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Prose Poetry Farewell Poems | Prose Poetry Poems About Farewell

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My Farewell

                      If I forget you, would you remember me?
                       If I still love you, would you still love me?
                      If I fall when old, would you lift me up?
                       If I sleep, would you sleep by me?
                          If I run away, would you follow me?
                       But If I stay, would you stay with me?
                        If I see you, would you recognize me?
                               I know you would Not.
                           That is why, I wish I would whisper 
                               And not hear myself. 
                                   I wish I could cry 
                                   not feel my tears
                                    nor feel my fears.
                               Tonight, my final Farewell.
                                     Therese Bacha
                                     24 August 2014

Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2013

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Remember Me Like this

Remember me (like this)… A smile that made your heart Feel lighter A word that made your Day brighter An embrace you only wanted To be tighter Please remember me… Like this Forget the frowns Forget the pouts Forget the downs The angry bouts Forget the times I wasn’t there Forgive me for that Frigid stare and… Remember me like this… A hug whenever you Needed one A back rub… late at night A place to go to When you felt so low A touch that felt So right Remember me… The provider for the family Companion always there Old friend and confidante Cuddly Teddy bear Gentle soul with good intentions A moral man who could not lie Humble man with no pretensions A man you can’t forget, even if you try A stubborn man…I’ll give you this A simple man…tho’ a bit remiss A man always ready with a tender kiss So when, (and if…) you reminisce Please remember me …Like this…

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2014

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Touching to sea essence with their noses
Old men  by the seashore
Sails up flags waving goodbye
Gulls laughing
Don Coto's Face brown and wrinkled
Smiles from ear to ear
Prepares for the voyage to gather bounty
From the land the sea to see
The coconut trees
Leaves rubbing against each other
Waiting for their daily drinks to arrive
The sun plays peekaboo
With the rolling clouds of white and blue
Man loading their Cargo
Their wives saddened
Tears flowing 
Nearby laughter
Josélito Negrita and Tony
Chasing down fiddlers 
by the mangroves
Oblivious they are
Life is just fun and games
Atop the hill
The river flows endlessly
Mi madre Maria tomasa
Is at the river bed
Washing clothes
Andre the fiery
She's beautiful, radiant black hair green eyes
Strong yet loving she was
I miss her my family mi familia
My people mi gente
My culture mi cultura
Mi India Borincana
With your music of love 
Life and lore
I will never forget you
Dreams never die
Although years may pass
I'll shall return 
Just like my 

           All rights reserved
              A Camacho jr.
                1996 -2015

Copyright © Tonytocaa Camacho | Year Posted 2015

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Confederate Flag

Poet:  Ken Jordan 
Poem:  Confederate Flag
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan 
written:  July/2015

      O'Dirty South,.....U'Dirty South 
your hatred, and storied history - is sadly 

        Antebellum South, Your staunch 
racist beliefs was in place, long before
the honourable General Robert E. Lee, 
raised the Confederate Flag, in the battle 
between the States -

      Since the Civil War, your, "Stars and Bars," 
has flown over the worst of times 
In America -

       As recent a time, in Georgia,
North Carolina, and South Carolina,
where seven black churches burned down
to the ground -

       Nine worshiper's were killed in
South Carolina, and the Confederate flag 
was flown - 

       The White House, is looking into the 
"on-going," black church burning epidemic.

        Meanwhile, the deep, and deadly wounds 
of my people, stains the Confederate flag-

       My ancestors blood, is the RED 
that covers the dirty "Symbol Of Southern 

        Yet, to this day, it still fly's over most 
State buildings, and in offices, in the Dirty South -

It have flown:
Over slaves on Southern
plantations -

It have flown:
the lynching of blacks -

It have flown:
the burning of black
cremated in public squares -

It have flown:
In restaurants, rest rooms,
and public water fountains-

It was flown
by an Ally of confederate's, who was willing to die in defence of Slavery's abolishment -

       When the South seceded from the Union, all HELL broke loose, and the Confederate Flag, was born -

was the

Treason -


A "Battle Flag"
Hate crimes
black people -

       That flag, still fly's high today; through the 
smoke, and ashes of black churches, burning down 
all over the South - past and present.

