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Without you

This morning when I woke up in an unfamiliar place, dark and empty.
There were no doors, no windows I was trapped.
No light, I could not see.
No air, I could not breathe.
I cried out for help, no one could hear me.
Alone and smothering as the rhythm of my heartbeat grew weak until there was no beat.
The glimpse of my soul once filled with vibrant life now fades away as dark as the place I find myself.
Wait this in not a room,
Wait this is not a place.
But, this is my world without you.
Dark, empty, alone and hurting.
I am alone in the dark
A shadow covers the beam that once lite up my life,
My heart is empty,
My dreams shattered,
This is my world without YOU!


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Forever I am You

You believe me to be an altruistic man as I smile with sneering reluctance. 
You may think me gentle as I extend my hand in goodwill, but degraded am I as I wistfully watch my hand recoil from your filthy phalanges with its foul clutch. 
You wave me off poised as I stand here in this field laden with perennial flowers as they stir aloft, but unbeknownst to you I berate you as you retreat afoot and go forth from my company into the night. 
You deliver beautiful words in my image unto your friends, but I carry your name with seething indiscretion into the fire.
You entitle me as a "friend", but I explicitly fornicate your secrets as I spitefully scathe and scoff unto you.
You divulge your mysteries but I deprecate them and take exception to your standing as I plunge you within rueful nether worlds foreboding in treachery and wretchedness...
Why? For I have no pride unto you.
You place your life you into my palm and recite proverbs appealing for my heart unto yours, but guileful am I and in wicked glee do I carry unto the grave your beauty with its secrets. 
You inscribe me as a "fiancée" into forever without recognising the falsifier whose witness bears mistaken. 
You smile as your recite dreams aforementioned in times bygone, but I chastise you, and your children do I condemn into hell for their fondling fledgling and fornicated perversions.  

You call me a "friend", but I am forever you


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Gator Bait Series 2nd Crossing the Line

It’s that time of year when I think of you....
And all the strange things we used to do...
We were young and cast our fate to the wind...                                                  
Regardless of the message that we might send..
Out to the world , cause we didn’t care...                                                                       
And that’s what brings me here to share....
You treated me just like a queen honey bee..                                                                
And I believed and worshiped thee...
We shared our ups and downs together...                                                                        
In thick and thin and stormy weather...
What was mine was mine and yours was mine.....                                                         
And we never ever crossed that line !
I assumed it would always be just you and me...                                                            
As no one else appealed you see....
My friends said you will break my heart...                                                                       
But I told them that, I was just too smart....
As I remembered , what I was taught....                                                                         
That no one could control my thought...
And then it happened I lost my heart....                                                                          
My bracelet, my watch and my college  ring...
And then you did that awful thing...                                                                               
You lied , you cheated , you  had stolen my bling...
And that’s why now you aren’t around....                                                                       
Plus no way... will you EVER.... be found....
Cause I live where the GATOR is king......                                                                        
And...like no one steals my BLING !







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GOODBYE MY FRIEND

GOOD BY MY FRIEND

I wanted love 
That highest of human emotion 
But a brother I was to you
The abused of our friendship
A heavy price for my greed
I now brood in dark despair 

I pine 
Displaying my sorrow for all to see
The embarrassment of showing my hand 
And the rejection too hard to bear

I shall fade away 
Never to play a role in your life 
I will always remember how I held you 
In high regard
And wanted more than anyone else dared 

Goodbye my sweet friend
The seed that was planted 
Gave life to a relationship
That matured too early 
And is now no more

I wish chances anew will
Occur another day
Always dear to me
Memories of you 
Will never fade away 


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WHY ARE WE PARTED

Why are we parted ?
without saying farewell
moved on and.. 
left each other..
tears ,sighs everywhere ..
half-broken hearted I'm
half-broken hearted you..may be ..
my days are passing by as quite as your lips
weary nights are all alone..
like a  moon lives alone among throbbing  stars..

you looked into my soul and one day you promised 
that we'll be never apart ..
there was a spell -bound between you and me 
 unheard ..unspoken 
we had to move on together ..forever 
but Alas !! we broke all promises 
you tore my heart ..
and set it on fire .
why are we parted now? 
were we just decepting  each-other ? 
were our hearts lying my dear ?

Now I ask my heart ..
can I forget the moments ?
we shared together 
spent together
laughed together ..
cried together ..

