Creation Goodbye Poems

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Details | Rhyme |

Impulsive or compulsive

Either way it's not conducive

Living with this disorder

Can't be good for my liver

Obsessions, when do they stop?

Compulsions, when do I stop?

Let me illustrate and reiterate

My demons make me infuriated

To the point, man, I really want to escape this

Live everyday like your last?

These hours go by fast

Trying to obliterate every ounce of the past

Always with the imagery and self coping insanity

That broke me and continues to break me.

Another day, no not another day

I just got out, please let me stay away.

Copyright © Stefan Cote | Year Posted 2016




Details | Epitaph |
You were never seen by us, that privilege sadly was not for us an extravagance we were overwhelmed by, the thought of your embrace The entire twelve weeks you were a joy to have known, even 'without' being seen hearing about you're arrival, was a blessing at the time you were conceived For life hadn't been easy and we had all asked God, we even plea'd We wait upon the day, you will finally meet us having the honour to love and learn with you, saddly not for us It brakes my heart as you part, you had already embeded love into my heart Just knowing we will now...forever be kept apart God has other plans for your love that's so strong, blessing us from the start we continually pray, maybe he'll deside to let you stay around But the intense pain of tears and loss, are constantly falling all around just let it be known, we all desperately wanted you to become part of us We all will love you for eternity, you are now forever one of us, although it was only for a very slight second, it was better than never You are from this day on, embedded into our hearts forever... the impact you have left 'unborn young one'' my beloved grandchild.... "Angel" 2012

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |
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Just breathe...

Breathe...Gasping, into light you're thrown!
Like glass, your turning leaf is blown
clear of sweet slumber's song but there's
no need of hers - you'll sing your own.

You, newly born of mother's prayers,
will breathe your first of earthen airs
and thirsty, let your voice be heard
'til she's dispersed the drink she shares.

As leaves are, by the wind, bestirred,
with each new breath, you'll find you're spurred
on by survivals undertow,
as well as by debts love-incurred. 

Oh, precious child, I love you so!
What wonders of this world you'll know
but one day too, this life you'll leave...
Take one last breath and let it go.

Yes, breathe...

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Contest Judged 1/25/2016 

Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015




Details | Couplet |
And now I've lost my papers,
My passport and my wife,
The very essence of
My identity and life.

My bank account is empty,
My cloths and garments sold,
My skin and bones are ashes,
Spread thin on the open road.

My old car's broken down,
No wheels to touch the floor,
The motor been dismantled,
Stripped clean down to the core.

The bailiffs and the policemen,
Have emptied my abode,
The promises I made you,
Have been auctioned out and sold.

The love I hold within me,
Is all that I now have left,
The rest is bleak illusion,
The bind man and the deaf.

The imaginary people ,
I thought were my friends,
Have left the scene forever,
As the road of life does bend.

And now I stand alone,
Upon this lonely hill,
I gaze upon the meanings,
The years have silently killed.

In the roaring storms of thunder,
In the lightning in the night,
In the whispering of the children,
In the white doves lonely flight.

In the dust of many ages,
That has settled on my soul,
In the ashes of my humanity,
That has filled my begging bowl.

The ancient breeze is blowing,
Calling me to my knees,
To behold the light within me,
In the prison of the keys.

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Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Trees shed

Their Autumn Leaves.

 

Autumn Leaves-

That fall,

That twirl

And then embrace the ground.

 

Autumn Leaves-

That flood

The pathways I tread

And the horizon I see.

 

Amidst them, I halt

Amongst them, I sit,

Stare and admire

Them as they shower from trees.

 

I listen to them,

As they rustle,

And cuddle

In the soothing autumn breeze.

 

Wondrous it is to listen

To the tales they tell,

Tales spelled in their toungless accents

Tales that are the soul of each of those

Falling, twirling, rustling

Autumn Leaves.

