As I beseeched the stars above that night,
“Pray tell me where this God of yours doth dwell,”
Your beauty evanesced by raging light;
Most precious love beheld mephitic hell.
With fulminating tears, my heart decreed
Apologies, that I could not reclaim
The fulgent energy that you would bleed,
Through nimbleness of an exquisite frame.
Must I endure the slaughter of your life,
Delivered by the savagery of man;
Or pierce my soul with this serrated knife?
For breathing without you was not the plan.
My heart, I swear, that once did merge with thine,
Will never love, nor star again will shine.
28th September 2016
Entered into: Your Absolute Best II Contest
Sponsored by: The Seeker
Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2016
Friends come and go, but some have passed me by
as swiftly as the sun that lights my days.
They wave goodbye; I give a little sigh.
It seems I barely had them in my gaze.
Sweet friends I knew from youth. Where have you gone?
My bonds with some of you I felt were strong.
But journeys that we each embarked upon
divided us, and now I write this song.
Its lyrics tell the longings of my heart -
to see and be again with each dear friend
who knew me when and shared a special part
which cannot be retrieved nor has an end,
for memories are shadows cast by sun
which haunt me even when my days are done.
For Skat's Premiere Contest #6
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
"Last Sigh of Goodbye"
charming candlelight lost radiant glaze
emotions vanished into twilight dust
broken pieces of heart swallowed in maze
as passionate masquerade died in lust.
fleeting embers of deceit bid adieu'
one last sigh of goodbye stole life's faint breath
a love letter spoke words of love untrue
in painful fond farewell eyes closed in death.
beyond dark grave lies loneliness and tears
'tis better to have loved and lost in life
yet ultimate betrayal spirit sears
impaling soul with wounds deep thrust of knife.
painted finale' carved in canvas cries
caressing love in bouquets of goodbyes.
*For Harry Horsman's Goodbye Contest.
*Nov. 15, 2012.
Copyright © Linda-Marie SweetHeart | Year Posted 2012
an artist through and through.
Her words alit on gossamer wings
as through our hearts they flew.
Each poem was written from the heart
and soul of our Linda Marie.
A visual portrait painted with words
for us, her audience, to see.
We thank you for your friendship.
You will be missed Sweetheart.
We thank you for the words you left us
before your sad depart.
Your beautiful soul, full of grace,
is in a far, far better place.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2014
It seems we said hello, just yesterday
Do you recall the night you came to town?
You blew in silently, I hoped you'd stay
Time really flies when old friends come around
When you leave here, I guess you'll be southbound
I love the pretty blanket left for me
Those yellows mix so well with red and brown
It will make such a treasured memory
Yet when you've gone, how diff'rent things will be
So cold and bare, your warmth will disappear
It happens ev'ry year so let's agree
We'll plan a longer visit for next year
Sweet autumn it is time to say goodbye
I wish you'd come next year about July
by Daniel Turner
Spenserian sonnet rhyme scheme
ABAB BCBC CDCD EE
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016
The day I left the soup a tear begat my eye
pictures of streams, meadows, and fairy tales
somehow vanished from a bright daydream sky
emptiness tugged heartstrings in my holy grail
The spirits poured a sour sauvignon blanc tune
spilt out from closed chambers of a silent room
rags on the floor wipe away at an ugly buffoon
closing another chapter away in an ancient tomb
Sunset smiles for one final curtain call then flies
dreams darken, fairy dust is dropped and all is lost
promises all have floated away with the butterflies
and the Easter lilies have all given way to the frost
The day I left the soup a tear begat my eye
My dear friends it is so hard to say goodbye
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016
SONNET – ANGER OF DECEIT
Anger; for her alone? No, but for I,
for naivity of thought, conduct polite
in place of passion, the dream went awry,
wanting of the heart‘s love lost overnight.
What a fool was I? Naive in time first,
to express my hidden lust which she sought.
Unsuspecting of her amorous thirst,
all too late, left abashed alone distraught.
She had chosen to fulfill her passion
in place of innocence, far more knowing
to satisfy her lust past compassion,
ending a promise of love worth growing.
Deceit to shatter dreams without intent,
through anger, drowning feelings of lament.
Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016
Lying in the meadow on a long afternoon
I press soft against you and start to spoon,
but the lump at the base of your spine has now grown
(vestigial tail , I guess) presses hard against my places unknown,
so rolling you over and with gentle caress,
your yellow scaled elbow, I adore, I confess,
I trace the large bump on the end of your nose.
I just love the coarse hairs and, how subtly it glows.
You sniffle so sweetly, as never ending it runs,
as of lipstick, thick mucous coats your lips, and you have need for none.