       Even now, The KKK, Ayran Faction, and 
skinheads, all raise the confederate flag,
to honour White Power, and White Supremacy - 

       America, its been one hundred, and fifty five 
years since the Civil War - it's way past time to put 
an end to bigotry and racism.  

       Let your voice's be heard, the Confederate Flag,
 should never be raised again, not now, not ever -

Copyright © Ken Jordan | Year Posted 2015

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Farewell Old Friend

 I take a dose of my own medicine and gage on my pride. Bitter sweet truth, leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Realization that it's time for me to move on. Admitting defeat, accepting the truth. You are my best friend, as a matter of fact, you have been my only friend for years now. I've been leaning on your crutches and using you as an excuse. Enabled by your constant presence, my loneliness has become my personal sanctuary. Practically giving up hope on everyone else, we hid from our fear. Hiding in our room, where our beds were always made to our liking. Obsessing over solitude; avoiding the entire world. Putting up emotional walls that are only identifiable through our actions. Afraid to open up to people, I limited my emotional availability. Giving it only to you. Being Just a little off, just enough to keep people away. You constantly make me feel inadequate. It's hard to hold my head up high, when you are consistently putting me down. Please understand that it's not you, it's me. I am my own best friend and it's time for me to move on. It won't be easy getting over myself. It's been a blast and I'll never forget you. I'm going to move on and never look back. Reality is only a phone call away and my own head can be a tough place to be. I'm dropping you like a bad habit. This chapter of my life is coming to a close. Farewell old friend. 

10th Place in SKAT A Contest

Copyright © Ir0nic ZiNk | Year Posted 2016

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Farewell Finale

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
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,
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,
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,
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

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Without you

This morning when I woke up in an unfamiliar place, dark and empty.
There were no doors, no windows I was trapped.
No light, I could not see.
No air, I could not breathe.
I cried out for help, no one could hear me.
Alone and smothering as the rhythm of my heartbeat grew weak until there was no beat.
The glimpse of my soul once filled with vibrant life now fades away as dark as the place I find myself.
Wait this in not a room,
Wait this is not a place.
But, this is my world without you.
Dark, empty, alone and hurting.
I am alone in the dark
A shadow covers the beam that once lite up my life,
My heart is empty,
My dreams shattered,
This is my world without YOU!

Copyright © Patricia Mitchell-Nunn | Year Posted 2014

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Gator Bait Series 2nd Crossing the Line

It’s that time of year when I think of you....
And all the strange things we used to do...
We were young and cast our fate to the wind...                                                  
Regardless of the message that we might send..
Out to the world , cause we didn’t care...                                                                       
And that’s what brings me here to share....
You treated me just like a queen honey bee..                                                                
And I believed and worshiped thee...
We shared our ups and downs together...                                                                        
In thick and thin and stormy weather...
What was mine was mine and yours was mine.....                                                         
And we never ever crossed that line !
I assumed it would always be just you and me...                                                            
As no one else appealed you see....
My friends said you will break my heart...                                                                       
But I told them that, I was just too smart....
As I remembered , what I was taught....                                                                         
That no one could control my thought...
And then it happened I lost my heart....                                                                          
My bracelet, my watch and my college  ring...
And then you did that awful thing...                                                                               
You lied , you cheated , you  had stolen my bling...
And that’s why now you aren’t around....                                                                       
Plus no way... will you EVER.... be found....
Cause I live where the GATOR is king......                                                                        
And...like no one steals my BLING !

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

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Forever I am You

You believe me to be an altruistic man as I smile with sneering reluctance. 
You may think me gentle as I extend my hand in goodwill, but degraded am I as I wistfully watch my hand recoil from your filthy phalanges with its foul clutch. 
You wave me off poised as I stand here in this field laden with perennial flowers as they stir aloft, but unbeknownst to you I berate you as you retreat afoot and go forth from my company into the night. 
You deliver beautiful words in my image unto your friends, but I carry your name with seething indiscretion into the fire.
You entitle me as a "friend", but I explicitly fornicate your secrets as I spitefully scathe and scoff unto you.
You divulge your mysteries but I deprecate them and take exception to your standing as I plunge you within rueful nether worlds foreboding in treachery and wretchedness...
Why? For I have no pride unto you.
You place your life you into my palm and recite proverbs appealing for my heart unto yours, but guileful am I and in wicked glee do I carry unto the grave your beauty with its secrets. 
You inscribe me as a "fiancée" into forever without recognising the falsifier whose witness bears mistaken. 
You smile as your recite dreams aforementioned in times bygone, but I chastise you, and your children do I condemn into hell for their fondling fledgling and fornicated perversions.  