Copyright © Suyash Saxena | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
Long ago,the guinea fowls congregated 
Clourfully and innumerably 
And sang sweet songs 
And played in the savanah
They sang for the for the antelopes 
To leap  and dance in the beautiful grass lands
 The farm boys listened and danced too
And their hearts were merry

At night around the fire the folk tales were interesting;
The wild dogs barked ;
The nightjars called peacefully;
The owls clamorous,booming hoot was heard 
The starry fireflies flashed in courtship elaborate dances

But the conflagrations came 
And swept across the grass lands and bushvelds
The axemen were merciless ;
And by their millions the trees were severed
The poachers were ruthless 
And the animals wild knew not more peace
The guinea fowls were poisoned 
The nature loving farm boys beheld 
All this chapter in heavy hearted silence
The guinea folws and other song birds 
Shall never sing again
And the times shall never be better again.

Copyright © RAYMOSE JOSI | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |
Rows of thousands buried underneath me.
I can feel them, 
their hands reaching out to me.
their bodies beaten with cracked skulls
damaged to no end,
all these things, 

..neglected attention..
..lacking of communication..
..no disposition..

all these things in this world.
shows their fight for life.

If I could feel death,
it would be faded.
Now I'm starting to see their position.
Because I've learned how to disappear completely.
This is where I end and you begin,
To fade out, again.

Copyright © Lidija Vresk | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
You come from that place where Queen Anne’s lace
and milk thistle grow thick on the creek bank
behind the house.
Black-eyed Susans, opened to the sky,
sway strong and tall in the wind.
A dogwood blooms;
in remembrance of friends gone.

And the dust gathers
heavy over that forgotten place.
My heart closed up like a daylily
at moonrise.
And I, a late blooming rose,
far into an Indian summer.

You left; then I—
left and shook the dust not just from feet,
but hair, skin, bones.
It collected deep inside, though.
As you did.

We never said goodbye.

© stephanie pepper, 2013

Copyright © Stephanie Pepper | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue |
This is a rash initiation
rushed calibration
brace yourself my child in the water things are waiting
I'm not much for celebrating
more for penetrating thought
what a rush it is to see a man asleep beneath his cot
join us at this table for a bounty of the flesh
then let us scribe the tales of monsters, who to us are us to them
go to sleep my sweet young sparrow as I pray for picturesque
for the mind is but a canvas that we colour in with stress
I have spent the darkness dreaming of the light that is to shine
but in the daytime I stay longing for the rays within my mind
in the end there is beginging and at the start we long to finish
what a finicky transparent way to be, my prayer is finished

Copyright © chriss todd | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ballad |
I loved it very dear
A unique find it was

I drove it very far 
Without any fear 

Driving was pleasure
Travelling in, a pride

Its presence a delight
That many saw in awe

It was a fairy in white
Darting across milestones

Skimmed on Highways
Carrying family to places

Safely, surely and quickly
It sped with grace and gleam

It made many turn heads
To see it in motion, a poetry

It was a beauty to behold
To possess, though, it was dear!

Yet I saw it drown, in my house
When floods came by; untold

I had to part with my luv, my BMW
Considered as next only to my wife

Whatever lovely association ended
And my Beamer suddenly disappeared.

Copyright © Mothiram Pushpala | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
I didn't get to see your sweet face
I didn't get to feel your embrace
I didn't get to hear your cry
I didn't get to say goodbye

I didn't get to call you by name
I didn't get to rejoice when you came
I didn't get to show you beautiful things
I didn't get to hear you sing

I didn't get to show you new places
I didn't get to show you new faces
I didn't get to see your smile
I didn't get to have you stay a while

I am sad with all these things I didn't get to do. But I feel blessed with the one thing I did get to do, was love you.....
Goodbye my little one, just know that you are loved....and missed.

Copyright © Karah Jowders | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
It was just my imagination.


In all the worlds that I have seen,
The sun’s rays have never shone so bright,
As they do right now on this planet of ours.
I pray to see this day last throughout the night.


Eternal sunshine is needed to reveal,
The lady I see in the depths of my mind.
Her voice speaks of echoes of fondness, 
My fond memories of love are lost; never again will I be healed.
But if I could find a lady like her, 
Maybe I could find a way to once more smile.


