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Sun Goodbye Poems | Sun Poems About Goodbye

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Details | Rhyme | |

Goodbye Sun Hello Moon

As I say bye to the Sun I greet the moon
It's the end of another day
Winter is here so our visit was short
I hate when the Sun goes away

I trust it to Yanny on her side of the World
She patiently waited to start her day
The moon was her companion
Thankfuly she sent it back my way

The moons lesser light
Is not it's light at all
It has been borrowed from the Sun
A mere reflection of perfection
That's meant to be shared with everyone 

I smile at the Moon
Yanny greets the Sun
It's time to put my computer away
I say good morning to Yanny
And wish her an extrordinary day


Dedicated to Yanny a Ray of Sunshine from the other side
of the World. 


Details | Pantoum | |

His Warmth

I thank you always sun and moon, but is his warmth that makes me move
My hands stay lingered in his palm, and trace the lines to write a song
His eyes they whisper: you still do know, of how my love will always grow
And with four lips they form hello, for goodbye they'll never know
My hands stay lingered in his palm, and trace the lines to write a song;
For each line has read, " hold on " that's why fingers clench so strong
And with four lips they form hello, for goodbye they'll never know
I love you more than can be known, and hopefully we'll find that's shown
For each line has read," hold on " that's why fingers clench so strong
His eyes they whisper: you still do know, of how my love will always grow
I love you more than can be known, and hopefully we'll find that's shown
I thank you always sun and moon, but it's his warmth that makes me move...


Details | Romanticism | |

Can you feel me

Feel me standing there
on the draw bridge
that stands stubburn and erect
over the rushing waters blown by the wind
back and forth.
I listened to the crows
posted on gargoils designed
of eightenth century Gothic architecture
singing their death songs,
when the sun is setting in the far.

The voices of women passing
startle me with a feeling of sorrow
I can't breathe, I am dying.
Feel me, can you feel me rot away?
Slowly but surely rot away
as time passes with ease,
and taxi cabs take smiling, intoxicated faces
to wayward cafes, oh how they screech to a halting stop
and wave to me to get in.

"No thank you, I'd rather walk." I say to the smiling faces
highly intoxicated with the thought of the birds and the bees
rattling around in their empty minds.
Then they drive off, into the city lights and turn a darkened corner.
I look at the rushing water
and feel myself rot away
slowly but surely rot away.

Can you feel me?
Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Feel my heart thump with slow paces
that manage to keep up with fast melodies.
Of songs that play in your mind
only the ones that make you sigh
and think those one days in Spring time
as you walked over the draw bridge
and paid no mind to the water underneth.
I hear no more talk of you and me, I hear no more talk
of the good old times we all shared.
Time has passed, as I take my last breathe
and hold my chest and shead a tear.
Feel me, can you?
If you can, put your hand to my weak heart 
and feel it thump away with every second wasted
on useless items.
Now, see me a man of one time greatness
reflect his life with a reflection in the water below.
How I sigh and cry and breath heavely,
as I feel myself rot away.

The voices of woman pass me by.
Tomorrow is a new day,
for the smiling faces in taxi cabs will go home
and soak their raging hangovers with cool, wet rags.
As I still stand on the draw bridge singing with the crows,
feeling myself rot away.

Can you feel me without you, rotting away?
I surely can feel myself rot.
Such a heavy word, "rot"
So vulgare, yet a great description of me,
without you.

I pull out a shawl you once wore and I kiss it.
As the wind gusts and the sun rises and my shadow
comes to meet me, the wind shall take my last memory
of you away.
And I shall weep no more.
Then what will I do? Shall I walk the streets
and think of you.
Yes you, still rambling all throughout my head
like a lose screw.
Can you feel me? Feel me rot away
feel me think about you, and all your works.
Can you feel me?


