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Details | Prose Poetry |
It has been 9 months since your sudden disappearance.

That Hallowed night when your 5’11” nerd aura
Handed me my early birthday gift
A cold shoulder wrapped in a velvet bow
Made in Sri Lanka, sold exclusively at the Dollar Store

That was your appraised value.

But, today, revival’s whisper enters my gently waxed earlobes.

Candy coated revelations
For my allergic blood

“I said yes!”, as she flashed Cracker Jack ring
Filled with Monopoly dollar signs and “Go directly to Jail” Chance cards

I almost applauded, my hands sarcastically never connected
While my eyeballs rolled in epileptic banter

We scream in misguided nerd joy 
As if we witnessed Monty Python & Darth Vader having a make-out session

Sudden urges to watch movies about Traveling Pants & Sisterhood
And PSing my I Love You
While we eat Dark Chocolate Klondike bars and Chipwich Ice Cream Cookies
My ovaries were bursting with INSANITY’S JOY!

But, WAIT, I quickly realized I didn’t have such parts!

It was then, reality crashed
As if Spider Man ran out of web during mid-air leap

My essence now halts at crossroads’ throat.

To my left, “celebration”
To my right, “other”

I chose to be a human this night.

Current time- 9:15pm
Current location- Reception Hall

A 5 course meal,
Including dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets
Smiley face French fries
And 3 glasses of Tang
Surrounded my space on the dinner table

Heavenly echoes of forks & glass,
Ringing in ignorant unison,
Give birth to Tinnitus in my drums

In their 9 months of togetherness,
They kiss with forcible ease,
Frogs refusing to show their true form

It is then, ignoring listless stares from guests,
I stood up holding my half-empty Tang glass
Which MIGHT have contained a smidge of Grey Goose

At the TOP of my LUNGS,
I whispered.

“Friend, I should be so proud of you. I would. I could. You never responded to my open-hearted palm. You left my vulnerabilities dangling at half-mast, as if I lost our final game of Hang Man. But, TONIGHT, it is I & this delicious Dinosaur nugget that will HAVE a final say! You are impeccably flawed, like I. But, I still wanted you to be a part of my tomorrows. Yet, you turned me into a muted yesterday. So, I will wish congratulations on your new slav…um, husband, Pouring this glass of yummy Tang onto this stapled dance floor in a straight line Each drop will be a symbol of how many tears he will shed, before that line is crossed.”
As silence slapped each other in its face Across candle flame blanketed, marble dance hall, With children pointing & laughing hysterically, “Security” enters the room As I hold hands with Cuban female rent-a-cop, her head warming my shoulder, “Thank you for these 9 months. For now, I have given birth to a new me. The Best Man that you will never hold again.” ©Drake J. Eszes

Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2013




Details | Free verse |
Poet Convention

Lost in a poets convention, 
I can't recall every poem, I've read through the years
50518, unique comments I 'validate'--- 
Thank You For Sharing Your Happy and Sad tears 
Since March 24, 2010 In the mist of every line, 
I'm sending special hugs, for he/she that favorite me through the years 

Today's Convention, 
A praise to all poets mentioned and not mentioned

I will miss, the sweetest girl on this block LEONORA G.,
She treats me with love, adores my words and twisted poetry.  

I will start with the soups famous October, 7th babies,  
Frank and Kash, Debbie D, and myself, these lines belong to us, 
Our best characteristic has everything to do with the mind 
In our poetic hearts you'll find the symbol of justice and balance

This is not a song, it is not a poem, it's a free falling memo written with style

Back in March 2013, I said it then, I'll say it again 
Andrea, you and only you are the Poet Queen 
By the Queen, sits the Poet King of rhymes, Robert L. Hinshaw
Thank you both for never stepping on your loyal subjects 
Carol B., & Linda Marie, no one can replace the hole you left inside

I will miss all the little poetry pups, who came and sat by my side 
MAHIMA and Saanvi, and Sabrina, thank you for the encouragement

Phyllis, Joyce, Francine, Rhonda, Betty, sweet Karen A., and Catie, 
Clap your hands for the lovely quiet soup ladies.
Okay, maybe not Karen A., and Catie, these ladies love speaking their minds:)
SARA K., a mentor to some, a Fairy Godmother in my book
I will miss her "Magic Pen like Wand" dearly.
Gail, thank you for spreading your wings, and teaching us how to fly. 
Hopefully --wings are a nice gesture, --waving--  
"One day I'll see you again, my friend."

