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Silent Page

Silent Heart

Sad, as it maybe, I had to break my OWN heart, 
Too many nights, I sat there all torn apart
A dream girl, 
Sitting under its own corrupted auspices sky 
You the poet, in disguise
Telling white lies about, your love for me
Saying I'm a born from the sky....
A match, a queen, your muse, your everything
I'm no good, I admit this once more, 
Your advice, I forever adorn 

It's time to follow the crying crows and praise what is left
Afraid to listen my rhymes weren't cutting it, 
I release it all!
Your smiles, words, and worn out shoulders
I walked away
I acted on
Without a word, in a fetal stage I awake
Tonight you carry a tune for others
A story of a man who stole my soul of sins
A poet, I long forevermore
Always, you will own the only sound that still beats inside
To live alone, in silence, asleep in my own world
I had to let go, 
-Of him, whose name I whisper in darkness
The only thing that remains is the echoes of pouring rain

Too many reasons, writer's block, took full moon
You are a poet, from another lifetime, 
Down in Mandalay, I can no longer ask you to stay
Reading everything about my life, silent and old
Alliterating poems, greeting every dark shadow, normally yours
Many nights I waited, long for the moment of my OWN return
Instead, I found myself alone
Trying to dust off yesterday's verse, yesterday's dirt
Cobweb remains on my page
My pen now sits like a twig
No motion, since the day I decided I am not worthy of the wait
You the poet, who walks my way
I pressured less of me every day
Like Aspen, a forever winter cold! 
Isolated to the world
In your eyes, you wonder why, 
I trace the white smoke standing in your place?

To savor your words, once more 
It's too soon to breathe again. 

I hope you understand, 
How can I continue to love when I don't even love myself?


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

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Wind whistling through the weeping willow tree Its teary leaves drip silently into the fast flowing river They float freely dancing in the dappled daylight Caught in the rustic reeds they plan their escape 10th December 2014

Copyright © JAN ALLISON

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Dying Love

Those deep caramelized eyes hidden behind continuous cries Days, weeks, months sitting at his side holding his hand the one who held your heart the one who made you his bride Lost, deeply entranced in memories Nights laying by the fire Captivated by desire Those walks barefoot in the sand Oh those days were grand The soft slow kisses The day you became his Mrs. Making dreams come true All the I love you's I remember Forty years ago when we met sharing an umbrella so I wouldn't get wet You made me laugh and giggle .... at your jokes I brushed your hand and hair with little strokes remember When we got to my flat didn't want to go in You grabbed my hand and pulled me in That kiss was so sweet One we would forever repeat Where has the time gone It seems like only yesterday when we had our first date You were not like anyone I had ever met Such a gentleman, you were great All those late night talks cuddled on the couch That little twinkle in your eye You'll always be my guy I miss those times We'd sit on the porch drinking our tea I'd look at you you'd look at me We'd stare up at the night sky Wishing upon falling stars Picking one out making it ours I still hear our song I still wear your favorite scent I still long for your touch where has all the time went I know our time won't be long I must remain strong those tired baby blues wearily open gently squeezing my hand tears roll down you gaze lovingly at me Another place, another time again it will be we .................. fade to black

Copyright © Tim Smith

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A Friendly Goodbye

Poem 1: A Boy And His Painted Piano

he used lively greens
tender blues,
touches of plain mauve 
and rainbow trout splatters
to paint music
on the gas fumes 
that inhabited the clean air
that once use to live there.

he made the ugly decaying
neighborhood i lived in
bearable on even the worse of days.

he was the soft harmless rays of a comforting sun
and responsible for the smiles that broke through
the usual dismay on the faces of seven to ten year olds
already sold on the idea their life expectancies  were
somewhere in the low twenties.

life isn't always about the new iPhone being released
he represented hope.
hope that someone could make it out of the sewers and return
to free the whole chain gang presently locked firmly to a large solid steel post.

even in the dingiest basements of the worst streets
somehow, a whiff of hope threads through the tar laden atmosphere 
and children rise above the manhole covers
that would otherwise maim their existence and keep them
buried below the impossible dream. 

luckily there is always a don quixote who sees beyond
the all too real windmill set to blow others away?

