Since you’ve been gone….
The flowers have lost their color
The sun refuses to give its light
The moon weeps in her sorrow
And days have turned into night
Since you’ve been gone
Since you’ve been gone…
The birds sing a mournful requiem
The wind moans at the windowsill
The sea threatens and billows
The starlight has grown suddenly dim
Since you’ve been gone
Since you’ve been gone…
My world has crumbled down
The people laugh at my pain
My strength has withered away
My tears mix with the rain
Since you’ve been gone
Since you’ve been gone
I’m haunted by the beauty of your smile
I count the endless seconds and days
I moan your name to my bedroom walls
I wander around in an endless maze
Since you’ve been gone
Nothing, no nothing has been the same…
Since you’ve been gone
Circa 1991- 1992
I know there are some changes that need to be made to this, but I wanted to share this with you as I wrote it when I was about...24ish. I wrote it for my then boyfriend who is now my husband. He is the only man who has ever made love to me. I've known him since we were 12....
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013
The Oscar Wilde of the boxing ring,
floated like a butterfly and stung like a bee.
Ali bomaye; African children would sing,
as the boxing ring became his poetry.
Known as the sportsman of the century,
defiant against the Vietnam war.
They tried to send him to the penitentiary,
but he showed them how a real lion should roar.
Thriller in Manilla showed his true grit,
barbaric 14 rounds in unbearable heat.
Against medical advice, he refused to quit,
but was never the same when he did compete.
Each trial outboxed, overpowered and outdanced,
a legend of integrity and sincerity.
His reputation forever enhanced,
Mohammed Ali was a unique rarity.
4 June 2016
Thriller in Manilla: Ali beats Frazier 1975
The third fight between Ali and Smokin' Joe was one of boxing's greatest spectacles with one of the sport's saddest footnotes.
After Frazier beat Ali in 1971, Ali claimed a unanimous-decision victory over Frazier in January of 1974, setting up the mother of all deciders in the Philippines.
Frazier seriously resented Ali and it only intensified after Ali labelled him an "ugly dumb gorilla" and "the white man's champion" ahead of their third bout.
The fight was predictably brutal for all those reasons and so many more.
Starting at almost 11:00am to accommodate US broadcast times and fought in an arena that was quickly turned into a sauna by Manila's humidity, the thousands of spectators and the television lights, both ageing pugilists were pushed to their physical limits.
After 14 rounds of brutality lacking the skill and style of their famous fight four years earlier, both fighters were running on empty, but it was Frazier's trainer, Eddie Futch, who stopped the fight after seeing his man bruised and effectively blind.
Futch stopped a protesting Frazier from coming out for the 15th round and the title remained in the hands of Ali, who collapsed with exhaustion straight after the win was made official.
There were calls for Ali to retire after the bout. Instead, he battled on for 10 more fights over the next six years, but was never the same as a fighter or a man after the Thrilla in Manila.
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016
You played your pipe for me to dance,
as puppet master, worked the strings,
but today my heart will pirouette;
I am giving back the gold nose ring.
Last night I saw just how it is
Between yourself and naive me;
you are the wolf, I am the lamb
always destroyed in repartee.
You think I cannot live alone
without your condescending reign;
you won't hear Arrivederci play,
I won't come back to Rome again.
This love train has left the station;
It is speeding down "don't look back track."
Goodbye to disappointing love;
I'm moving on to be exact.
Copyright, September 6, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
With no toilet seats carelessly left propped up
Oh, now I can be such a comfortable pup
Please take your Playboys straight out that open door
Then shut it quickly; I can take no more!
Be gone with you, take all your shoes
Your hairspray, make-up and your girly blues
Three weeks of the month you loved me fair
For the other week, I lived in fear
MY shoes? Why you foul beast! Your odor eaters
Didn't work! Your smelly boots rest in sewers
Where they belong with that greasy hair goo
That left ugly stains on pink pillows once new
Your pants were too tight, I couldn't get them off
I can now wear my own; no longer you'll scoff
And as for your cooking my health has improved
Your name on the rent book, phew! finally removed
The credit card tab from your pub is gone now, too
That hussy barmaid can deliver it to you
And your shavings that clogged up my bathroom sink
Will be mailed to your mistress fast as you can blink
At least she knew how to look after a man
In bed with you was like a flash in the pan
At least barmaid Betty purred when this Highlander taunted
She was sensuous, delectable and she knew what she wanted
I'll remember you most when viewing pond scum
You sure were a loathsome son of a gun
I'm leaving this pit, too, so what the heck?