Daver Austin, "Go ahead, make my day" thank you for the show 
Now, you know why I referred to you as, "The Clint Eastwood of Poetry."
Russell Survey, encouraged my days and moods with his kind words

Scribe ML., where are you my friend? 
Don't you know your BIGGEST FAN misses you!!!

Dr Ram, Bindu V, Litan D., Donna J, Shadow, Sandra A., Peter Durgan, 
Giorgio V., Mystic Rose, BL Devnath and of course our Nette.
Thank you for being kind and rewinding and replying to every note.
Joseph M., Caleb S., Vincent F., Juliet L., Lucy Carrillo, Scott 37, Johnny R.,
Kelly D., thank you for the honor in always honoring my words

Roger Horsch meets Eileen Ghali, your smile, her smile always made me smile,  
No matter how many miles apart, our smiles always met on the same page.

Jenish, Don J., S.Z. Kamoonpuri, Gideon, Gary, Austin E., and Jody M., 
Fatima N., Mark N., Aiyah B., Ralph F., Kathryn C., Elly, Ayesha A.,
Clay W., Erich, Syam, MIKKI, John B., Olusegun, *Sukmawati* Gwen,
Delysia H., Frederic P., Richard L., Brenda L., Keith, Debbie G.,
Thank you for painting the best IMAGERY 

Michale Clarke, Charma C., Wayland B., Jancarl C., Carrie, and Harry, 
M&M, Abdulhafeez, Michael B., Maria P. S., CHAN and Mandy T.
You are only the beginning of what makes this a good community

Arlid A., Dinda M., Silly Billy, Tim Ryerson, we go way back.
Ravindra, Kim M., Richard S., Honestly JT., Wade A., Dom-X.
The ingredients in your poems, makes the best soup remix

Joe M., Jack H., James H., James P., Tim B., Jon A. C., Allan K., Matthew A.
Deb Wilson, David S., David William, Thomas S., Cecilia M. 
Keep that pen flowing for tomorrow needs poets like you.

Justin B., Laura B., your words will continue to be a part of me.
Owen Y., and John L., your visits, your friendship I will never forget

Yasmin and Carl F., hanging out with you on the soup was the best.

Cherl Dunn, and Colleen Bono, SandyIvy, I will miss everything about you, 
Mostly I will miss your friendship and the way you took care of me.

Poet and sister Skat, keep rocking what I can't.... 
Copy paste your love, welcome in the new.
Show Edwina, Robin, Sam B., and all the NEW POETS they belong

Last but not least-- Behind every mess, they are the best 
--Craig Cornish and Cyndi McMillan
What have you done, I admit without you this place would have been no fun.
Thank you for the spin, making every penny worth our paid premium memberships

Before I forget, 
I want to take this time to reminisce and add two old friends to my hot list.
Nikko and Chris A..... My first POETRY SOUP FRIENDS.
I will never forget you, and all the fun moments we had,
Back when the soup was not like this:) 
Chris, can you ever forgive me, I never stepped up to say "I was Sorry!"

As you know my kindness is my weakness 
Now it's time to be strong and move on 
If one day I return, then you know, I fell off the wagon
And, into arms and luring fingers of Team Poetry Soup
AAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNN!

Love 
The Poet Destroyer

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
Too hard for me to say goodbye
For all apparent reasons why
Even though we all know it must be
Each heart will someday stop the beat
When the rhythm of life, and silence, finally meet
.
Yet I always seem so surprised 
To find that death is part of life 
Knowing that regret, will now haunt my every rhyme 
The specter called "if only", will inhabit every line.
Wish I could arbitrate a deal to have gained a little time
Just one more talk with Sissy, to ease my guilty mind. 
.
And the sun now sets on my regrets
I gamble on time and lose each bet
Thinking I'll move on and yet, 
here I set . . .
Wishing for one more time 
One more pun
One more smile 
That will never come 
.
If I could just recall the things you said that mattered to you most.
Memories un memorized
That now I'll never know
Years of conversation when I didn't pay attention
Times I should have said I love you 
And somehow failed to mention
.
Then when you tried to tell me you felt your time was drawing near
Your selfish little brother pretended not to hear.
Even when you did your best,  and tried to let me know
You'd made your peace and you were ready, and that for you . . . 
It was simply time to go