Details | Lyric | |

In Bloom

Written July 29, 2013


The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around

The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June

The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me

See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars

Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Like before


Details | Romanticism | |

Goodbye my Summer Love

Though the midnight summer rains
as we sit together under the geraniums,
hanging low and at full bloom,
we hold hands and talk of old times;
times that were kind to us and our youth.
As summer storms light up the night skies
We kiss the storm away, as it rolls through the grey skies
and the lighting cracks the clouds in half,
riping a hole in the universe, as we kiss the night away.

We sit throughtout nightlong summer dreams
and talk, and we hear the storms roll into the golden hills
of summer meadows filled with roses and a field full of daisies.
Love rests in time to see us grow old together,
and love strengthens its walls and pulls us closer together.
We shall go now, as day turns to night,
into our chamber of love and sleep the night away, together.
Hold us close to each other, as I rest my head on you sweet bossom,
and you nurture me to life of talks of love and beauty.

Nature whispers and sings us songs,
as we kiss and go for walks through the countryside
looking at the golden hills soaked in the rolling storms
that summer offers every year, upon a silver platter.
Sooth me, my love as I tell you of the sorrow I have witnessed.
Embrace me with your curiousity and tell me of the beauty in
the secrets of life and its hidden messangers
that hold secret letters from Devils that send temptations
to destroy something that we share, that is so beautiful and true.
Tell me that life will be okay, and my love is still true and with you.
Tell me my sweet and beautiful love, tell me if everything will be alright.

Love has seen us come and go, through the narrowed and sprinkled streets,
as we move through life fused at hands and eyes blind, not noticing the possiblities of death at any moment stalking us with knives jabbing at our backsides.
We are blind, for we see each other and only each other.
As we live life eyes a blazed looking at the sun, we do not notice the obvious between us.
Caring from me, at my time of need I never noticed the betrayal of our love.
My heart sees, but I deny the obvious and see what I hear.

As I see the knife drive deep in my heart,
you with a suitcase in hand,
I stand on my front steps and I watch the summer storms
come back over the golden hills to say, "hello"
Love is the same everytime, like a summer storm;
beautiful to watch, but when it leaves, it is depressing to say, "goodbye"
Now I sit, as the geraniums dry up and die
and the wrinkles at my eyes make me blind,
I see love walk past my house and mock me with lone kisses.


Details | Lyric | |

I Won't Say Goodbye


I won't say goodbye, it's a word that implies, something now is ending,
And I'm too full of endings, to want that extra load.
Instead, I'll think evening has come, a night must now pass.
Yet with the stars just like our sun to show us all the way,
Across the spans of darkest nights, there lies a brighter day.

I won't say farewell, it is one of those words, that means a scene is closing,
And I'm too full of closings to want that extra load.
Instead, I'll think a pause must be in life's great symphony.
Our Maestro turns your page and mine, tuning some strings in need,
That each may play their greatest part, as onward now He leads.

I won't say godspeed, again it's a word, that means one is parting,
And I'm too full of partings to want that extra load.
Instead I'll think the time has come to trust in God's great care.
Our years are  filled with anxious prayers,yet He is always near,
Perhaps these moments must all be to teach us faith not fear.


Details | Rhyme | |

As the twilight begins we say goodbye to the glorious sunset

Do you know where the light dies beyond the dreaming dusk

Daylight falls like a villain being overcome by the darkening musk

Rays of light which once stood tall now broken by the night

The illumination  of the day killed to birth the gloomy night

The brilliant blazing star is now dim to the naked eye

The lambent life that once was is now waiting to slowly die

The fluorescent vision covered is something you don't forget

As the twilight begins we say goodbye to the glorious sunset


Details | Free verse | |

Goodbye Sun

Dedicated to the Officers and crew of
USS Columbia (SSN 771)

Goodbye Sun

We are welcomed by men in 
immaculate whites
Through a hatch
we descend a steep ladder
into "The Last Slider"