You call me a "friend", but I am forever you

Copyright © Benjamin David | Year Posted 2013

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Second Opinions

By Curtis Johnson

It seemed so clear and plain to me that those urges for repetitive behaviors and tendencies were hard to tame.

It seemed that there simply was no recourse from a life locked in “drive” on a one way street that always ended up the same.

Like a loaded locomotive headed across the plains, providing no great views of mountains or rivers; there too was a longing inside of me to stop and get off  this fast train.

As our lives approach the setting of the sun, and the evening star appears, it seems appropriate to take a little more time to contemplate, meditate, and rearrange.

I thinks perhaps it’s true that there is sometimes less to be gained from vain repetition; and sometimes, I think  that second opinions are required to relieve         more pain.

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

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Love can overwhelm so quickly
It can make you act silly
Only time spent will tell what is to be

I wanted love
That highest of human emotion
But a brother I was to you

Our friendship which I nurtured and grew so carefully
Scattered to the wind so quickly
It crumbled with a soul wrenching ferocity
That leaves my heart heavy

A heavy price for my greed I paid
I now brood in dark despair
Displaying my sorrow for all to see

The embarrassment of showing my hand
And the rejection of wanting more is too hard to bear
I want to fade away
And sleep for eternity
In the graveyard of actions
That brought nought but misery

I will always remember how I held you dear
I wanted more so I could always keep you near
It was more than anyone or you ever dared

I wish you well
My longed for
My forever I will yearn for friend

The seed that was planted
Gave life to a relationship
That matured too early
And is now no more

I wish for chances anew
But I know I will never want anything
But all of you

Always dear to me you will be
But I have no choice but
To set you and me free
From a friendship wrecked by me

Copyright © evrod samuel | Year Posted 2013

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Two Boys from the Bay

  Two boys lived by the glistening waters of the bay
   They were best friends, running through the grassy marshes
   Up and down the way
    Chasing pelicans as they played
    I would watch the two boys from the bay having fun everyday
   Until the untimely day when the war came and took them away.

  Two boys---soldiers now they had become
   Carrying guns and ammunition, heavy as a ton
   Fighting a war that must be won
   A war caused be nothing they had done

   Two boys were killed today
    In a land so far away from their beloved bay
    One boy died trying to save the other boy
    The other boy is the one, I called
     My son 

Copyright © Ann Bernstine | Year Posted 2016

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Why are we parted ?
without saying farewell
moved on and.. 
left each other..
tears ,sighs everywhere ..
half-broken hearted I'm
half-broken hearted you..may be ..
my days are passing by as quite as your lips
weary nights are all alone..
like a  moon lives alone among throbbing  stars..

you looked into my soul and one day you promised 
that we'll be never apart ..
there was a spell -bound between you and me 
 unheard ..unspoken 
we had to move on together ..forever 
but Alas !! we broke all promises 
you tore my heart ..
and set it on fire .
why are we parted now? 
were we just decepting  each-other ? 
were our hearts lying my dear ?

Now I ask my heart ..
can I forget the moments ?
we shared together 
spent together
laughed together ..
cried together ..

And I find my heart silent 
it's just drowning in sorrow day by day 
Ask your heart my dear ..
what it whispers to you ?
can you forget all those moments ?
we shared together ..
spent together ..

Can you forget my dear ?
can you forget "ME "my dear ?

just ask your heart !!
just ask your heart !!!