I'll send a new address for the alimony check
You'll get your money like you earned it before
Dancing naked on the pole in the floor
I took you in, clothed, cared and fed
But it wasn't me that was in your bed
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2009
There is no good in “Good bye,”
only a finality and a cry.
A parting of “See you soon,”
is much friendlier a tune.
There is no good in “Goodbye,”
only someone wondering why.
Let's say we'll meet in a while,
and leave a reassuring smile.
There is no good in “Goodbye.”
Just a notion to jump and fly.
With a wave, you are gone.
It's tantamont to, “So long.”
There is no good in “Goodbye.”
We will meet again, do try?
Drop the bye leave the good,
and say “Later” if you would.
For contest 240 Brian Strand, Sponsor
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2016
The End of the Road
Stop begging me to stay!
Don’t act like you don’t know,
our journey ends right here -
my answer is still “NO!”
Once you were my pleasure,
but now you’re my poison.
Your type of love is toxic;
so that’s my real reason.
I’m tired of these rocky roads,
and done with the games you play.
I’m dizzy from your ups and downs;
it’s time we call it a day!
Let’s make this nice and easy-
I don’t want you to cry.
Let’s have no handshake, no hug,
nor a last kiss good-bye.
Stop begging me to stay!
Surely by now you should know,
we reached the end of our road…
as love left us long ago!
Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2017
A hot tear is burning my eye
For jolly school days start to fly
Leaving me lone in a dark way
And lovely friends will be away
My heart can never say goodbye
And let my soul about to die
Without you I will be as hay
And to fast days an easy prey
I will miss you- the shining sky
With no help or even supply
But our school days will be my ray
That can guide me on a dark day
I will never lose you, my eye
Nor your shine can I ever deny
Like boats we may sail away
But we will anchor in our home bay
Written by (Mr. Sherif)
With my best wishes
Copyright © sherif goda | Year Posted 2015
What a sad moment to say goodbye?!
And spread our wings so as to fly
Leaving lovely school days away
And tracing our paths in the life way
I will miss you with smiling faces
who draw smiles in school places
I will miss you the shining sky
That with knowledge makes me high
True we may go in multi- ways
But all my life you will be my rays
Forever we'll be as one tie
Never your love in my heart shall die
We may be like fallen leaves
But our stem firm and never cleaves
We will collect drops of morning dew
And warm our minds with learning too
We will join high education
Then we can develop our nation
We will raise it in the world high
And its progress no one can deny
Copyright © sherif goda | Year Posted 2016
Our time together over now
We could not grow in shade
Pale and fragile we emerged
Trying the commitment made
So our paths go different ways
But I leave you a kiss or two
Blown on the breezes of regret
I bid you dear a fond adieu
Poet II contest
9/5/14 " Leave You A Kiss"
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014
While young and naive,
I fell for your charms.
And yet, now I must
abandon your arms.
I will tiptoe out,
when the night turns black.
And scurry away,
without looking back.
Asleep with your dreams,
you are unaware.
And it hurts my heart,
because I still care.
All of my hopes, were
scuttled in mid stream.
And there's more to love,
than a worn out dream.
I can’t live a lie,
or try to pretend.
Yet, you’ll always be
much more than a friend.
Tomorrow, you'll feel
confused and alone.
Yet, you’re much better
off, left on your own.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
Blood-eyes shutting bluntly
Slicing twilight of May,
Fingers numb quietly
To search what's far away.
Blue moments shrink on hours
Within cold edge of time,
This love rakes choked flowers
Without need to align.
The piercing of thorns does sting
Where stars can never go,
Questions void of meaning
What moon will never know.
I adored all your ages
Trying to hide the shade,
So that sweet exchanges
Will never ever fade.
But what is forever
Without the vow of grace?
My lips bleed and quiver
Upon farewell's embrace.
Rhyme Battle , Juli- Michelle
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2013
Through my eyes, he sees his true self
and is disgusted by what he sees
Citing vulgar obscenities one moment
and then the next desperate pleas
He knows he is morally wrong
and that I could never forgive
He compromised my health!
