Leaving Poems | Examples of Leaving Poetry

Matsuo Basho: English translations of Haiku about autumn, fall, falling, trees, leaves, leaving, goodbye, rice, moon, moonlight, words. Reverential tears: the falling leaves bid their trees goodbye. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Plates and bowls gleaming dimly in the darkness: evening coolness. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Twice the pity: beneath the headless helmet, a chirping cricket. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R....

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I told the truth and still, someone bled. Silence would have stitched us shut, a delicate, rose-gold lie— woven into the wallpaper of a bedroom left sketched. I thought I was choosing clarity, but the mirror fogs each morning. Future—blunted, gray— looms like wet brick pavements. No signs, only echoes of footsteps— taunting like the choices I regret. This morning, I climbed the roof before the city stirred. The...

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You told me you could never leave You told me you would never say goodbye You told me you never wanted to be free But you told me a lie—just another goodbye Your words were empty, your promises all broken You had me believing, but now I just cry Your ‘I love yous’ were just lies you told” Trying to forget but...

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They say it’ll pass it’ll get better the longer it lasts They say what’s done is done but i don’t feel like i’ve won You took my heart tore it, broke it, till it fell apart Now you play the victim the hole you created, i sit in I don’t want to become the monster i’ve come from Obsessed with yourself, with...

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Blessed be the Lord God Almighty, Who delivereth His generals from the snares of the enemy. In their great fall, He forsook them not, But upheld them with His hand and called them once more. He is the Shepherd who leaves not His own, The Watchman who allows no harm to overtake His chosen. Blessed be His Word; Wise are all His...

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a stranger in familiar land      my blood too sings from the cracks of cobbled...

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a whiskey stained silhouette outlines your figure and the spiced smell of your breath lingers in the air drunken lies in the late hours of the night make us both forget about how bitter, our lives taste filling your soul with fire and regret every sip you take swallow the flame, it sets fire to the heart the burning...

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You don’t know me You don’t know me You believe you do You don’t know me You say that’s not true You don’t know me I hardly know myself You don’t know me I barely hold myself together You don’t know me I don’t know whether You don’t know me I walk the night Can you even see me I scream through the fright Do you even hear me Or I...

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Not only chimes moon bear with my speechless crutches Not only chimes with brass scarred by June fireflies, storm's echoes fade from my hutches — your ghost another side touches Not only chimes ...

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It was one dusky evening. I stood at my balcony, The weather whispering secrets in a chill breeze Beautiful, cold, and a little stormy, The kind of weather that makes you feel Everything you've been avoiding. Despite the wind howling like a wounded beast, I picked up my sketchbook. Perhaps it was the ache of missing someone That made my fingers itch for graphite...

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There's a widow that sits beside the seaside The sun shines on her face There’s a morning light that cries and sits beside her place And there is an eye That melts at the touch It’s hidden not much For a fake Did you know the greatest treasure lost Was found at the bottom of a lake The widow sits beside its hand she shall...

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You go your way and I'll go mine sometimes that's just the way it has to be until the morrow of tomorrow comes. Since we must, we'll go our separate ways but not before we share a goodbye kiss. Stay safe, my love, until you return to me. Come back as soon as you can ~ AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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Now and then the ocean is a blur in footprints so quickly nothing, spurred against that wild channeling — God, she took my memory, her baggy tides overrun, seaweed returned in the surf, serendipitous stun, How to follow you in your deep sea tomb — Sometimes I breathe in water to breathe in you, the gray ocean like a rod...

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I'm faced with debility, a deluded idea that i can make a change by doing nothing at all, staying the course. No matter how this my effect my fate. there are visions of delirium that come from a life of captivity. It's not the loneness that kills you. It's the echos, scratching voices that cling to the walls refusing to be...

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