Best Adieus Poems
"Bonjour, in the cocktail woods"
I see the waffled leaves of teal trees painting pink moon,
With diamond dahlia arcs, flowering an orchid boon
Sprinkling love of french perfumed spells and cocoa mystique,
Flickering in neon scented star seeds of rose-glossed antique
For, I'm the fragrant fluorescence of pure peace lilies,
Floating amidst dancing dove's glowing daisies
In a redolent riverbank, loving life like the sweet butter-sun,
Wandering in black forests, enveloping magic in red ribbons
Defrosting my white chocolate heart peeking through tinkles,
Singing beyond the glass petals of peony and snowdrop marvels;
Perhaps, plush strawberries too have starry scars,
On their silken ganache skin, bleached with calendula and mars
And my luscious butterscotch lips tremble at the blurry squeaks,
Ruffled by minty chills in my cherry-blushed cheeks
I search for addictive caffeine in gold-glazed dawns that bask,
Pouring nectarine reveries in lavender litchi hearts
Life's a bittersweet syrupy sea, coated with tangy rainbow hues,
Forlorn, this forbidden folklore is shaded with sycamore's adieus
They say, mocha pupils and vanilla haze of iris,
Can carve a melon hued watercolor portrait alive,
But I believe that the purest is never a sweet dessert survived,
In this delusional donut-shaped globe and tangerine beehive;
So, I shove my identity in Van Gogh's abstractly bejeweled canvas,
And let my caramel brown hair, gleam in golden hymns of aqua
Waving walnut "goodbyes" to velvet ochre sands and sapphire skies,
Forevermore, fluttering hummingbird's dreams in oscillating flamingo galaxies.
Professor Abdul Kalam the luminous brilliant star
I pay homage to you from here in Dar
Great brill scientist in the field of Aerospace
A noble man with an intellectual mien and grace
Aeronautics and more were his speciality wow!
He's referred to as India's best known nucleur Scientist.
An inventive mind has passed away now
Lets celebrate and commemorate a great catalyst
He did India proud and did a lot for her
All Indians who know him will concur
Elected as her great President as well
Sad now to bid him adieus and farewell
Yay, the Indian soil has now a brilliant hero in her bosom indeed
I adoringly salute this great man of my race and my creed.
When a scientist dies it is a great loss for us all
May God raise more like him after his inevitable fall
But he can now repose in heaven's lap
On earth though he has left a mighty gap.
God I believe, loves those who utilise His gift of brains
Meditation releases us from earthly fetters and chains
Science and learning works your mind ; the brain needs exercise too
So I thank God for scientists , for scientific minds
That help to illuminate and enlighten this world, for me and you.
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As the sunset of life beckons me
in marmalade farewells, orange sherbet adieus,
I stroll in uneven footsteps,
not sure of the bridges I crossed
or those burned in the process
Alone I follow the polished pebbles
scattered along this lethargic path,
nary a word or whisper, only my thoughts
peering back on what was,
stumbling when your memory finds me
Dark tangerine hints touch the sky
for the day, this day, my life
shall soon disappear beyond the slumbering valley,
diminishing into a minute speck
hiding in plain sight where no one can see or care
I listen unsuccessfully for its sad melody
of fractured bar chords and minor notes
when I again feel you invading my soul,
reaching down from my heart,
the place you still reside
Inaudible tones offer I am sorry for the pain,
the weight I did not realize I carried,
collections of hurt in shiny bows and pretty paper
that sent you away from me,
as solitude now rains in gift-wrapped droplets
Softer my dampened steps move
towards that straight line illusion summoning,
darker still as minutes pass
for I know this end is mine alone
as the moon crests the horizon and I slowly fade away
For the Silence poetry contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Why can’t you stay? Your pretty views
are skies’ cerulean and the blues
of sweet wild blooms that I can see
beneath a sun that shines for me
like lemon crests on cockatoos!
Watermelon and honeydews -
I savor flavors in chartreuse.
But lilac days, how soon they flee!
Why can’t you stay?