So I lie next to you, of your beauty I want more,
admiring your features, almost all I adore ...only one I abhor.
So, though shallow I feel, it saddens me greatly to know I must leave you
for the one thing I hate, I'm sorry my dear but your eyes are just too blue!
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2016
Some Of Them Even Came With Wicked Scars
As I count my blessings among bright stars
hope and love echo to me like loud blasts.
Gave up wild life, living in the bars,
were nothing that's good or bad ever lasts!
Sad morns waking, a stranger in my bed
nights enjoyed, now shallow memories gone.
Could I have walked better path instead,
been enticed to have walked all alone?
My mind wanders back to wild days of youth,
days and nights of sweet pleasure then unbound.
Can we ever know if lost time is truth
or mystery sent to our lives confound?
As I count my blessings among bright stars
Some of them even came from wicked scars!
May 9th, 1991
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 110
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
I've seen more faces of parental love
As a child I heard folk lore from grandma
Often I lay calm in her elbow's cove
Night pressed her feet swollen with oedema
And in the noon we would hide in a room
With a binoculars to watch the birds
Collecting twigs for nesting babes in womb
Grandma was fun and all requests were heard
Grandpa moved around with his wailking stick
We took care of him on his pious bed
Didn't know he was dying thought him sick
In the middle of night goodbye he said
We hugged and cried at our world that collapsed.
New homes we were flown to, our ties just snapped
October 29, 2015
Contest: In The Name Of Love
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2015
Goodbye, farewell, adieu, please go away,
this house is mine. I will not share with you.
You see my cabinets as a buffet,
pay no rent, and use the floor as your loo.
You fail miserably as a roommate,
and I’ll be more than glad to see you gone.
Sinisterly gleeful about your fate,
I’m anxious for the curtains to be drawn.
No more ceaseless chattering though the night,
nor any more wires cleaved by rodent teeth.
I won’t fret on small eyes reflecting light,
or creatures hiding in my Christmas wreath.
Escape, or, if you prefer, you can die.
I don’t care which, as long as it’s Goodbye!
Copyright © Brittany Reynolds | Year Posted 2012
whispers carry through the silent air
and linger for moments after which spoken
I take the time to let them echo inside my ear
before they fade and their presence is broken
shallow breaths in a rhythmic type of tune
wishing for the moment to last forever
afraid that goodbye will be said too soon
breaking the bond that ties us together
locked in a gaze only to be suddenly taken
away from what was cherished between
distance widens I pray to be mistaken
from what is now being forcefully seen
fear running wild I struggle to meet your eyes
as the last whisper I hear is one of goodbye
Copyright © nicole marrier | Year Posted 2012
This summer's winding leaves a pierce behind
Charred traces of her smouldering days,
A riddling puzzle blurs clouds in her mind
When fragile heart cracks glassy tears, assailed
Somehow, this thud of fall pretends to hold
A promise, tinged with sharp crushing of bones
Where forward bites and snaps the bitter cold,
That reels in hidden betrayals unknown
For with this most damn season's turn , alas
Trickery of love disowned in a rush,
When dusted time counters all autumns past
She flickers higher like emblazoned brush
And every triumph over cycles’ spin
Trades wheels of goodbye for fresh beginnings.
Goodbye Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
Pre- Written 9/28/2016
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2012
Doth thou shed tears to fill the boundless sea
Shall I come then to thee this rainy day
Thine eyes behold and yet you grieve for me
How much more time in grace you took your way
Be not thou faint when I do think of you
What potion have I drunk of bitter tears
When thou shall be deposed in heart to view
Reflections show thee how thy beauty wears
From thee in absence was I ere the spring
In thine own way was beauty counted fair
Of thy love with memories may I sing
To depart my love, for me 'tis despair
Will thou now weep, or lo, be loath to cry
Upon thy lips, alas, a kiss goodbye
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2012
My heart skips a beat when we are together
A pair that belongs, a love that believes
We are a perfect match for one another
Feelings of joy intertwines, interweaves
But when the day closes and the night begins
Heartache of departing does run inside
The two of us hates to leave, feelings within
Sure we’ll be alone awhile, we can’t hide
Later in our life after we’ve been married
Our lives start to slow down and we get old
Another leaving we dread if it’s harried
Our final days, our hearts as one we hold
Though our love is true, this you sure can’t deny
At one point in our life, we must say goodbye
11 & 10 alternating syllable count
Entrant into harry horsman's "GOODBYE" contest
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012
You're the soul of God Apollo teaching,
A pied piper delighting followers.
The Shaman giving hope to those seeking,
You gave an image of life unfettered.