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2015




Details | Free verse |
My heart cr ump led like the screwed up scraps of paper now languishing in the trash bin okay, so I write humourous poems ... I rarely write 'free verse' or 'perfect' iambic pentameter yet you lambasted me Your cruel words tore me apart my writing style will NEVER be good enough to please YOU So screw you... YOU'VE WON I QUIT My pen will bleed no more scaly scabs now prevent the ink from running ... 04~20~17

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017

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 | Free verse |
My words seep onto the page like poetic tears Drip Drip Drip Words once leached from every inch of my psyche Now my friends, my time has come It is time for me to depart The light in my life is fading Soon it will be extinguished I will be gone from your lives forever … Yet my words will always remain I have been on a journey of a lifetime Writing changed my life forever I’ve shared my hopes and dreams The good times and the bad With laughter and tears If you have one memory of me Remember how I made you smile I will never spill a drop of ink again It’s finally time to say adieu For it is too late for goodbyes These are the final words I will ever write … Until we meet again For contest 26th August 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
Leafs fall
Fall leaves
Snow cascades
Fairy tail dreams of virgin white
Winter leaves me
To spring raindrops
They wash me away
The summer heat torments and burns
Fall arrives by the wind
The wind takes me away
I leave

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |
Weeeeel, It's friday night
And I got my fiddle 
Alfred's here 
And he starting to niggle
I said call the dance
And make those folks wiggle
Here at the Soup hoe down

He stood at the mike
And started talkin' silly
with a Do-se-do
Just like a Hillbilly
With an allemande left
Hypocrites to the right
Sashay now, well into the night

Then He called a promenade
With a roll away
Cause He never made a poem
That made Poem of the Day
With a see-saw-taw
And a circle to the line
Freddie slip the clutch
And said good-bye to the grind 

 




Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
A sudden glimpse took me by wonder, 

when I saw a blink to those eyes.

A little faith, a promise of forever,

I still hold tight to kiss the sky.



If  tomorrow has plan not be cursed.

I'll wipe away the pain we once had chased.

Cos' I know by then you wouldn't leave me.

We can share devotion 'til  eternity.



I once heard you swore in the night.

Under the moonlit shadow our two hearts are blind.

The wind has whispered that forever you're mine.

Shared the warmth of our souls that unite.



Too late,too long the hour has flicked.

the doorway to heaven is barely wait.

Will you be there waiting while I am on grief.

Beside your tomb I promised to love you, my fate.





** 8th Place Winner In Kelly Deschler's Contest: HEART AND SOUL**

Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |

   Disappearing: A List

         • Leave for no destination in particular.
         • Plastic surgery. 
         • Burn my wallet and shoes.  
         • Buy or steal an identity;  
           become another. 
         • Run into the forest,
           wear a wolf’s skin,
           look and smell  
           wolfish downwind. 
         • Yield my being in 
           an intimate exchange, 
           to the thrall of   
           scotch or peyote or cocaine 
           or intense pleasure or pain.  
        • Be subsumed into the
           collective mind of a cult  
           or the Secret Service 
           or the Carthusians
        • Become young rather than old.
        • Die, just because.

   It’s just a list of possibilities. 
   Nothing more.
   Not a complete one at that.




Copyright © Jack Jordan | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
I want to forget the headlines
Or stated by the news team
Another soldier shot dead
Makes me want to scream

The family must  be distraught
With it blasted  on the news
Do the news editors ever give a thought
Of how this is shattering to the nerves

I am not saying that we shouldn't know
But not in such a dramatic way
As though the government worries
About a single life so far away

The bodies are flown home
People line the streets in respect
Everytime a plane has landed
The people of Wootten Bassett*

I would like to forget these scenes
But if I let it happen
I wouldn't be any better 
Than our government  who allows 
these girls and boys
To return home in a coffin


* Wootten Bassett. Is the small town and the route that the cars take from the plane to wherever they are heading.
Each and every coffin is given this respect no matter what time of day or night it arrives.

Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
she wake up this morning 
with last night tears in her eyes 
she don't want to face the truth 
that this is the final goodbye 

she wants to give her love 
to a heart that's not alive 
to a heart that's still breathing 
but nothing left in it to survive 

she wants to give hope 
to a heart that's torn to pieces 
to a heart that keeps on bleeding 
through the crack and creases 

I didn't mean to hurt her 
she only has herself to blame 
she keeps trying to light a fire 
when there was no fuel for the flame 

I never offered more than friendship 
that's a fact I made so clear 
you keep looking for emotions 
when there was nothing there 

The hardest part of any friendship 
is sometimes you fall in love 
that's the price you pay with friendships 
its a game of push and shove 

we wish things would stay the same 
when it's time to say goodbye 
and when although we know the truth 
we still treat it like its a lie 

so I know that she's hurting 
but I know its not my fault 
she was looking for sugar 
in a bag of salt 

she wants to give her love 
to a heart that cant receive 
but I'm not looking to hurt her 
with deceptions and to cause her grieve 

how can I give my love 
when it belong with someone else 
its has not been mines to give 
for many many years 

so this is goodbye 
please try to understand 
this is a huge universe 
and things don't always go as you plan 

the only woman that I ever love 
she took my love and went way away 
and like a fool I will keep waiting 
and hoping she return to me one day

Copyright © kasim ishmael | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
In my first day at poetry soup she dropped by to welcome me
 I was scared from being alone - I mean there's so much left to learn
But nicely she came believing in what I will be
Lovely SKAT I hate to say goodbye
These words just grab tears in my eyes 
I'm gonna miss you and miss your sweet soul
Your leaving will cause the soup a big damn hole
 I wish you the best from all of my heart
 I wish that nothing ever do tear you apart
I hope you get back real soon
To be our delightful , bright,  shiny moon

Copyright © Dalia Shahein | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
Because I'm Ready To Grow Up

I have had enough 
Enough with the happy times

I'm ready to take on the stress
No more playground or bubbles baths please
Enough with the piles and piles of mess
I'm grown up now ready for change

I had it with being a baby bird
I don't want to be fed I don't want to cry
I want to get out of the nest, spread my wings 
I want to take flight in the sky so high

I had enough of the princess dresses 
Get rid of those Barbie dolls
Throw away all those plastic high heels
And bring on the teenage texting of Lols

Don't u get it I've had enough
I'm ready to grow up to break out of the shell
I'm prepared to take on life's earthquakes 
Waiting for the day when I'll have stories to tell

Princesses and fairies will never be real
There is nothing in the world that's free
You don't magically have a happy ending
All i can be in life is me

So I'm ready to grow up
To escape the magical world
For you have to earn whatever you want
Nothing comes in a pink sparkly twirl


So I've had enough
Rip my childhood apart
I'm happy to face the impending future
drown the happy memories in my heart

Copyright © Sapphire Williams | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism |
Goodnight my Fair Maiden,
I shall see you once again.
In the year of our Lord,
At the gloomy dawn of Mankind.
As the Red Sun reaches over the treeline,
Far in the East.
I shall see you again.

Don't fear our love,
For my love for you is eternal.
Too see this eternal love
I have for you,
It is hard to feel and very diffcult to see.

When you wake the next morning
and escape your long night of slumber
and your surrealist life,
being played in a cloud of imagination.
You'll soon come to reality 
and find me there.
Knocking upon your chamber door.

Come now!
Get dressed in your evening, silk dress.
and let us go dance under the stars,
till the moon falls to the West and the Sun rises in the East.
Oh, how you are a lovely dancer and how the twilight shines bright
along you shinny and silk laced hair.

And your hair my sweet and fair maiden,
oh, how I love to see it bounce with life
when you twirl and dance into my arms.

You are beautiful and I wish I couldn't leave you,
but as the day turns to night, I have to leave.
I wish I could take you on a long walk through the parks
and courtyards, and walk along the sprinkled streets of the cities filled with life.
Pick you a beautiful bouquet of roses from the gardens of beauty and give them to you
with surprise.

I love you so much
My love for you is indeed hard to tell to you,
but I can show you.
Tomorrow though, for tonight I must say...
Goodnight my Fair Maiden.
For tomorrow you'll be in my arms once again.