And I find my heart silent 
it's just drowning in sorrow day by day 
Ask your heart my dear ..
what it whispers to you ?
can you forget all those moments ?
we shared together ..
spent together ..

Can you forget my dear ?
can you forget "ME "my dear ?


just ask your heart !!
just ask your heart !!!


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Remember Me Like this

Remember me (like this)… A smile that made your heart Feel lighter A word that made your Day brighter An embrace you only wanted To be tighter Please remember me… Like this Forget the frowns Forget the pouts Forget the downs The angry bouts Forget the times I wasn’t there Forgive me for that Frigid stare and… Remember me like this… A hug whenever you Needed one A back rub… late at night A place to go to When you felt so low A touch that felt So right Remember me… The provider for the family Companion always there Old friend and confidante Cuddly Teddy bear Gentle soul with good intentions A moral man who could not lie Humble man with no pretensions A man you can’t forget, even if you try A stubborn man…I’ll give you this A simple man…tho’ a bit remiss A man always ready with a tender kiss So when, (and if…) you reminisce Please remember me …Like this…


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What If

What if 
I vanish, 
I vanish from the face
Of the world,
Into an oblivion,
Into the void
Of pitch-darkness
Of nothing beyond.
What if I don't
leave a word
or two, behind for you.
What if I go,
Soundless, 
Cold and slow.
What if I draw
grey-black strokes
Before I know
That I'd immerse
lower than low.
What if the day
comes, cheerless
and dull,
Songs of skies
allay and lull
me to sleep.
For eternity.
What if I cease to know
How the emerald
on that grass will glow,
How it feels to wake up
tomorrow.
The leaf will stir.
The wind will take you far.
Joys of breathless delight
Would still rupture. 
Countless days will pass.
That my toes do not
touch the grass.
Until a lonely star
On a dust-less night
Will murmur
my name, in your ear.


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Once again Once More

Where to begin " proclaim its not you " just me
You were all I wished you could be
Will that help - set you free?
Please don’t beg, please don’t plea..

There’s no point in asking once again “why”
And you know me " I won’t lie
Gently cutting the cord, severing the tie
Whilst gently whispering my final “good bye”

We’ll always have these moments, imprinted and set
Lest you are worried that maybe I might forget
So there’s no need to curse the day we met
I promise I leave with no thoughts of regret

We gave it all " put in a good try
A heavy heart " a sad sigh
So I say my final “good bye”
Keeping my head held up high






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These Salty Waves Pt 1

What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to say? All these lies you bottled up come sweeping, crashing with the tides. My footing's gone, the ocean real, but how am I supposed to feel? And here I am, a drowning mess, a loveless lie, I do protest. And here I am a drowning mess. So all those things you said to me? Where they just lies out of pity? So all those things you said to me? Or am I lost in salty waves? Yes I know my future's grave. Or am I lost in salty waves?And now the panic in my head, when I should be tucked up in your bed, reels and reels right here instead.I'm going down, a sinking ship, funny what name drips off my lips. It is not God, or Angles plenty, or even that I'm just damn ready To let go of the hell and the lies. I'm wishing for your gentle eyes. Or at least the way they always seemed, but perhaps that's just this salty dream. I have no clue what I'm to do! A drowning hopeless mess, for you-- think it's cute, and oh so funny, but here's the bitter truth now honey. I'm going down. There is no help. I can't be saved by God himself. I put my life, my whole world of trust, and you've thrown it away for lust. Well what the hell's a girl to do? I'm just so entranced by you!


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THE PASS

his name became fame
he spoke gave us hope
he laso knew
what we've go thur
he ran out  gas
his words will last
from wises
MEN OF 
THE  PASS


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MI

I have a pain in my heart
It started this rainy day 
Sitting on your old couch 
Tucked my legs up real tight 
As you sat on your leather chair 
It felt familiar 
Only this time you started to talk 
Talking of times that weren’t good 
And how there are more of these 
Than times that were good 
My eyes started to sting 
I looked into my empty cup 
Then I looked outside 
At the grey skies overhead 
Then at the TV that wasn’t on 
I tried to look everywhere but you 
It was true, there was more bad than good 
But wasn’t that the case for most things?
You told me you still loved me 
I said you were a liar 
Love was something to fight for 
You never did that at all 
You were too busy chasing dreams 
While I counted your footprints 
So now I’m left clutching at my chest 
While you’re counting fool’s gold.