Now with himself he has to live
Integrity he has not a ounce
Compulsive liar, I found out!
Was he born without a conscience?
To intentionally hurt, a heart he is without!
I'm glad that I found out what he's about
He would have sent me to an early grave
I know karma will one day find him
and he will get back all that he gave
My guardian angel guided me
Showed me what I failed to see
All my nagging doubts have been answered
I finally found the truth to set me free.
Sponsor Kim Morrison
Contest Name Tell Me A True Story
Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2013
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.
Contest Judged 1/25/2016
Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015
I dearly miss my friends at The Glen
Where we spent eight very happy years
Never realized how happy they were
Each day was filled with good cheer
Friends galore, lots of things to do
It was our choice to join in or not
Help was there, if we ever needed it
The friendships were over the top
The choice to sell up and move away
Was certainly a difficult decision
Financially things got overwhelming
So the logical choice was written
Truly wish we could have stayed forever
But sadly it just wasn't in the cards
I'll always remember all the good times
Saying goodbye was oh so hard!
<3 <3 <3
© Jack Ellison 2013
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
Often when I sit to write
My mind will wander off
And I think of all the poets
The Soup has gain, then lost
I hope for health and happiness
For each and everyone
And that they keep on writing
For profit or for fun
I know life keeps one busy
With it's twisting and it's turnings
But I would like for them to know
We'll keep a candle burning
Although I did't know them well
Their poems spoke to me
And touched a spot within my heart
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2016
Seated in a corner to my left
Were travellers who appeared to be deaf
I knew not who these men were
And their purpose I have no true care
Slung over his shoulder, one rose to aim
At the conductor amassing her claim
Tut-tut! Bullets marched, making peace with her neck
In desperate haste, Les masses went berserk!
With my mind acquiese and body nervy
The prospects ahead were quite scary
Two more to the roof...tout l'argenterie clattered
An untimely error by my fidgety created
In the quiet of my carrel, three breaths from sight
A sheer bystander in another man's malice
Scribbling my death song away from the fright
To recount, mon amour why we will never have Paris
But before the end of this lengthily horror and me
In merest simplicity and pitiful hope
My dearest Naina, should this get to thee
I pray the heavenlies will make us a new home
Inspiration: French train shooting of August 2015
& The spur of Naina's dare ??
Copyright © Wilfred Aniagyei | Year Posted 2016
My heart has moved on and tears have been shed.
Patience spread thin, relationship is dead.
When I talk you don't respond, withdrawn!
Tears have been shed and my heart has moved on.
Love was not enough, so much for destiny!
Tough, walking on eggshells is misery!
This life together has gotten rough
So much for destiny, love was not enough!
Never compromising, always a fight
the times I get the urge to write!
Constantly struck over-analyzing!
Always a fight, never compromising
Mind is wandering, strangers to conquer,
to much time has already been squandered!
Suffering has passed, now prospering!
Strangers to conquer, mind is wandering!!
For Andrea Deitrich's "Swap Quatrain" contest!
Name withheld until contest is over!
Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2014
Another year was drawing to a close.
I sat alone reflecting on the life
I'd loved and cherished for those many days
recalling every cause of joy and strife.
I thought of all those walks I took near home
and thanked God for the strength to walk each mile.
I praised Him for the town in which I live,
where I feel safe and neighbors wave and smile.
Then friends and loved ones occupied my mind.
How little time I'd spent with them! I vow
in two thousand sixteen I'll see them more.
If I rely on Him, He'll show me how.
When conflicts of the year confronted me,
reminding me of times I'd played a part
in making matters worse, I tried to push
aside those thoughts that plagued my troubled heart.
I had to ask forgiveness, for I know
it's my responsibility to be
promoter of good will with everyone.
Thank God for this new chance at harmony.
My reminiscing would be incomplete
if I gave my church family no praise.
We worship God, who saved our souls, each week.
They are a blessing in so many ways.
To name each blessing of the year, I'd need
a ream of paper and a quart of ink.
I'd need to talk for days on end, but God
knows how I feel and everything I think.
I told the year goodbye, with smile and sigh,
as I was thanking God for food and health,
for all the seasons, and for giving me
more than I need--in my opinion, wealth.
September 27, 2016
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016
What have I done?
Have I thrown it all away?
Can I ever get it back?