Goodnight my Fair Maiden
I shall leave you with a kiss that shall last a lifetime.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
Three of my chickens are dead and they have left a hole in my heart,
I want to mark their passing, prove that they were alive and very much loved by me,
They were real, breathing and full of life from the start,
Oh they made me laugh, so hilarious and quirky; such fun hidden away on our allotment, 
They did no great deeds, were not famous and hardly anyone knew they were there,
Alert and trusting, they followed my steps, looked at me with their heads to one side, wondering and seeing,
They slept in my arms and closed their tiny eyes when I stroked under their beaks,
Laid eggs and loved wholemeal bread, sometimes combining the two in to a healthy treat in their run, pecking and pinching whatever they could, 
Stood on my spade when I was trying to dig, and ate the biggest worms I ever did see,
Had me running in circles to catch them, jumped out of the hutch when I thought I’d put them in,
Kicked over their food tin so I’d give them more and always hid in the shed,
Rearranged their sleeping compartments when I had just cleaned them out, kicking the neat straw all over,
Ate all of my winter cabbages and nibbled at my sprouts, sat on the compost heap and looked around, Queens of the allotment!
Were brave in the face of danger, survived against the odds,
When poorly, they slept cozily in my basement, and understood when it was time to die,
They may have only been chickens to most, but to me they were my friends,
Always pleased to see me, they needed me, and greeted me loudly every day,
Three lives have been taken, but I will not forget them,
I will look back and smile, and talk kindly of Muriel, Edith and Ethel,
For they were the three hens that taught me that all life is precious, no matter how unnoticeable and small. 

Copyright © Fran Slimon | Year Posted 2014

Details | ABC |
You send bolts through my skin 
something I was never to 
accomplish with you, when I 
saw you it's like my heart sank 
to my stomach and I was in 
shock my body still my body 
heavy felt like when I moved I 
was about to fall to my knees 
you make me want to get 
inside my brain pick you up and 
take you out pick you one by 
one like a flower because I do 
love you and love you not.

Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |
Gravity pulls my tears into pools.
Im sinking in sorrow -emotional fuels. 

Just turn back the time, I just want a moment. 
To say goodbye once, to cherish and own it. 

I loved my granddad - a man more than great.
Paired with my Granny as the perfect mate. 

A montage of memories that rush my soul.
My eyes fill with tears, I'm losing control. 

Just keep it together, it's what he would want. 
They all say the same, but I stand in front. 

Happiness swells, yet sadness prevails.
Like Christ on the cross, with hands full of nails. 

Life has a reason, and death isn't treason.
-It's moving on up.. A lifetime's a season. 

I look to the sky and say my goodbye.
The time won't turn back, I gave it a try. 

I close my eyes and imagine this-
Paradise in a place full of bliss. 

World peace in a piece of the world.
Without loss and bombs never hurled. 

Snow that falls that doesn't freeze.
Sun that shines that doesn't cease. 

A land where "The forever" is real.
A scene where the sick always heal.

Life with infinite love, like gusts in the wind.
Two little doves, with eternities to spend. 

God has a plan, fool-proof to the core. 
Now Granddad's with him, a reward of much more. 

-Yours Truly

Copyright © Yours Truly | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |



I'm nuts about you
You fill my mouth with joy
We must say goodbye ... someday
My heart would burst ... without you
I don't have the strength
Forgive me
I leave you with tears
 ...
No more chocolate (?)
 ...
 ... I could struggle to get free, but I would rather give in
 ...
 ... not today ... 









  22.06.2016
  Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
Feeling like we are growing apart, broken trust is the process how it starts.
Adulteration I suddenly became, a substance that tends to contaminate.
I lessen in the value of your love, from me being unfaithful committing adultery.
You start to deprecate expressing the hate, your disapproval begins to belittle.
Me saying sorry holds no weight.
Abomination arousing your feelings of disgust leaves my head hung.
 Pulling triggers on a gun, decapitation from hurting your feelings.
I pray for forgiveness, I start to feel demented.
Love turns to mental illness; I diminish.
Do not walk away, please just listen when I told you I love you, I meant it.
If you can have mercy on me it will be a blessing. 
A disposition to forgive, I promise to never do it again.
I cannot lose you; you are my collagen the protein that feeds my bones.
If you could love me once, we shall overcome.
If you can look me in my eyes and tell me your love for me has died, I will regretfully stand a side.
My cheating heart slowly withers apart.
Love that was once pure and true has now became nonexistence, since the moment I betrayed you.
You started your modifications as your emotions start the process of changing.
I watch you turn into a mutant because of my cheating.
I know there is nothing I can say to comfort you.
Your heart is hurting just as much as mines do.
As I watch your heart tear apart, both of our heart beats stop.
Devitalize as we weaken the consistency of our relations.
 We both became a cheating heart descended inheriting emotional characteristics.
Our hearts dying slowly, while pretending to be living simply coexisting.