Copyright © mona Jalees | Year Posted 2012

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When I’m gone
remember me in tamarind season
reflecting the bitter
sweet of life we shared

Raise eyes 
to the ambers 
and blues of Caribbean skies

Listen to the thunder
and hear my soul 

In the searching winds of time
look for me in the ebb and flow
of  the tides:

Frothing the shores 
with salted memories.

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015

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These Salty Waves Pt 1

What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to say? All these lies you bottled up come sweeping, crashing with the tides. My footing's gone, the ocean real, but how am I supposed to feel? And here I am, a drowning mess, a loveless lie, I do protest. And here I am a drowning mess. So all those things you said to me? Where they just lies out of pity? So all those things you said to me? Or am I lost in salty waves? Yes I know my future's grave. Or am I lost in salty waves?And now the panic in my head, when I should be tucked up in your bed, reels and reels right here instead.I'm going down, a sinking ship, funny what name drips off my lips. It is not God, or Angles plenty, or even that I'm just damn ready To let go of the hell and the lies. I'm wishing for your gentle eyes. Or at least the way they always seemed, but perhaps that's just this salty dream. I have no clue what I'm to do! A drowning hopeless mess, for you-- think it's cute, and oh so funny, but here's the bitter truth now honey. I'm going down. There is no help. I can't be saved by God himself. I put my life, my whole world of trust, and you've thrown it away for lust. Well what the hell's a girl to do? I'm just so entranced by you!

Copyright © Erika Raiken | Year Posted 2012

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Autum's Farewell

Autumn’s Farewell

A chill wind rustles through tree branches
Shaking the last of the dying, shriveled leaves,
Softly floating to the ground,
Contributing to the symphony of 
Autumn’s farewell when walked upon..
Squirrels dart about foraging for fallen nuts. 

Summer’s bright afternoon sun
Gives way to Autumn’s brooding light         
Fading earlier each day in anticipation
Of season’s end and of the chill and 
Darkness ahead, with the last leaf
Falling helplessly and inexorably
To the ground.

Spring and Summer’s delight
Fade into memory… as if a fairy tale…
To conjure up when in the midst 
Of the clutch of Winter’s icy spell,
 Watching our hopes and dreams  
 Lying crumpled and faded 
 Under Winters first snowfall.

Oh beautiful Autumn, I feel your pain
Your once glorious mantle of gold…
Your majestic leaves a virtual 
Kaleidoscope of breathtaking hues,
Banished from our sight forever.
But like our youth…the memory
Will live in our hearts forever!
Copyright©2011 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)

For Carol Brown's contest - Leaves, Leaves, Leaves.


Copyright © Beatrice Boyle | Year Posted 2011

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To A Diabolical Moment

A moment
to catch a breath and sigh;
A moment
to pause and shout a cheer;
A moment
to just smile and cry;
A moment
to welcome the healing tear;
Yet, it remains a moment
that’s not without lingering fear.

While the symbolism of racist bigotry
may have disappeared;
So many of its ghostly practices
still remain adhered.
So, don’t forget that flag’s history;
but remember its legendary praxis.

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015

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the loss of a sister

We weren't like friends,
We were like sisters;
Bonded in such a way
That my heart ached when we fought.

You were always there,
In your own peculiar way.
You were always there,
Making light of my problems.
You were always there,
Taking my mind off of everything...
You were always there.

You were never there,
Letting me cry on your shoulder.
You were never there,
When I needed help.
You were never there,
To help me ease my pain...
You were never there.

And yet,
Through all of my misery,
I miss you.
I miss my friend.
I miss my sister.
And we both made mistakes,
Because neither one of us was perfect;
But you made the ultimate mistake.
You doubted my loyalty,
You doubted our friendship,
You doubted me.
But it was you that you should have worried about.
You ruined us.
And yet,
You still blamed me.
You still made me believe
That it was somehow
My fault.
And I hate you for it.
But I hate myself even more;
Because even though I hate you,
And even though you aren't worth it,
I still miss you every second of every day.
I still wish that we could be friends again.
And I hate it;
Because even though I want to,
God I want to,
I can't let go.
I just can't...