Has my life gone astray?
Questions with no answers
Confusion my only friend
I keep hoping to find me
It’s like spitting in the wind
I look all around me
I see you standing there
But nothing that you do
Shows me that you care
One minute I think I see it
A love so pure and true
Then as I blink I realize
There’s nothing here but YOU
You want me for what I give
And use me for all I do
Nothing I’ve ever wanted
Seems to be important to you
It was a simple promise
A vow from within my soul
Now I’m trying to find myself
But feeling very alone
As you sleep I hear the sighs
Born within the man I know
Wanting me to be different
Accepting me; OH NO
I have given everything
To make this marriage work
But now I feel I must move on
No matter how it hurts
Goodbye to the heartache
So long to the pain
It’s time to find the little
Of my heart that still remains.
Copyright © Lena Townsend | Year Posted 2009
My Parting Gifts
Dear husband, kiss me lovingly...
this is my last farewell to you.
Hold close those photos...you and me...
to reminisce the love we knew.
My children, dear, farewell I say...
within my heart, you'll always be.
Safeguard my paintings as a way
to keep the heart and soul of me.
Grandchildren, dear, goodbye, you five...
for this deep hurt, there is no balm.
My poetry please keep alive,
so babes of yours know great-grand mom.
Sandra M. Haight
Contest: My Parting Gifts
Sponsor: Viv Wigley
Theme: "Imagine that a bus has pulled up outside your house, men in suits knock on your door, and after a brief conversation, you have to leave. Now. No packing your bags, there isn't time. All you have time for is to leave three pieces of advice to the loved ones you're leaving behind since you're never coming back."
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016
Old friend, I'll no longer see,
Who's laughter I'll no longer hear;
Not far ahead, pray, walk with me,
And in my heart stay ever near.
These words, I hope you hear me say,
Let peace find you with God today.
Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2016
Never Say Goodbye
They tell me that you lie to me, please say it isn’t so,
Feeling you drift away; you say, “I’m letting you go”.
You claim it’s complicated and you’re misunderstood,
But stay, be a fighter, not a runaway from the hood.
Well this ain’t a love song, just the story of my life,
It doesn’t take a diamond ring for me to be your wife.
I chose the seat next to you on this damned, mystery train,
You had me from hello, now give me something for the pain.
I believe love is war, or perhaps Russian roulette,
Always run to you, but now it’s like we never met.
I’ve been shot through the heart, but where’s my bed of roses?
Make a memory with me now, before another door closes.
Don’t be the thief of hearts, or the one that got away,
I’d die for you, if that’s what it takes, into the echo I would sway.
I want you, I’ll be there for you; for this crazy love, fight,
Get ready, stick to your guns and be my superman tonight.
Old habits die hard, everybody’s broken; it ain’t easy,
Like a miracle, I’m with you; you were born to my baby.
Let the river of love flow, it’s just a teardrop to the sea,
I’m no wild flower, just a woman in love; have a little faith in me.
You’re too much of a good thing; I’m not running anymore,
You really got me now, not just older: wiser than before.
No apologies, no regrets; these days are all about loving you,
Undivided, unbreakable, no wedding day needed for a bond so true.
I’m burning for love, so come, lay your hands on me,
In these arms you can breathe, be happy now, let’s make it baby,
Not another silent night filled with inner fear and neurotic screams,
Together we can learn to love, everyday share our secret dreams.
So always stay, be a fighter, not a runaway from the hood,
I know it’s complicated and we’re both misunderstood.
On this lost highway, I get a rush, but the distance makes me sigh,
Ain’t no cure for love, but please, never say goodbye.
1st July 2016
Done using 75(I think) titles of Bon Jovi songs. Couldn't fit the titles in, and highlighting them would just distract from reading, in my opinion. If anyone's interested, just mail me :D
Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2016
I hear someone a-knockin’ at my door,
It’s you again, have we not had enough?
The problem is a complete lack of respect,
Well, your disfavor is shared no need to bluff.
I am much smarter aware of the tricks,
It’s you again, these guiles made me tough,
The problem is your way or just hit the road,
Well, your roadway is rigid spited with rough.
I grew my growth away from your tree,
It’s you again, rage hidden by fluff,
The problem is kindred but with spirit lost,
Well, your heart lacks craze among lovin’ stuff.