Your lavender of June imbues
my soul with joy. Bring no adieus!
Let coral sun gleam endlessly
on aquamarine of a sea
turned tangerine. Bright saffron hues -
Why can’t you stay?
Aug. 15, 2017 for Dale Gregory Cozart's Seasonal Color Contest
beauty, blessing, January, magic, moon, sunset, winter
A SEASON’S GLOW ©
‘Bastille’ winter-lodes wait anticipating the reserved and affected invasions of the sun’s setting rays, to lay its' mark upon her surrounding ice-capped winter hood---
Fortifying ‘arms’ now stand saluting at attention to the expected deluges to carnival delights from the setting sun….
Applause from ‘knightly’ lances carry a shadow-display, when brought to arms;
'toe-elbowing' their stances to a light bright multiplexed review….
Eventide’s soon to reach cosmic nighttime ceilings and is brought momentarily to stands aside, to hushed warnings off snow iced platforms gaining cheery fire-light at each kissed by-pass retreat….
At devotion ‘arms’ stretch their winter façades 'drawing' close their 'painted' ‘four o’clock’ shadows; that mark out each stance---
Alas, the playhouse ‘adieus’ end with sad commendations; when staged dimmed lights snuff and flicker out to blackness.
Nighttime slants and an interval is at hand, for waning sun’s rays, to dismiss their stationed sentinels over to moonlit beamed doom---
Night plagues with harmonizing rhythms; as ice-tinkling ‘icicles’ from branches high salute the night time, sky-faerie's lite and dance upon a new stage!
Sink your poisoned dragonfly wings in my chiffon atoms of smothered skin,
As I lay supine, along dusk's apathetic horizons, husky and hoaxed,
For, I'm a kin of blood-moon, gnawing at ivory moonstones and ocean's fins,
As a broken carmine harp, that blooms kohl-orchids from chartreuse stems, smoked,
If my fangs pierce through sun-sequined dawns, am I not grim reaper's broken ballerina?
As a wistful wildflower, I float in harbours of helium, weeping acidic dews,
Inhaling watercolor volcano's lifeless heartbeats, akin a frosted firebird,
Carving legends of medusa, on lilith's marble-canvas and mahogany adieus,
Rising as a seascape-myth on glossy shorelines, ebbing in onyx spirals, savoured,
If pine leaves strangle the trinkets of my throat, am I not a broken snowflake's last breath?
"I'm an orphan of poised Mars, swirling in solstitial meadows,
Of shipwrecked sonatas, saturating in igloo-hues of coiled shadows..."
Face warmed by the sun
I sit here patiently waiting for you.
I gaze across the pond
hoping
that my search for love is few
or stops with you.
My eyes fixate towards the cloudless blue sky
wondering if you will even come to meet me in
our coveted place.
You sauntered along a stony path
Hurried pace with arms outstretched
Reached for me as I clung to your chest.
A promise you whispered in my ear
as you caressed my thighs
kissed my lips
touching so gently
my skin with your fingertips.
We looked eye to eye
as you painted a picture of sweet lies of
our future and things to come.
We held hands as I said goodnight
And I dream of our new life well spun but
You watched me leave as I said my adieus.
You walked into the luminous moonlight
strolled out of my life
Into the arms of your very pregnant wife.
At the distant verge of horizon
Slowly submerging is weary Sun
With reddened face
Bidding grudging adieus
To his day long drudging
Brooding over mandatory next come
I stood there staring at Him
I wanted to say “don’t depart”
In an automatic reflex
I lifted my right hand aloft!
Nay! He didn’t stop! I wept!
As feared reemerging are my
Horror-ogres, with creepy insurgence
A dirge from distant mountain range
Barged inside my fragile core
With harrowing clangor
Oozing out acid-reminiscences
From burrows of my bruised past
Started corroding once more
My already well-abraded heart
The dark thickets of moonless night
Are thickening my tiresome thoughts
I wriggle on my bed like a sloughing serpent
In an insomniac discomfort getting ready
For deadly duels with my night spirits
My only hope! A quick crack of dawn!