Copyright © twanna Irisha | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
I will grow old
I tremble in the cold
None to care
I have nothing to fear...

But my love is alive
Though I strive
Beautiful roses to pluck
Yet I am stuck..

I grow old with wrinkle
Yet I will kinker
You will always remain in my mind
This is how you will find...

Copyright © Surajit Dahal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Didactic |
In this weird game of Kings and Pawns,
Battles are won, battles are lost.
It’s the rich and wealthy who ultimately rule;
While the rest are mere serfs and thralls.

It does not really matter who you are –
Whether lofty or lowly, mighty or czar
Black or white, pauper or star,
Or which side you are on; in this game of life.

You have to leave the stage, you have to die.
And while you rest in the wooden box, you see
the same kings and pawns, now in par
Feeling the same bruises, having the same scars.

Copyright © Radhika Bhangolai | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
Etched in history, 23rd March 2015 marks the death of an architect of a small country..
When he passed away, Lee Kuan Yew left behind Singapore a most vibrant country..
His was 7 days of mourning to mark the passing for this  towering personality....
It was only proper seeing how greatly this one man had steered his country....
 
Here in Malaysia, we look around for one of such a gigantic stature...
Though history tells us of Dr Mahathir and of his performance as Prime Minister..
Although the facts of history tell of his iron fist rule since day one...
This write is not to belittle Malaysia nor its patriarch of a Prime Minister..

Neither is it to praise the wonders of his 22 years that he administered. .
Rather this piece is a small effort to mark the passing of one statesman...
With supreme farsight and exemplary principles that answers to no man..
Save his beloved subjects in a brave little nation called Singapore...

Bereft of rich natural resources, this brave nation would have been poor...
Until up stood this man with an unwavering belief in pursuing the best...
Declaring Singapore has not the time to pause for poetry or the rest...
"Good, better, best, never let it rest, 'Til your good is better and your better, best"..

That in essence sums up how a tiny nation stewarded by an indominable Lee Kuan Yew...
Managed to outpaced the rest of the world to launch a tiny nation born anew..!
Rest in peace, O great man now that you're done on the earth...
Nations all world all over will rightly  mark your passing here on earth...

This passing on of a visionary statesman who catapulted Singapore to greatness...
Leaves all of  Singapore mourning your loss with unfathomable pain and sadness... 
The world all over sings high praises of this extraordinary man of vision...
Rest in peace O Great One , you have well earned your place in Heavens..


Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |
Written September 8, 2013


Hey dear lover
Can you make me a believer in another
We both know that it's killing us this way
'Cause the ends of the earth still move
And the falling leaves dance in circles
All around you
Cutting holes in the paper
On which I write this letter
Saying, "I really hope that this gets better"
For the sake of involved
Before this binding resolution gets resolved

But I don't mind chasing thunder
Through the darkest nights
But if I never find the light
Then I just might lose my sight, over you
But what's the use
You've only caused me more and more abuse
That's why I write this letter
Saying, "why'd I ever think that it'd get better"

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
He says he loves me then he says he loves me not
He loves me today but by tomorrow I'm forgot 
He runs from my love but returns wanting more
I guess I'm to blame for letting the traveler explore, 
See travellers just wander and are never here to stay
They admire the scenery and enjoy the display 
They tour the land and ride the attractions
So memories become their only subtractions,
They search for an experience that is what they yearn
The condition once they leave is none of their concern!
So how can the land be devoted and true 
When travellers come and go out of the blue.
The present is now and where he's travelled to,
But the past he calls home so he must return soon
Most likely just a visit although time can only tell, 
But what he lusts is in this land and he knows it very well
He may call that place home but its this land that he seeks
Travellers on a mission never realize until they hit their peek
He continues to damage this land down to its core 
So what's left to offer when their is nothing left in store?
The resources were depleted and the land left bare
He comes and goes as he pleases it doesn't seem fair;
See this land has been abused time and time again
Seeds that were planted, were means to an end
But pleasure and satisfaction was always accomplished
Because this land provided where the homeland was disadvantaged!
But despite the history and despite the trust
Submit to his urges is something he must.
So this time around his departure is permanent 
Lack of faith and loyalty was the final determinant.
The damage he caused cannot be rendered,
So his visitation rights he has surrendered!
So leave this land I say and never look back
This is the path you chose I hope you can stay on track,
Cause travellers have memories of the lands they have stained
But the land only remembers the one that remained!