Poem 2: A Street Puddle

what story hides
in this street puddle
what do the reflections want to recite.

one broken flower lies on the wet tar.

the wall cracks from the very bottom to the top
sitting there are black boots quivering 
stalked by white boots with their bully badges yelling "comply"
blind to the co-operation to their commands. deaf to pleas of mercy
as black rubbers fall 
as the wall echoes their cries
three boots stand and you wonder where lies that fourth boot.

do the mass boots of all kind even care
black feet walk as their words float
to fill the air drawing on the sky "no justice no peace"!
time passes, deceptive winds clear the atmosphere and...
weeds grow through the concrete to climb the walls
you can see the shadows large against this impromptu screen
and nothing changes. white boots rule.

Poem 3: In The Beginning 

I have always been here.
I was here when you turned the Earth's Stomach.
When it regurgitated your acid tongue
              stripped the land of its roots and nothing grew.

When you thought you could just skate through 
but instead fell through the lake and froze the Planet
from one pole to the next.

When you cheated the Sun of its permanent spot.
Had it not been for romance who placed 
an infinite sparkler in the night sky
who orbited earth barely clad in her white night silk dress
you might of owned time.

I was here
when you flooded the land
but you hadn't counted on 
the amoeba
everything changed and you retreated 
to your original pit of fire.

maybe you could deal in souls
you knew what was coming
when the heavens opened
and released the winged guardians

so here we sit
the best i can hope for is
good and evil
I'll take my chances with those odds.

Poem 4: A Boy And His Wooden Dragon

a detailed wood carving of a dragons bust leads an ancient 
                                                     ship through an unforgiving storm.

if this replica could only breathe fire like the ones in children's tales

         his face is lifelike, ferocious!

one could swear trails of smoke escape from his nostrils,
  i am convinced his eyes are real emeralds.
                          the waves against the metal ship, 
                              the salt that dissolves the rust, 
                                 flows over the dragons neck,
giving one the impression the creature is bleeding.

old wood has no life flow...
                            ...does it?
    no pump to circulate sap
...i'm convinced this inanimate portrayal is leaking vital fluid.

the craftsman's hand has...,
a long shot to say the least...,
given his formation...

can the craftsman's artistic soul be so intense as to breathe 
a half life into his meticulously chiseled creation?
how much power does the real artist?...

on a more practical line of thought,
                                                         will we survive?

"who cares" i think "that decision rests not in my hands."
half cocked 
i foolishly climb the dragons neck.
i remove my shirt to use as a tourniquet.
i apply it to his gushing neck in an attempt to heal him.
the whole time stroking him in a calming manner 

suddenly he releases a breath 
he opens his jaw wide
and exhales fire equal to that of a volcanic eruption.

and just like that 
the storm stops.
the sky flashes his baby blues.

would we make it back to land?
is this just an ironic pause in the inevitable egregious battle yet to come?

time would tell. 
time always tells. 
never trust time with a secret.

                          time would tell
                                      after all
                      that is all we have 
                                  us humans 
                                               and then..

June 2015

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne

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Ghost knight, playing Tolkienesque chords
over common, white noise,

I still hear you, cosmic brother,
strumming the songs of pentagrams 
           from your optical guitar, 

like that scene out of Star Wars,
all were always welcome at your wild bar –
interplanetary troubadours, euphoric warriors
or a ninja geek incognito, a wistful rhymer
         who knew truth seldom whispers,
love is the only real free-artistry,
requiring no discipline, no perimeters,
no limits and no definitions