Copyright © Aisha Abdelfatah | Year Posted 2015

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One Unforgettable Cry

One Unforgettable Cry
By Curtis Johnson

It was  late in January when I received a call from Chicago
A younger sister called one day and said, “Please listen,
Because our older sister Ella is now missing”.

She said that she was looking everywhere.
Worried, shocked, and sad, I needed more air.
There was a rush of thoughts that I could not bare.

In California, I was so many miles away                                                           I felt helpless and began to pray

The hours slowly passed as we waited to hear,
Hoping so desperately that Ella would soon be near.
Hours turned to days, and I began to feel the pain of fear.

It seems two days passed, and we got word that Ella was found
So happy at first, but as my sister spoke, my head began to pound

She said, “Ella is in the hospital from a terrible accident
From the sound of her voice, I could tell what she meant
Ella had no I D, which was the reason for so much suspense

The night was long;                                                                                something went wrong;                                                                          soon, Ella would be gone
The next day was long;                                                                                I went to the phone;                                                                                Ella was barely hanging on

The doctor told my younger sister that Ella was too weak to survive.
My emotions went wild, when I realized that Ella would not be alive.
Yes, Ella had passed, and deep within me was that unforgettable cry

Originally written around 2007

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

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Wooden Hearts By Lauren Kramer

I love the smell of fresh cut wood. Did you know that? I bet you didn’t know.
Why would you?
You never asked.
Wooden hearts dangling over a baby’s bassinet.
Be not hard like my wooden heart, chipped as a cedar output.
Wood is an insulator right?
Keeping it in like the charge of some electrical outlet cover.
Innocuous scriptures.
A vamp, that shouldn’t have, should have known better.

You should have asked me all my favorites.
I love the smell of wood, for wooden hearts cannot be broken.
Merely splintered and sawed of one’s own, free disposition and handiwork.
Let’s carve another organ.
One that can’t do anything but be whole.
Lucky wood.

Poetry is jagged and true, an inconspicuous fopa. 
That’s not it.
I want to write a poem that is capturing.
One in which I can dice the words as may entice if not displease.
Here goes…

Copyright © Lauren Kramer | Year Posted 2015

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What If

What if 
I vanish, 
I vanish from the face
Of the world,
Into an oblivion,
Into the void
Of pitch-darkness
Of nothing beyond.
What if I don't
leave a word
or two, behind for you.
What if I go,
Cold and slow.
What if I draw
grey-black strokes
Before I know
That I'd immerse
lower than low.
What if the day
comes, cheerless
and dull,
Songs of skies
allay and lull
me to sleep.
For eternity.
What if I cease to know
How the emerald
on that grass will glow,
How it feels to wake up
The leaf will stir.
The wind will take you far.
Joys of breathless delight
Would still rupture. 
Countless days will pass.
That my toes do not
touch the grass.
Until a lonely star
On a dust-less night
Will murmur
my name, in your ear.

Copyright © Prakriti PalChoudhury | Year Posted 2013

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Once again Once More

Where to begin " proclaim its not you " just me
You were all I wished you could be
Will that help - set you free?
Please don’t beg, please don’t plea..

There’s no point in asking once again “why”
And you know me " I won’t lie
Gently cutting the cord, severing the tie
Whilst gently whispering my final “good bye”

We’ll always have these moments, imprinted and set
Lest you are worried that maybe I might forget
So there’s no need to curse the day we met
I promise I leave with no thoughts of regret

We gave it all " put in a good try
A heavy heart " a sad sigh
So I say my final “good bye”
Keeping my head held up high

Copyright © Fate Dictates | Year Posted 2014

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I have a pain in my heart
It started this rainy day 
Sitting on your old couch 
Tucked my legs up real tight 
As you sat on your leather chair 
It felt familiar 
Only this time you started to talk 
Talking of times that weren’t good 
And how there are more of these 
Than times that were good 
My eyes started to sting 
I looked into my empty cup 
Then I looked outside 
At the grey skies overhead 
Then at the TV that wasn’t on 
I tried to look everywhere but you 
It was true, there was more bad than good 
But wasn’t that the case for most things?
You told me you still loved me 
I said you were a liar 
Love was something to fight for 
You never did that at all 
You were too busy chasing dreams 
While I counted your footprints 
So now I’m left clutching at my chest 
While you’re counting fool’s gold.  