Your life was a fight, you dreaded sheep life,
And your lips in hell burn before you tell.
Guiding sight giving needed life insights,
Demi God unknown to self, born to help.
You were a bright sun with a golden hue,
Welcoming door, an un-corralled stallion.
You’re the greatest teacher I ever knew,
To live a life as you, to inspire youth,
Who will quest for you, and I say I shall.
Our sprits locked, miss a lot, Professor Al.
Copyright © Michael Hawk Moore | Year Posted 2014
Oh heart, your voice I will no longer heed
You clamor in your need for love fulfilled
You crave my blood, and so for you I bleed
I wait the moment when your beat is stilled
Your chambers cherish dreams of one sublime
A beating requiem of love denied
Erratic rhythm testament to time
When in his hands your love was well confined
Now, hear my plea, and listen to my voice
He will not hear your rapid dying sigh
You must move on, to you is left no choice
Or else, be still, and find the will to die
Dear heart, dare not to take another breath
Unless you vow to seal his love in death
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014
Your love is like a fall’s crisp kiss
I can walk a thousand miles to get away from you
I can swim to the bottom of the ocean blue
I can fly a million feet up, way high in the air
I can pretend each day that I just don’t care
Yet I am sorry for the way I acted, the words I left unspoken
When I think of how we ended, my heart feels way too broken
Do you really feel this way, my presence do you not miss?
You made it clear your heart has no place for me anymore
I will move on and hope to find another to love like you
I will walk away, our memories in my heart I’ll store
Never allowing my mind to believe that it is true
For I loved, I lost. But as a friend I will never again tell
That you hold my heart forever, you are my Angel.
Copyright © Jordan Dickinson | Year Posted 2013
So many ways to say goodbye hwyl fawr is what you say
when your leaving here in Wales and trying not to cry
Farvel you say in Denmark used extensibly each day
Hating the final words which they themselves imply..
Now the italians say it with feeling shouting Addio
with such aplomb, not like the subtle way of the czech
they say the word Sobhem . Whilst In turkey gule gule
is goodbye said with kissing cheek and hugging neck
No matter how we say it goodbye's a final thought
whether its just for 5 minutes or a lifetime walk
the begging eyes of those we leave behind are caught
saying be back soon so we can walk and talk.
Goodbye to love, goodbye to hurt, goodbye
to life, goodbye to strife, goodbye to goodbyes
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2012
Water flows; formless form.
The broad stream moves only ever forwards,
Curving along the contours of life.
Here, a rock disturbs the placid surface;
Giving form and character to uniformity
Of existence, enduringly. There, a pebble thrown
Far from the edge creates a momentary
Ripple, a brief moment of happiness, excitement,
And then is gone. Yet within the silent waters,
The pebble has altered the parallel flows,
An unconscious eddy that spins and whirls,
Hidden from the world above, insistent thought.
So it is with you, metaphorically the bridge
Across my river from whence was thrown
The pebble that disturbs my serenity still.
Copyright © Edward Clapham | Year Posted 2015
You left us on the Fourth of July
Now my heart is filled with unexpected pain
I remember when you would say to look at the sky
To find the moon, now that is on memory lane.
You would sing us the sweetest lullaby
Even though you were far away
And simple phone call to pacify
The miles traveled in a day
But ever since the day you've been gone,
I've succeeded in many things you'd be proud of
It has been so hard for us to move on
I just keep thinking of you up above
No matter the miles that keep is apart
You will forever and always be in my heart.
Copyright © Gabrielle Caudill | Year Posted 2015
My heart doth beat with rapid pounding beats
My breath doth pant in deep and quick hot gasp
To tell you of my love needs no repeats
And to my bosom, close to me, I thee enclasp
Fear not the dark and mist of any season
Not to compare to summer’s rose that dies
Shining bright the sun, love is the reason
Speak not of grudging nor of sad goodbyes
Our love must come in sips, time is the thief
From love's sweet chalice do thy lips feel burned
To quench my fill, each sip is sweet but brief
Goodbye shall not besmirch our love I yearn
To hold, to sip and drink your sweet hello
My heart doth beat, each beat is yours you know.
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012
Goodbye to goodbye
Ageing, diseases and the dreaded death
All should be happy saying goodbye to.
Focused on this goal moves research on health
Progress they make which rises our hopes too.
Certain people through religion do this search
Immortality being its stated aim
“Dissecting nature like they do in research
Will lead us nowhere”, some of them do claim.
Yoga and meditation some prescribe
Citing rare instances of its success
Practices they painstakingly describe
Which makes one doubt if it’s not in excess.
Here’s hoping for a breakthrough of merit
Who cares if it’s through science or spirit.