I insist you go with that same ol’ leave,
It’s you again, blazing amidst all the slough,
The problem is clear with no extra toll,
Well, your smoke is long gone merely a puff.
Contest Entry: Desperate Housewife
Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer A
Placement: 7th Place
Copyright © Jesse Day | Year Posted 2016
The creepy clown's out on the street.
He's wandering around.
You see him through your window blinds.
His feet upon the ground.
He comes in close to question you
with makeup looking sad.
Then bows his head in full disgrace
to frighten you a tad.
He'll back off slow to catch his breath.
Then once again he'll pace.
He'll move in like a jungle cat
to keep you in your place.
It's then you dial the 911
for cops to come in time.
To put an end to circumstance
and treat it as a crime.
To which the cops come swiftly to.
Some twenty two or more.
With guns all drawn as quickly at
this clown in total horror.
With shots being fired to save the day.
This clown to learn his fate.
His horn held up in self defense.
The sound a bit too late.
Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2016
black as night
floats above flames
spreads the fire
to dark desire
the nights are dark
with moonless skies
shadows see all
with empty eyes
make trees bare
the flame still burns
but the heats not there
meets hearts of frost
the burn feels sweet
but then it's lost
now hands of ash
reach out once more
for October Fire
as they did before
By Morgan Mise
Written April 25, 2012
Copyright © Morgan Mise | Year Posted 2013
The wailing of a lonely night
as heavy eyes carry much weight;
rail of drops blotting moonlit white
without hope to reel or translate
a nail piercing her hollow sky---
The only thing she needs to ask
is an ending of pain’s goodbye,
while ripples of vision unmask
those wilted days robbing time’s grace.
Cold marble lips that have not kissed
the moist of springtime’s warm embrace,
from pleading of angst quite dismissed.
Any Poem Written in July 2016
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Posted7/23/2016/ Resubmitted 8/17/2016
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016
Our break up song plays on the radio,
Plays continual, crushing, it destroys me.
The song sings how perfect we were,
How our perfect relationship was perfect debris.
Debris we knew was a beautiful destroyed,
Sculptured art, scattered over a perfect ground.
How I could never have you and you could never have me,
Yet we were both spellbound.
Our break up song is in my earphones, on replay,
Playing throughout my soul every day.
You’re now my perfect kind of sadness,
My perfectly broken, never to be mended bouquet.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2016
Wasn't I crazy,
Or was I mad,
To yearn for love,
That could be had.
Wasn't I reckless,
To believe that skies,
Would clear once more,
For my weeping eyes.
Isn't it ironic,
That life should remain,
After all that's treasured,
Has ceased in vain.
A melancholy storm,
Constricting love with its noose,
Has left me alone,
In a life so obtuse.
Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2015
Give me something I that I can hold on to
If I am to lose you now
My heart will implode from desperate sorrow
We promised to be there though to the end, it was an eternal vow
Can you stay? We know we need each other more than ever
I would have you close to protect and always keep you
But you’re slipping away and changing, that hurts the most
You’re not mine however, so what am I to do
It breaks my spirit to have you not know my heart
I should have told you how I still feel it all
You need to know how this wrecks me endlessly
I put up my guard yet over and over in love, I continue to fall
All the shoulds, coulds and woulds
And the past that I can’t change, that is what I would in a second trade
I trust you most and I think of you incessantly
But I find you fading away, what a mistake I have made
You drift closer to the end of your days to leave me behind
Sadness fills me because I cannot follow and time was wasted
Why was I afraid to put my heart in your hands?
Now I cannot be with you and my despair at that cannot be overstated
You look right through me as you lay resting in your bed
It is you I need the most and you know
You have been all I wanted all this while
And today I cling to your hand, as my love continues to grow
When you are gone, I will remember your smile
I will crave your bright glow
Your aura that is irreplaceable and I will find it in no other
I will think of you forever and for all my days it will show
Copyright © Bongisa Grey | Year Posted 2016
Our hearts can't touch, our minds deflect
Absurd conclusions, I'll regret
Breaking up so many times
Your reasons do not rhyme
I think I better off this way
I love you, that's what i will lay
Rupturing my soul, hope that I can
Last breath. . Goodbye. . 'til we meet again
An entry to "Breaking Up With You" contest
Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer
Copyright © Jeriel del Rosario | Year Posted 2014