Copyright © Faith Carmichael | Year Posted 2014

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his name became fame
he spoke gave us hope
he laso knew
what we've go thur
he ran out  gas
his words will last
from wises

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013

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Ghostly foot Prints

Ghostly foot Prints 

There are ghostly foot prints of the past.
Graves not visited and no farewells.
Not knowing the resting place to say goodbuy.
There is nothing to cling to, no special item to put in a treasure chest.
Memories faded like pencil on the paper.

There is ghostly foot prints of the past and shady faces of reality long lost
Image of little hands 
Clinging to a toy bear.
There was letters, but that is gone,
Lost years packed in a box.

If there was a map to where you rest,
With so many questions 
and the tortured mind of never knowing the answers.
Unfinished business of the living and the dead can't speak.
I will have a glas jar filled with crave sand.
That is all you ever was, 
A memory like a faded dream
In a glass jar, some where thats no where.
Locked in a box.

Copyright © alicha Du plooy | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |


Conquest of a heart 
Pouting lips of the one you love
A youthful soul
Memories that skip the ugly bowl

Senses unfold 
Love letters read at a quiet hour
Christmas mistletoe kisses
Shooting STAR wishes.

Fondness of special days 
And a smile on every face
Never fades
As years pass

Fast as a dizzying carnival ride
The birth of your first born as he cries
Lots of love
Lost loves in old photographs

And slow songs 
Favorite memories of yesteryear
No longer here
Bloated pounds of laughter there after

A gleeful tear falls
Beautiful is the fruitful goal
Tear tracks grow
An EASTER  Sunday's glow


Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2017

Details | Prose Poetry |

It Was A Lie

When you told me you'd always be around,

I should have known it was a lie. 

For you were out of breath from the kiss 

And leaned in for more. 

Your hands were exploring my body, 

And though I wanted more, I needed to end it. 

But I never knew when you went home that day, 

I'd never see you again.

Copyright © Cassidy Budd | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |

Heavens Angel 4-9-16

I am sitting here by myself feeling alone in my silent room
Wishing my angel was here then the rain sounded a loud boom
Knowing his presence is much needed now as it has been for many years
Yet only the echo of voices I hear softly through my tears
Heavens Angel I am needing him here with me if only in spirit of my one true love
Only time will tell if it really meant to be as his eyes watch over me from heaven above

Copyright © Debra Gaudioso | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |

Hurt vs Pain

I thought us was forever, but I guess us was just you. And it hurts the most when you don’t see it coming

You hit my heart from the blind side, killed my hopes and just kept walking. And it hurts the most when you know your other half is gone

And it hurts the most to know we couldn’t make opposites attract. You said before and in the end, that are differences would hold us back

And it hurts the most to know I’m in the same situation again, just when it thought most of my problems were coming to an end but I just ended up at another road block

And it hurts the most to know I’ll miss you forever, and it hurts the most to know our memories will no longer have meaning, like our first kiss or first

And it hurts the most not knowing what we could’ve, would’ve, or should’ve been, and it hurts the most knowing that I love you is something I never got the chance to say

And it hurts the most knowing you’re the one I’m writing about, and it hurts the most knowing you’re not mine

And it hurts the most knowing we belong together but can’t be together

P.S. it hurts the most feeling the feeling I have now, I wish it was pain so at least eventually it would go away…

Copyright © Post Script | Year Posted 2017

Details | Prose Poetry |

Used To

He holds me the way you used to

He looks at me the way you used to

He makes my heart flutter the way you used to

He does everything you used to

Do you hold her the way you held me?

Do you kiss her forehead like you used to kiss mine?

Do you tell her you'll never let go like you did with me? 

Do you do everything you used to do with me?

He holds open the door, unlike you

He makes funny faces to make me laugh, unlike you

He wants to see me all the time, unlike you

He does what you used to, and more

Do you treat her better than you did me?

Do you mean every word you say to her?

Will you love her the way you couldn't love me?

Because he's better for me, and she's better for you.

Copyright © Cassidy Budd | Year Posted 2015