I still hear you, cosmic brother, 
so alive, streaming a high volume 
of colours, blue still holds a torch for you, 
loud and proud,red engulfs night 
without one regret,

but its your delicate gold, my friend, 
         I can never forget

Copyright © Cyndi MacMillan

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If We Ever Were Friends

Nauseated thoughts about colourless, odourless, demeaning and hurtful words 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 in my blood -stream. But I know , that after I'll regurgitate this heartache you've caused, I will be relieved. I will celebrate the accomplishment of living without thinking of your existence. 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'll take no wrong decisions No, I will not be coming back to you , to your illusional lies'parasites. No, I will not clinch to memories of better times and inseperable moments Of sugar- coat sweetness and diabetic aftermath . My subconscious will memorize , 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 'll embrace new rose-gardens without feeling bruised , without feeling used, after all has been done and said.
Fiction poem - just in case : ) ! Though in reality not all friends we so call friends are true.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop

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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

The Poet Destroyer

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

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Time to say goodbye

Society has shunned me and I feel neglected,
I am like a foreigner, so it is time to say goodbye.
There is nobody here of mine, so I will be leaving,
colourful memories have faded away, all I see is gloom.

All those I loved have been stolen from me,
taken away by the evil brutality of man.
Their voices still echo around me,
their screams continue to traumatise me.

Derelict streets and buildings are all around me,
with haunting sounds of happiness and laughter.
All around me is pain and cries of injustice,
atrocities that the world turned a blind eye to.

All has been lost, so I guess I will be leaving,
disappearing behind a trail of sadness and sorrow.
I will soon be forgotten as will my childhood memories,
forced into an unknown fate as I become part of the diaspora.

Silent One. 7 August 2015

Copyright © Silent One

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Write you OUT

I think it’s time I write
Write you OUT
Of the coming pages of my life
Oh…you linger
On every page
that's ever been
Keeping the plot a disguise
Unexpected events
My heart's demise
Slowly but surely
being written
By your unseen hand
I reread chapters
You were in my yesterday
You haunt my today
I don’t want you in my tomorrow
Not when you only bring me pain

I’m going to write you out
Cause I couldn’t write off
The debt of pain
To your oh so exacting heart...
I can't write it off
and so...
I’ll do the next best thing
I'll write you OUT

Out of the next scintillating sizzling sexy sentence
Out of the next dreamy dreamscape
Out of the next contentment compartment
Out of the next feminine fruition fantasy
For you've written only fragments
Sentence fragments of the greater picture me
Oh my!
Oh me!
I’m going to write you OUT
Of MY book 
Of rememberance
The book of ME
Oh, it could have been
The best seller of your LIFE
But now you'll never know
Cause the coming pages are clean
for some beautiful soul
Some expert author
With the plot of pleasure 
Bursting from his heart 
Onto me
Scribble his lines
Those glorious curves and dots
all over my body and mind
all over me...
Yes....spill his passion inked words
And him..
I'm going to write IN deep and gloriously...IN
The book of ME

Eileen Manassian

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

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Darkness Of Night

Darkness of night,
introduce me to what lurks
underneath your enchanting moonbeams.
I know that I should stay away,
yet, I am drawn to these silent things
that could easily end me.
I am not afraid of the supernatural.
I am spellbound, enraptured, mystified
by these psychotic creature's requiem dance,
that captures my soul
as it's own possession.

Darkness of night,
take me into your underworld,
where the arms of roaming specters
can totally envelope me,
like a densely tangled spider-web,
with no intention to ever let go.
Allow them to take me away,
to a deep place where, peacefully,
my dying soul can finally rest.

Darkness of night,
tell the devil only this....
he can have all of me,
to punish in any befitting manner.
I have already been through torture,
known pain, lived with loneliness,
and seen hell on earth.
The devil may care to try,
but he cannot hurt me any more.

Darkness of night,
say goodbye for me.
Shout high up to the heavens
and tell the sun it needs to shine
no longer on me.