Copyright © Nicolette Holness | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
This time never seem to come but right from the beginning it stood by the door and never knocked. Nearer it comes but acting like a mirage allowing me privileges, opportunities, experiences and Life itself. Is it the Joy of having new friends and family? Or drinking from the cup of new acquaintances? Is it the adventure of a different environment? And its ability to create a new personality in me? I'll surely miss them all and all that took part in making my completeness a reality. I divide my heart into six portions to my friends, who are a bridge to where I am today and served as the paddle for my sail to greatness. to my instructors, both great and small who showed me the path with less thorns and stones and opened my eyes to see beyond the hill. to my 'dears' who balanced my Life and made my manly wholeness an actualization. to simple familiarities who shared the fruit of life from a distance and protected our respect like a new born child. to critics who trippled the magnitude of my consciousness and are always down the cliff when I'm about to fall. Irrespective of their motive have kept my reputation as strong as the toughest compounds of carbon. To haters, you make me stay in the right path and refrained me from crossing the thin line between fantasy and reality. Notwithstanding your contempt my love for and to you remains bountiful and pure. Goodbyes are the hardest words to say. But your smiles are in my genes, your helping hands, make up my memories. And your love is what I see when my eyes stay closed. Though we say goodbyes now I'll always carry you along wherever I go. In tears, I say.................. I MISS YOU SO DEARLY.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
Goodbye soul-digger,the music is done
we've reached the heaven on it's peak
Wake up little darling, and rest on your feet
This is the last hour that we should've missed.


Goodbye to our last dance,
tomorrow is not  ours to hold.
Let's cherish each moment like its the end
Thank you for the memories that wouldn't fade.

Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
Enjoy our parting day
the young girl child,
now full-grown wise Elder,
reminded me,
the brother she had taught to flex male muscle
without overbearing her Sister Gaia powers.

On this classic sun-baptizing fragrant May morning,
reflecting this same gently caressing day I was born
into earlier centuries of flowering cultures,
she prepares to leave me
perhaps forever
as the length of our pilgrimage together
grows long enough to tip more poignant hello
into operatic final exit goodbyes.

I remember what I might have felt at two,
when she joined me
inviting me into our special shared world,
loving our polycultural identities,
nondual twins since infant-fairy magic,
not having previously known
how lonely love is without her.

Now, to stare remaining years ahead
without seeing and feeling her morning through evening present voice,
facing my own ecology of each Ego identity dying alone,
inevitably without her, or anyone,
dying without incarnate memories
of unconditionally cooperative love.

I remember
at two or three,
toddling outdoors in my most terrifying wild ways
exploring gardens and barns
chickens and pigs and milkcow domesticated wildness,
and returning to your crib to report back
all these wonderful worlds we would welcome
if you could only learn to walk and talk
with me.

I need not say farewell
as I learn to see forward as dying
into these deep rich memories
of learning to walk and talk with Sister Gaia's Welcome,
yet sometimes tipping, Wagon.

Chauvinist anthro-elitism
disappears as we stop over-investing in dominant negative
competitive
Yang, outweighing Yin's more integrally inclusive flow powers,
politically and economically,
personally and as a species,
intergenerationally and cross-culturally
now under-invested in multiculturing mutual-equity cooperative investments.

What is our mutual time-investment balance on this farewell date?
Do our mutual equity values line up, match, balance, absorb any lifetime losses?
Sister Gaia's regenerative trends
grow ever deeper cooperative equity-reinvestment designs,
plans,
policies and procedures for further self and other development
through EarthTribe Revolutions,
PolyPathic EcoConsciousness,
WinWin Life as LoveGame Health Theory.

We give evil, dissonant farewells,
nondual negative Janus-faces of Yang/Yin imbalance,
power
by seeing these toxins and poisons
and personifications of DeviL,
as other than absence of good
Yang/Yin balanced nutritional Co-Creation Stories.