I wish I could love her and once more see the ladies smile;
No tears does she ever shed, for she is strong of heart.
She is capable of inner strength, whilst I am fragile
And forever locked within my own broken heart.


A gift to her I wish to bring,
As a peace offering; she is equity.
The lady I have never met drifts into my soul
And makes herself at home.
Hopefully, permanently; not just temporarily.


She is Gothic of soul and dresses like a Goth
And that will draw me towards her always,
In a desperate search for love.
She is the last hope of the hopeless,
Who has been ready to give up.
I dream of her when I am awake
And she swims inside my blood.


She floats inside a vessel; she is created by me inside my brain.
She breathes oxygen into my lungs 
And sends love flowing through my veins.
She is a figment of my imagination,
Who I am desperate to somehow make become real;
Just so I could once more feel loved.  Just so I could once more feel.


I want to embrace her, 
But she is a non-entity who is out of reach.
Still I am searching for a way to meet her,
Each time I go to sleep.


I am thinking about her as I lay in my bed,
But she knows nothing of me and she never will.
My thoughts will be about her, until I forget.
She will spring back into my forethought’s,
Whenever my body is still.


And still I shall love her with every ounce of my heart;
For she is my last sense of light, as I drift off into the dark.
Soon she is gone from my head;
I tried hard to not forget,
But I can think of this kind of love no longer,
For she is real only inside my imagination and not inside my bed.


My ghost of a love drifts away from my attempts at amity.
She floats away into the never to become just a memory.
This is a tragedy.
She is a vision, lost way up in the ether,
Disappearing like a rocket ship shot into space.
She was here once, now my sweetheart has evaporated
And left my soul without a trace.


Gone like the wind, she has blown through my heart.
I felt her breeze blow through my life 
And now she and I shall forever remain apart.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2016

Details | Blank verse |
The day moon rises on occasion
A rarity
Going over my thoughts and feelings 
Of what the morning left undisturbed
Reflecting settled patterns of life
Just as the restlessness overcomes you
See the day moon carry you onward
For one may only ever experience
Your careful embrace
Once in a lifetime.

Copyright © Wendy Henry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
You ask the evening sun to wait a second in the background
While you stand  in the crescent boat with the infatuated sun behind
A black passion in golden lining looking hypnotizingly romantic

The setting sun from behind wants to hug the silhouetted passion
Darkness comes and stands in front providing cover from public view
Enabling the two to get into an enchanting play of black with orange

The waters stand still the wind stops blowing for a fraction of a minute
They gaze at the woman in pitch black hue with golden curves at the chin
Neck and below, a black princess in a hairline gold frame from head to toe

Now in high tide and next moment in a low the boat in a rise and fall
Under the pink inhalation and black exhalation of their deep breath
I stare at for a long time and could feel the love in lovely black spree

We who are blessed enough to see such golden black whispers
As the sun descends gratified splashing orange happiness
And the murmurs of river banks make love with the sprinkled gold 

We feel what else we need to have the taste of truth and beauty
Of this beautiful world the disease and death  notwithstanding
Look there smearing the smell of silhouette the white owl has come

The beauty slowly disintegrates and dissolves in the shapeless dusk
The happy owl with its enigmatic eyes looking at the time in flux


15/09/2017
For The Contest Silhouette
Hosted by: Craig Cornish
 

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
         November Rest

 Wooly wisps of vaporous white,

 Wind pushed across grey-blue sky,

 casting their shadows on the fall stripped trees.

 Shadows pass.....

 leaving behind only rusty remnants of lonely leaves,

 clinging to bent and barren branches.

 Dwindling life wanes sadly old,

 as peace makes its home above.

 Quiet now resonates so sweetly from the earth.

 Sending us hope for the new to come.

 "Life doesn't end here", the silence whispers;

 It fades just awhile as it gives birth to the future.

Copyright © Cynthia Patience | Year Posted 2018