Dark Poetry Contest

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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It Seems To Me But Yesterday

On the edge of the sand I sit alone 'n perpetual solitude where I am least without you Embracing a worn out sweater I recall your name written in the stars I recall your life carved upon my heart This heart which never lived to know love's depth Smudged lashes flutter as fallen dewdrops trickle across the pale glow of my cheek I gasp for air ,still holding to a dream which dies ever so slow before it is ever born. With heavy eye-lids I gaze into a starry sky awaiting the moon to move on Cuz I know,You know The moon always moves on But tonight,tonight is the longest of dark nights Tonight every spirit is silent and everything is still It seems to me but yesterday You were here by my side I believed We'd come to be yet We never will Maybe in a tomorrow a fragrant wind would breathe its zephyr breeze upon the scarlet of my lips But I know,It would not be your kiss Or maybe I would hear a hush-hushed whisper 'neath the tender of my ear But I know,It would not be your song which sprinkles everlasting bliss It seems to me but yesterday You were here by my side I believed We'd come to be yet We never will Maybe in a day after,or ever after the small red lighthouse brings back your sails to my land and our footprints lead the path to where last peach trees stand But till then,empty is the womb which births your touch from wafts of waves Sterile is the sea which calls your name Till then, Aborted is each thought which owns this soul Till then I would not be here Our world would be forsaken Till then, every remembrance of who We are would all be gone.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop

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Echoes of Good-Bye

My life began with you and me Two hearts, two minds, two pieces of a dream Two individuals who loved without conditions Two people who felt feelings beyond recognition Two who became one like God planned long ago My life began with sunshine streaming through the trees Lighting up the world with misty sunbeam reflections Of all that has been or ever will be mirrored in the brightness Sparkling with effervescent fantasy and heartbeats Beating out a rhythm of pulsating aspirations My life began with sensations of colorful flames Flickering with hypnotizing hues of blushing songs Captivating my heart with mystery and wonderful thoughts Reaching into my senses and pulling out a gentle touch Carefully caressing each whisper of imagination My life began with intense feelings exploding within Capturing my muse, my inspiration, my idea of what should be A new moment, a new thought, a new promise All emotions piercing the inky ocean of feeling Until a single tear splashes against my cheek My life began with the thrill of renewed hope A moment impassioned with ambition’s desire Assurances of talent’s perceptions being cleared Anticipation sweetly breathing out a tender concept Reminding me that there are always new days to begin again My life began with a single tearstained thought Breathing reminders of precious moments spent with you All sparkling with promises for a lifetime of love and passion Carefully folded into threads of sincerity and serenity Echoing a soft farewell that continues to resonate through me
©2014 by Regina Riddle

Copyright © Regina Riddle

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The congregation
mingled within the silent
stone slabs of their
ancestors, a final goodbye
to yet another
destined to leave this place.
Yet to one, in this his
profound sorrow an
enchanting moment.
He craved!  With a soul
sensitive and true to
touch a living memory,
his lips again to caress
her symbolic smile.
His need to glance upon
her northern eyes of blue,
stroke her flowing
“Celtic Flame”
That, while strolling in lanes
of love rebelled against
the moorland breeze.
He desired to paint this
memory of that moment
the very first day they met,
bestow in this a silent tribute
to the emotions within
their secrets, those, no one
else could ever share!

copyright 2007
Harry J Horsman 2007
First poem posted on soup, put it on 3 times and deleted twice
so scared was i of making a fool of myself...

Copyright © harry horsman

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When I Leave this World

When I leave this world
It won’t be silently
NO, I will leave behind a note
A note of reproach
For the sin of humanity
In the inability to feel with…to feel for
To truly love
Another human being
Who has the curse of being….