For Harry Horsman’s “ Goodbye” contest.
Copyright © S.Jagathsimhan Nair | Year Posted 2012
Oh the word that strikes mortal as of knife
puncture’s a wretched heart, a life in plight,
bequeathed in good faith, oh yes so rife
yet to a forlorn soul it does one smite.
Is it not that time of a lovers mind
under the moon and stars, nothing amiss,
where thoughtfulness of a heavenly kind
not the doom, gloom of an endless abyss.
So the word that disjoins is deemed to be
the ending of a friendship so extreme,
because together lovers belong, free
free of this word that loses self esteem.
Yet what to do if from this word refrain,
borrow from another “Auf Wiedersehn”?
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2012
To in love with him but playing his heart,
don't know what i want from love,don't know how to love with my heart.
don't know how to love with my heart,
i love with mind.
Afraid to love with my heart,
afraid of the consequence that might come with it.
Not enough to love him,not enough to love myself
not enough to love another soul,afraid to be hurt again
the love one that once loved me said he`ll never hurt the soul and heart that love so dearly.
to much in love with I'm that i was playing his heart.
Copyright © Ahnye Thrower | Year Posted 2014
Locked up, shackled, tied down and chained
Feeling empty, exhausted, used up and drained
Your heart unsettled with its flickering flame
Probing for answers in life's little game
I hear your cries echoing into the dark night
I could tell you everything will be alright
I feel your big lonely heart splitting apart
I could say I'll give your heart a fresh start
I hear your words begging to stop the blues
I could say I will be your knight and rescue you
I hear the tremble in your voice when you speak
I could tell you I'd hug you and kiss your cheek
These eyes don't lie, I'll probably never be with you
My tears fall knowing there is nothing more I can do
* I was awakened from my dream where I was thought to be someone who I wasn't But I am who I am and everything you see is just me. Sweet Dreams All.
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
Started in the season of buds and sweets
Ended after a course as the sun sets
Full of doubts from assorted tricks and treats
A departure is as good as it gets.
Flashing on the thoughts of once a timid
A few Zs are enough to bring pleasure
Could not blink at how stress becomes rigid
Situation calls for a strong measure.
Being used to this torture brings comfort
Ironic as the reasoning may seem
Ignorance is the delay of some sort
Though bitterness stands as it goes extreme.
Taking a walk is a sequel to gain
Another phase is eager for no pain.
Looking back, the timid grew social wings
Mimicked those of butterfly’s and dragon’s
Alights on the spot where others’ smog clings
This becomes one of daily traditions.
Indebted for the wisdom of mentors
Who prevailed upon with supreme concern
Never had given up hope as the source
Truly mastered the mix of mild and stern.
And yet leaving has been contemplated
Personal growth needs to be magnified
Epiphany has been compensated
Being torn by progress and warmth that died.
Halfhearted with the decision that’s made
Still, such recurrence if the timid stayed.
Copyright © Maria Rheza Mae Rubio | Year Posted 2014
(A tribute poem to Connecticut Shooting victims)
Whilst time is not in our hands to bear
Whispering hushed sound, steals someone’s life
A lithe gunman brandishing gun to err
If only I hold time, I’ll stop the strife
The ephemeral laughter of childhood
Bequeath memories to posterity
Be an advocate for gun ban, I would
Parents felt like dry leaf in an eddy
I speak of my thoughts, hopes, and prayers
A glimpse of dulcet smile one last chance
Felicity in heaven cloaked the fears
For these children once have a dalliance
One by one, far and near, gunshot broke out
In silence, their presence you can’t live without
Posted also in Voicesnet.com (Jan. 2, 2013)
Copyright © Noel Villarosa | Year Posted 2013
I have never felt more betrayed
Than when you lied to me
Never was I more dismayed
Than when I cut you free.
Love I sought, and not with guarantee
I never wanted this disaster
Then your flotsam and debris
Stole precious days of laughter.
No more happily ever after
I do truly understand
What is a complicated answer
I know our woe you never really planned.
I bid you a sad and firm adieu
But love absolves. I forgive you.
Copyright © Mark Woods | Year Posted 2015
selling a half double never easy
guess they want a whole house and nothing else
and selling our house is a bit crazy
at this house I’ve had my share of some belts
my wife is sick and tired of the people
she is from Jamaica and misses home
we have worked many jobs as a couple
and my life with her is always awesome
I’ve been here for a large part of my life
I have no clue what the future will bring
maybe soon we’ll be gone me and the wife
maybe we’ll be somewhere else by next spring
I always hated moving but I will
for this life of mine is always a thrill
Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2013