To restart my histrionics and harlequinade
amongst my people; and dazzle one more day
Making fun and pleasing everyone
With my feigned charm and exuberance
Dreading inside the night at imminence
Embracing into wee hours
Within a glancing night
Eternities passion
Of interim flight
Resting,a soothing refrain
A menthols touch to each
Tearless adieus
Of Wistful sighs _ _ _
Softening smiles,
A fearless good bye,,
The crown of the stars,
The night-goddess wears,
Brighter than the diamond studs,
Each luminary shimmers.
His bright rays and home in Heaven,
Leaves in oblivion the setting Sun,
Avid for union with the Night,
Adieus the sky bright.
The glittering Sun bright,
And the dark Starry-Night,
Aspiring for inseparable union,
The Unity of duality staggers imagination!
I meet you from world wide web..
You and me shared: "hi's & hello's"..
Asking questions that pops out from our mind..
Answering without further adieus...
I did not mean to be close to you...
I did not mean to dream we could meet..
I did not mean to like you...
Even I did not mean to miss you..
Days, months has passed by...
I didn't have any glimpse of you...
All I have are liquid pictures of You...
Not on a hardcopy but embedded in me..
I wish we can sit, share a meal..
I wish we can personally talk, leading to a deal..
I wish we can do this, not only in wheels..
Rather through long hours waking real..
My friend, I might not have seen you..
I might not have been always with you..
but, take into your mind...
Unwritten it maybe, We always have that bond: "FRIENDSHIP"..
by: olive _eloi
22/09/2013
1:07pm
Remiss I’d be to disavow my love for you
Opportune moments these days arise in short supply
Magical meanderings seem only to dissipate
Amorous adieus most nights all we seem to muster
Nightfall harks to all then beckons lovers to their nest
Thunderstruck we hesitate in dubitable awe
Immortalized remembrances to which we dare cling
Circumnavigating our delicate famished hearts
AP: 3rd place 2025
Submittted on February 14, 2018 for contest ROMANTIC-ACROSTIC sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 1ST
Waves roll against the summery shore, which glisten
As the ocean’s maw froths its foam upon its demesne.
Upon which I do recall, with ineffable ardor, you listen
To my cries and pleas, while your memory festers pain.
Once not that long ago, when the world was yet still bright,
We walked along the shoreline here, and windswept was our adieus.
But now the tempered waves do crash, wail, weep, at the sight
Of the foot trail limping in single file, for not two it shall refuse.
Now sunset comes, and burn the sky, a vibrant shade of red,
Erstwhile I believed the we, would still be young and wild.
But life continues yet, while my world, like you, is long since dead;
However turmoil I may retain, my future now lies within our child.
And then it will seem to be true, that remembrance may embrace
My soul, and it will not have to be a saddening endeavor to face.
Love over fate
The wind did blow too rough that night,
But then, it took you away with its flight,
I hadn’t had enough, of the nights or days it seems,
When I slept in your arms and woke in your dreams…
You feel, in the world you’ve done your part
But you should know; you’re alive in my heart
Bidding me adieus, you knew I’d not believe,
Your parting: its veracity too throbbing to perceive.
I now know the deep depth of solitude
With which, after long my pain has been sewed
The mark of your love remains deep in my core
When I lost you...it was either black or sore
The grandeur of god towed me to your life,
But wasn’t it the same...Which took you out of my sight?
That time with forte my fate fought with me,
conquered your life, left me hopeless; alive
Back I fought, to have you by my side,
So you should know…in my heart you’re alive….
He has waited so long for his time to be heard;
But now he accepts its improbability.
She seems unreasonably consumed by a hate that can't be cured.
He plans a journey to a desolate graveyared of old dissapointments;
There he will bury his past in frozen ice, never to be seen again.
He will continue on, life has it's own predestined appointments.
He bids adieu to could have beens and to labels that never end;
He served his time yet remained hopeful beyond all common sense.
In other worlds he will not recognize her and they will not meet again