When I leave this world
My words I’ll behind
To a world that was unkind
To a world that only loved
Cookie cutter shapes and sizes
A world with a status quo
That couldn’t be tampered with
A world that embraced
The lovely
The beautiful
The happy….oh the happy
Those with perpetual smiles
With lilting voices of angels
And with beauty of the ages
Those worthy of love
Serene angelic doves
Who never felt despair
But were always bright and fair

When I leave this world
I will leave behind
A legacy for those
Who were unloved
Who didn’t have sound minds
Who struggled along the way
Who tried to be beautiful
Who tried to smile
Through ripped and aching hearts
Who tried to stay afloat
When others would just gloat
Those who tried to be brave
But longed for the grave
To those I will say
“You are beautiful 
You are worthy
You are precious
You are priceless
Your mind though tormented
Is full of beautiful treasure
Don’t blame yourself
For not being able to fit
In this selfish and crazy world
You are not a misfit
The world is unable
To make itself fit
To the dazzling beauty of you
So, just do what it takes
Just do what it takes
To get through the pain
To get to tomorrow
Maybe, maybe
You’ll hear my voice
Whisper to you in the breeze
Telling you to make the world
A better place
A more caring place
Because of YOU!"

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

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Romance was not our Muse

Romance was not our muse, he types
Not writes his farewells before each morning -
A simple 'Till tomorrow' left by cooling sheets.

We started as lovers, before we were friends
Speaking in touches instead of thoughts
Every night he clouded our secrecy
With cigarette smoke, an ashtray beneath my bed, 
A counter of the days we were spent.

But a playful joke turned bittersweet, I slipped
My favourite glinting stud, a gift
In his pocket lining, finding instead a reminder
Of sin and silent lives, a ticket 
To home and back to reality.

In dawn’s light and an empty bed, I wrapped 
Bruised red lips around his fading cig, enjoying
The lingering taste of him and his ashy breath.

Romance was not our muse, I type
Not write my farewells before the morning -
A simple 'Good-bye' left by cooling sheets.

Copyright © Ashley W.

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He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
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.
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.
All results of

Copyright © Laura Hamilton

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Dedicated to the one I didn't write this for

And I love you
Like a dog’s first date
With a fire hydrant

No, that’s not right.

I worship you
As if you were a wine collection owned by Jesus
Minus the prerequisites


Wait, it’s you again, my yesterday.
Why are your eyes seducing my stanzas?

You linger in my mist
Equivalent to a bipolar lighthouse

Blinking rapidly for hope to notice your sadness
While your light bulb remains cracked

Go away!

Ok, back to it.

No longer do I need careless whispers.

I just want to hold your hand
Swinging life away from skeletons’ demeanor

Be my sun, as I rise
I’ll be your sun, as we set

Damn it, I smell your unwashed lyric again!

Why do your illiterate, colored eyes remain atop my mountain?!

I tossed your heart off my peak
That humidified night in June
When God’s tornado told me to stay away from your fallacy!

You’ve become a rejected stranger, stranger.

Sigh, ok, one last try.

You want me to be your diamond
On platinum band

But, I just want to be an “I miss you”, tomorrow.
I can ask no more than this. 

To be a chorus in your daily songs,
I request


You continue glazing my thoughts
Hang gliding your way through my handsome vernacular

You were an exclamation point
Turned into closure’s period

Now, my fortitude shall delete your dialect
With whimsical laughter compiled
From shattered dreams of old


An illuminated solstice
Waving goodbye 
To onyx, cotton puffs in my Ionosphere


My Angel, I’m sorry I drifted against my sea of distant memories.

Love does not frighten me.
But, it tries.

I can only be certain of today.