From a narrow corridor we enter
into the brain and nerves
of this vessel- 
To my untrained eye the confusion
of cables overhead is bewildering
This black ship of stealth
tracks the world outside,
silently invisible itself

Rows of monitors, sonar devices
high powered periscopes
all with a myriad of buttons to push-
A marvel of technology -
yet men are the heart and soul
of this great ship

They are Submariners

They say goodbye to the sun
for months on end
Week after harrowing week they spend
day after day on grinding drills
where the only thrill is their daily meals
Systematic, methodical
They are human- in a ship of war
but a ship that exists for freedom

The Officers guide us through each section
The ship at rest has released them
from an endless commitment but
with a practiced eye
they are still attuned to every detail


Commanders almost prescient
so in step with every procedure
they can sense malfunction in their sleep
I notice the commitment to excellence
I note the pride behind the
preparations for our inspection
Blue curtains with the ships insignia
are drawn on bunk beds
Shiny copper engine parts, clean bright paint
reflects the values of those who
keep their vessel, ship-shape

Now I stand in the nose where the
weapons rest
The metal tubes look benign
for all the power they contain
Ironically in rows, directly above,
the crew's bunks are located-
in tiers of three -even sleep
 is regimented
Photos of family are the only
human touch in
this dark, black, whale 
of a vessel

The sense of duty for each individual
seems overwhelming
There is a spirit of complete trust
between them
This is a world for honorable men

"Victory is Silence"
I try to imagine daily living
the self-containment
the steely discipline
the choosing to go forward in the face of
uncertainty
Precision and man - morphing
The pact between Submariners is
absolute. 
They move as one.

Suzanne Delaney


Details | Rhyme | |

THE WARM SUN






THE WARM SUN
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


AS I SIT HERE EMBRACING THE WARM SUN
I ASK WHERE HAVE ALL THOSE SOULS GONE
I ONCE COULD COUNT  A HUNDRED FRIENDS
OR RELATED KINSMEN KNOWING NO END

SILENTLY AND QUIETLY THEY ALL LEFT
VICTIMS OF TIMES’ UNENDING THEFT
ITS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME YOU SEE
 WHEN TIME WILL END ITS’ SEARCH FOR ME


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Goodbye Fishies

Fishing was a joy 
A way to let time float by 
Every weekend with his St. Croix in hand 
He would take a leisurely walk to the lake 
And as he did for over fifty years 
Fly fish 

It was always the act 
Not the catch 
That was his way of letting the world 
Fade magically away 

Still… these last several years 
The lake had been quiet and still 
And try as he did 
All the fish seemed to be… gone 

There were times as a boy 
When bite by bite 
The crowded lake, filled with fish 
Would grab the hook 
Until forced to stop by the weight of the load 
He would lie on the cool green grass 
And enjoy the summer sun 

But those were the days of youth and fish 
When the earth was still warmed by the sun 
We’ve taken so much and given back less 
Those days are long since gone


Details | Light Poetry | |

Sire Moon

He's bringing out his pencil
Clearing up his mind seeking freedom
Throwing all devastating thoughts
To describe all the pictures of sedum

I see it in different 
Colors, forms, in blues
Brightest after shining Sun
In orbits around space, it moves

Mesmerizing its beauty
Orange, White & Red
A Lunar lost in Heaven
Or hiding as Crescent

Between the Sun & Earth
Charming with its tricks
Aligned into shadows
Forming its Eclipse

Illuminates the world like a star
With irresistible gravitation
A one of a kind yet bizarre
Stalking you in rotation

Sire Moon you're a sign of the love, people seek
Sire Moon in your light, lovers lay down to speak
Sire Moon, you made us sometimes go cry
Sire Moon, you've witnessed lots of goodbyes
Like a breeze blowing my mind, Sire Moon
Mystique, rare type of monsoon
Come closer, never let go Sire Moon
I'll keep watching over, as you come & go
Go on, play my best tune Sire Moon
You're the reason, I‘ve wrote this poem