Cinquain Goodbye Poems

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Details | Cinquain |
Like sounds Of dew on grass Descended the dense dusk The flock of black geese returned home White peace _______________________________________ 28 May 2017 for John Anderson's Cinquain Express Train Contest

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2017

Details | Cinquain |
the final word
thoughts of never again
prompt emotional expression
fall upon the earth like spring rain
awakening new growth
reach for the sun

This poem is not a true cinquain, but loosely follows the cinquain format.  The fifth line is used as a transition or mirror for the two parts of the poem.

Copyright © Frank Polgar | Year Posted 2014

Details | Cinquain |
On the altar
Left for her by family
They will never forget today

Copyright © Vernette Hutcherson | Year Posted 2007

Details | Cinquain |
Dad forgets. The Long Goodbye, Alzheimer’s cruel grip will not release his gentle mind. He does not know me and still he remains ever trapped in the long goodbye. Dad has gone!
June 12, 2017 For contest: New Form, The Bell Sponsored by: John Anderson

Copyright © Dean Wood | Year Posted 2017

Details | Cinquain |
                                             Knocking in mind
                                           Memories of the past
                                     Blowing them with a goodbye 

                           For Cinquain Express Train Poetry Contest
                                      Sponsored by John Anderson

Copyright © Nayda Ivette Negron | Year Posted 2017

Details | Cinquain |
This busted broken body-
is not me alying here.
I’ve gone quickly on to Exodus.
You need not shed a tear

Past wrinkled steel and busted glass;
past smoke and pain and fire,
Myself left quickly in the night.
Our Lord did lead me higher.

The ground will hold my broken shell,
but just like my old suit.
It fit me well and good awhile.
Then I outgrew it by a foot!

I need not that used suit.
I need no body now.
My spirit soars amid the stars
with a soft and sparkling glow.

		By Annette Gagliardi

*Published in “Awaking to Sunshine” summer of 2000, a publication.

Copyright © Annette Gagliardi | Year Posted 2017

Details | Cinquain |
Go now Get over it The train horn is shrieking. All aboard; it's time to move on, Begone

Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2017