This Final Farewell Memory
eternally coarising
Earth's Embryonic UnFolding
of Love as stretching BiLateral Time's Black Hole
(0)Rigin Tipping MidWay ReVolutions
Yang(+) = Yin(-,-)
ThermoDynamic Prime Eulerian Co-ReGenerative Universal Function
Intelligent ZenZero Tao-Balanced fractal RNA-iconic-ionic enlightenment
as Time's bilaterally unfolding regenerate matters
of EarthTribe's healthy enculturating-revolving futures.

Final Farewell
remembering my original embryonically environmental Hello,
Here We Are
together again-still
incarnating in and out,
back and forth,
up as down,
Yang-out as Yin-in.

While Autumn farewell bears time's reputation for messy falls from grace,
this is prophesied in spring seedling beginnings
bearing message memories merging coarising births
of EarthTribe multigenerational,
polypathic,
His/Her Creation Story,
coarising nondual identities,
within Earth's ecology of regenerate-revolving design,
seasonal praxis,
culturally deep enriching outcomes,
by turning down RightFisted AnthroSupremacy
to balance Left/Right Zero-Centric EcoSystemic Investment
and divestment, double-negative equivalent
WinWin DiPolarity Outcomes
ReGenerate Network Game Theory Development
of Form
from BiLateral-Temporal Prime Relational (0)-FractalFunction.

Enjoy this parting day
I have so loved beginning again together,
our mutually co-invested Creation Story.

Enjoy our continuing 
final farewell day.










Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
Jump up and down like a jackrabbit
running through meadows
running from what?
Could it be heartbreak,
a venemous snake that hides in the grass,
hiding with fangs ready to pierce the tender skin
upon the tight, bronze flesh of everyday life?
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now!
I need a vacation a long way away from the faceless smiles
and ignorance of young girls, who don't look at you,
who don't show you love and respect.
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now,
as jumping spiders hop everywhere, crawling eight legs around me
my soul black like carcoal, but my heart still beating
slower this time, not like the days before
and like the jackrabbit running from anything and everything,
I run to seek love and vanish away from the empty voids
that people call, their souls.
Recording a film with no tape,
talking to a woman you love, but not having the guts to tell her how you really feel
Jump my boy, like a jackrabbit, take my advice
tell her before she leaves
turns down the endless avenues of endless dark love
the trees grow taller, taller than you
and you sit there feeling away yourself die, missing out in life.
I cannot see you lose your love.
Say it, say it, Say it!!! Tell her! Tell her! Build the guts up!
Build up the courage, tell her how you feel. Take her by the hand and never say goodbye! Never say goodnight, stay with her till the flight comes in the morning
of the first rays of sun shine through your dorm room take her and love her!
Do not be like me, the jackrabbit! I see no happiness
Reading poetry it makes me sad,
to write of others falling in love and I never finding the one.
People tell me, you'll find yours, have hope
but I am a frightened little jackrabbit
who flees from sounds of deep emotions, not having courage to fall in love,
not building the guts up to tell her how I really feel.
She walks alone, I find my oppertunity and sing my love song
She smiles and moves on,
please tell me I cannot fight anymore.
All I have to say is Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
I need a vacation
to go to some sandy beach on an island of love
and write and write and write, the same poetry that depresses me
but makes you all fall in love with words!
Fiction about love stories, please kiss me
Blue eyed death comes, plays a game of chess with me
I bet twenty, he bets my soul
Kiss me death, the only love I'll ever get,
besides my poet friends who kiss my ass
Listen to my heart, truely, I don't write of beauty
I write for the sorrow soul, the fleeing jackrabbit
running away from love.....

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
You said you got my back
But when i turn around i see no one
You promised to make me special
But am feeling so cheap,damn am on special
You thought you love me perhaps 
But now am drinking a litre per-herbs 
Shit felt like you stabbing my heart and now it disturbs
The blood flow now my heart is leaking
So i thought i should just write a poem
So ama transport the food myself cause iam my own tube phloem
Neglected my friends and family so it was only just us two
Even got your name on my skin in a form of a tattoo
Die for you? oh yes i would have done that too
Am gone now
Wont even turn back
I'm scared of wrong turns
You watched me as the sun-burns
My forehead,heavy stuff on my mind shit feels like i have four heads
I guess i slept like a log and i just woke up in the fire place
You expected me to fold myself in half like a brief-case
I was going to brief you about the case 
But now i finally stood up
Hold myself together mybe am bio
Five fingers in the air including the palm,bye yooo

Copyright © Tom D Le Poet Le Poet | Year Posted 2014