I will sacrifice my pride
To become a pauper in your royal presence
If it means our eyes can become a correlated breath

I implore,
Be my tomorrow
These stanzas were only ever gifted for you

Be my tomorrow
For I’ve dishonorably discharged my yesterdays

©Drake J. Eszes

Copyright © Drake Eszes

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Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 

Copyright © John Paluszek

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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

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Without You

Another emerald leaf

Her desolation
Eve of sinful revelation

Whisper’s entrails
Swaying flat on asphalt conundrums

Her dismissive solidarity
Holding of hands
Eyes, opposite

Like desert nights under hollow rain

Drizzled animosity,
Tomorrow she’ll tell me she loves me
Without calling me, “baby”

Lover’s pacifier, unwashed

Winds of remembrance
Shut away in Pandora’s tossed box

For I, kneel
Towards angelic genesis
With diamond clarity

Embrace of cupid’s incipience

R    e      m       o       v           e

My voice ascends
Into constellation octaves


©Drake J. Eszes

Copyright © Drake Eszes

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I have a goodbye in my pocket
spelled out on plain blue paper

The blue of the tiny flowers
in my grandmother’s everyday dishes
I had to tell her goodbye
though woefully unprepared
The word would not pass my frozen lips     
so I settled for blowing to her a soft feathery kiss

The blue of my first love’s eyes
on a stormy day at sea
The rain mingled with my tears when we realized 
some things aren’t meant to survive passing of years
I stumbled over the word I needed to say     
and I lied     This is an intermission    only a trial     
We will reunite

Melancholy blue
Goodbyes seem to be spoken in the dark
The end of hello     The end of the light
See you soon     on a sunny afternoon
So long     is merely a mellow dusk
Soft words     so easy and flowing
But we always struggle with goodbye

I don’t want to be left standing awkwardly
with a sad smile pasted on my frozen lips
and lingering much too long

I wrote my goodbye carefully     in somber blue
and tucked it safely into my pocket
Over it I have grieved and cried
The time will come when there is only 
one word left to be said
I will gently hand over my goodbye
accompanied by nothing but a breathless sigh

Copyright © Monterey Sirak

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Beyond A Last Goodbye

If it were my time to pass
  that last
    ...where I needed to pick and choose
       the proper words to use
         On that one last night, my eyes would see the stars that shine
           or shadow of the moon
             And the time we thought would be forever was over
                And the paths we walked, must now be severed

       Never would I want to see your tears
       Never would I want to measure time, or loss, or what the years have cost

       I would hope to walk my thoughts through clover
       I would hope to find my voice rising like a silver sound
       As a white moth drifting…from flower to white flower
       Peaceful and sure
       Person to person
       With love, assurance, gratitude
       However the words be said…
       I pray that they will leave in their void…a peace, instead

For days have slid into years, years into decades
       If death silences the words
       Nothing will silence the truth of what we have shared
       Nothing will silence how much we have loved

 For goodbye is just a word, a simple word that does not matter…

       I will be the white moth….forever, I’ll hover
                  When goodbyes must be said
                     Don't dwell on the sadness,  we'll be here together…

                         I will still be here….I will be your wings
                         I will flutter my own, we will need no words
                                  Watch for me….that moth will be me
                                        and the voice you hear


Copyright © Carrie Richards

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The loss of the rose

The rose has been raped of her beauty 
Stolen by hordes of dreary lines
And to be leached further still 
Until nothing remains of her   
But yellowing birthday cards 
And sugar-free quotes, in italics 
Like a rose is like nothing at all 

Copyright © Jeremy Martin

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A Slow Goodbye

Because the decision
To say goodbye
Is too hard to take
Because my heart will break
With your last embrace
My soul bleed
To see your need
For me…
I say goodbye

Slowly…I start to fade
A little less every day
Pulling back
Staying away
A little more every day
Almost imperceptible my retreat
So that you don’t notice
So that you don’t weep
Bracing your heart
For the time
When I will be no more

A gradual silent goodbye
No need to give reasons why
Just to…..fade
F  A    D     E……
While sun rays give in to shade
A time to savor every last moment
G    R     A     D     U      A       L        L        Y
To cease to be
A slowly ebbing tide
That pulls away from you
Without you realizing
Till you are standing on only the 
Warm moistness
Of where I bathed you
Then you will know
Then you will see
That I’m gone…

