It into dust

I crushed your faith,
And acted small,
And caused a bitter rain
To fall

I hurt you love,
And I regret,
The pain I caused,
You can't forget

And if I could 
Reset the clock,
Erase the pain,
The hurt, the shock



I'd do it now
I swear it's true,
Undo the harm
I did to you

But time moves forward
I am told,
It leaves me sad,
And feeling old

With words too little,
And too late,
I took your love,
And left you hate

These words I offer 
Unto you,
With hope you can 
Believe they're true

You were so strong,
Yet fragile too,
I tore a precious thing
From you

I pray that God
Will soon repair,
The heart
I was so quick to tear

I thank you for
The strength you shared,
The love you gave,
And how you cared

Your courage helped me
To go on,
When all of mine
Was dead and gone

All I left you
Was pain and strife,
And I'll regret that
All my life


Please know your tears
Don't fall alone,
I miss the place 
We once called home

This wretched "prince"
Will hobble on,
No longer part, 
Of your sweet song

A Princess,
I can never claim,
But I will not 
Forget your name,

My honor, blanketed by shame,
But I will not forget your name.


Details | Free verse |

Infinite Energy S

Get on your bike and get out of my face it smells of fish and oil on the beach this peachy day cape on my shoulders to fly away up with the seagulls I sh*t on your face Now that the body has been properly buried full of the scars from the wars do I carry I cannot believe you all find me scary I skip full of spirit for despite this I'm still merry For on this day God smiled on me gave me the sign to renew my belief and with his presence I shall achieve an eternal life filled by my infinite energy (S).


Details | Ode |

She Had Wings

A tribute to a wonderful friend who was taken from us by cancer.

She Had Wings
 11-24-07  
Dave Stinnett
                         
SHE HAD WINGS,  SHE COULD LIFT US UP 
WHEN OUR WORLD SEEMED TOO HEAVY
WINGS OF LOVE, ALWAYS OPEN WIDE 
TO SOOTHE A WOUNDED SOUL
          
THOUGH SORROW FILLS OUR HEARTS, REJOICE THAT          
GOD HAS FILLED HIS PROMISE        
AND ANGELS HAVE A ROOM NEXT TO HIS THRONE                  
YOU SEE, SHE WAS NEVER OURS TO CALL OUR OWN

SHE HAD WINGS, AND NOW SHE’S FLYING HOME


Details | Rhyme |

Tender of Roses

Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?

For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.

From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.

As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.


Details | Quatern |

The Brook of Memories

Today, a storm blew through		
And tears with rain drops fell.			
Out of nowhere, thoughts of you		
And a pain began to swell.			

Yet in my still reflection,			
In this somber introspection			
A little brook of bubbling joy			
Flowed in, as I remembered as a boy...					

When God knit a common tether		
Through our daily ways and means.			
He bound our lives together			
As we courted common dreams.		

While storms will always be,			
And times of loss will sadden.		
There is a Brook of Memories		
That will always serve to gladden.	

Above the loss of those departed,		
Is a solace never leaving.			
Held dear within the heart,			
A brook of joy is heaving.		

To sooth the pain of loss			
The God of comfort sent a stream			
To wash away our hurts beneath		
The Brook of Memories.


Details | Rhyme |

Dialogue of Souls


Best of friends, for countless years,
we had the best of times.
Now as my eyes are filled with tears,
your soul to Heaven climbs.
The path we take, not always clear,
I feel so lost without you here.
Your last words, prophetic now,
“I’ll be home soon”- you knew somehow.
You left me here, I’m so alone,
but I dreamed Heaven had a phone.
We talked all night, you fell asleep,
I held the line to hear you breathe…  

 

   Copyright © 2013


Details | Epic |

Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?


Details | Free verse |

Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.


Details | Rhyme |

Beyond the Frontier

Where am I? Why is it dark?
This isn’t what I had in mind when I left the park…
Why isn’t the wind whispering…the songbirds singing?
All I remember is a telephone ringing…
A scream and a crash and a pain in my side…
Is this what happens after one’s died?
I don’t feel like myself, I feel wild and free,
Yet I’m cold and alone, 'stead of filled with glee.

My whole life I’ve studied, and pondered, and prayed,
Trying to fathom what would happen this day
But now that it’s here, I’m beginning to fear
Maybe the afterlife’s not what it appears…
It’s certainly not what I’ve been told by my preacher
Or my parents or brother or best friend or teacher…
Is it a bad thing, or is it good?
Maybe it’s just not quite understood...

While I was on Earth, I just couldn’t wait
To meet good St. Peter at the heavenly gate
And ask him a question or query or two
“What was my purpose?” “What good did I do?”
“What’s it all for?” “How does it all flow?”
“Can I have one more body, one more try, one more go?”
But where is the angel? Where is the gate? And
If this is Hell, then where is Ol’ Satan?
Am I a lost soul? Am I forgotten?
Am I to be left here until I am rotten?

Lo and behold! what, now, can this be?
Is this a wonderful spiritual epiphany?
Is this the magical feeling all souls receive
When they leave Earth? Oh! was I that naïve?
How could I have not seen the realism?
Why was I consumed in man-made idealism?
This is more wondrous than all I was taught
Oh, all the times I argued and fought
With others, ‘bout how their views were asinine
Now I see, theirs were just as wrong as mine!
Little I thought was actually correct!
How, why, did I let others petty beliefs infect
My untouched, my pure, my virgin mind?
I regret all the hours I self-tortured to find
That compared to what I see now, I was empty and blind…

Wait - - What is this that I see?
What is this gateway that is revealed unto me?

Now a door is opened to my immortal soul
I am expected now to enter my life’s final goal…
I am scared, intimidated, but still I am glad…
For the truth I have just seen is anything but bad.
This is the end of my journey, I’ve nothing to fear,
For now I am going Beyond the Frontier.


Details | Sonnet |

To A Child Who Has A Disorder

Children with an illness,
Go through life,
They are looked down apon,
Because they are different,
When really they are not,
They are no different from  you and me,
They have the same blood,
Running through their bodies,
Just as their hearts as well,
So, don't just look apon,
Their outer appearance,
And judge them,
For who they really are,
For a lot of them,
Are smarter and brighter,
Than you and I,
Could possibly be,
On our brightest day,
For they have the gifts,
From God up above,
So, always take the time,
To get to know their inner beauty,
For who they really are,
Cause they too need love,
Just as everyone else does,
If not even more.


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