Then it will be too late
To beg me to stay
To plead
And ask for reasons
To cry

A gradual goodbye
For my heart is about to die
I must leave
You will grieve
But you will be strong
You will carry on
For I withdrew
Little by little 
My little songs
My little words
From your heart

Imperceptible retreat
Till one day

O N E    D A Y


Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

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My words seep onto the page like poetic tears Drip Drip Drip Words once leached from every inch of my psyche Now my friends, my time has come It is time for me to depart The light in my life is fading Soon it will be extinguished I will be gone from your lives forever … Yet my words will always remain I have been on a journey of a lifetime Writing changed my life forever I’ve shared my hopes and dreams The good times and the bad With laughter and tears If you have one memory of me Remember how I made you smile I will never spill a drop of ink again It’s finally time to say adieu For it is too late for goodbyes These are the final words I will ever write … Until we meet again For contest 26th August 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON

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Witness and Behold the End

White Lilies,
Scattered on the ground,
Out of their element.
Deprived of its origin.
Clarity no longer visible.
White Roses,
In the purest snow,
Frozen to the core.
Stripped away so rash.
Beauty destroyed.

White flowers,
All around,
Trampled into dust.
Stolen without knowledge.
Endless death fighting to prevail.

Copyright © Alina Councilman

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An Early Wind

You will go from earth to sky for this sweet reunion.
lie softly Precious Traveler, suffer not. 


blue Mother Moon shall open an early wind 
and gently blow you home.

July 22, 2015

Copyright © Lycia Harding

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Grieving Goodbye

One step I go back, and
I see you holding my hands...
With a smile, walking down the lanes.
Yesterday I acquainted me in you
When your hands grabbed mine in your fears
With such reliance, allaying down the pains.
And Today when I stood still
I saw myself lost in despair
When my hands sorely waved you goodbye.

Another step I go back, and
I see you resting on my shoulder
With an ease, breathing  out all your whimseys.
Yesterday I held myself in you
When you hugged me in your tenderness
With such peace, grieving away all the hearsays.
And Today when I fastened myself
I felt I betrayed your trust
When my arms direly opened to free your life.

Further I stepped to go back, and
I see you lying up on me abreast
With an intimacy, desiring all your fondness.
Yesterday I mellowed my soul in yours'
When you lusted me in your reverences
With such warmth, melting down all the iciness.
And Today when I lie down
I realized I burnt my essence
When my deity hollered out to coffined my soul.

Yet I wanted to go back, and
I see my shadow fading out slowly under the daylight
With such isolation, deafing all those mirthful moments.
Yesterday I was in a state of solitude
Till I acquainted with your heart and soul
With such reliance, peace and warmth, gratifying all forbearance.
And Today I am back, where I was
I raged as it was hard to believe
When my heart panicked to say you GOOD-BYE.

Copyright © Swairik Das

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A Silent Goodbye

I stumble and fall when I'm amidst the storm
As I watch you walk away from me
A tear rolls down as I look away from thee
I'm still learning to smile now

My heart is in pieces as I silently say goodbye
Won't you turn back once just to say that you tried?
Each day reminds me what I'm still missing
If only you would come back to me

I weep for something that's already been lost
So I turn back into the illusion of my own world
Ignoring the words of people as they talk

I've given up on you now
There's no use in chasing the past
But I can't move forward now...

Copyright © priyanka bernadette mullick

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Dreams they're all around me,

it's hard to tell  real life.

Monsters like in fairly tales,

my emotion turns to strife. 

The sun starts getting closer,

my skin it starts to burn. 

I look for somewhere to run

but don't know where to turn. 


He makes his way towards me majestic also wise,

it was hard for me to distinguish between what's loving and what's lies.

My heart it starts to flutter,

My body starts to fall-

I try to scream out for help 

but I don't know who to call.


Thus the journey's over,

now I'm on the ground.

Tears fall from my eyes-

my heart nowhere to be found.

Copyright © Alyssa Waters