Best Bye Bye Poems
Today I saw a pesky fly
He buzzed around all day …
Until he landed on my lunch
So I zapped him with fly spray!
Now you’re really in the sky
Rest in peace little fly
Jan Allison
9th November 2014
Bye -Bye Becca good- bye, but why, it’s not clear?
How can we dance if you leave my sweet dear?
You’re a big girl; your life, your choice, your year
Come with me and enjoy the dance and cheer
How can we dance if you leave my sweet dear?
Time to let loose, take your first batch of beer
Come with me and enjoy the dance and cheer
Would there be a chance, will you consider?
Time to let loose, take your first batch of beer
Ignore childish gibberish their insignificance
Would there be a chance, will you consider?
Just keep in mind you make a difference
Ignore childish gibberish their insignificance
From time to time risk is necessary
Just keep in mind you make a difference
Respect you deserve in your sanctuary
From time to time risk is necessary
You’re a big girl; your life, your choice, your year
Respect you deserve in your sanctuary
Bye -Bye Becca good- bye, but why, it’s not clear?
It is so frustrating having everyone always telling you what you could or couldn’t do
10/3/2016
unmetered Pantoum
Stay away from me
Our good times have gone away
Cheaters never win
Come on sing me a sad song
So I can laugh, while you cry
Written for: "Tanka"me" a sad song Contest
Sponsored by: ~P.D.~
Written by: Carol Brown
6th Place Winner
As this poem was being written,
A small boy appeared to be smitten.
He loved his baby brother,
But then he asked his mother,
‘Please can we swap him for a kitten?’
Brotherly Love
Jack Horne
24th April 2011
sun slides behind hills
blue asters wave in the fields. . . .
bye-bye summertime
Adieu Ma Dear
Puisque tu es arrivée
trop tard dans cette vie
En trainant trop dans l’autre
dans l’oubli
Arrivée seulement
pour me dire adieu
L’innocence triste tremblant
dans tes yeux
Sur tes lèvres d’étudiante
tremblant
Tu me demandes
D’un air peiné autour
de ta coiffure
d’une déesse de Landes
J’eusse passé des jours
Sans trop troublantes
convenables
Comment puis-je te les dire
pour de vrai
Sans que tu ne passes tes jours
à mes côtés
Toujours et à jamais
Si tu es à moi
à moi
à moi
Toute seule
Les liens noués
dans les cieux
Je n’ai qu’attendre
Que tu me rejoignes
dans l’au-delà
Je t’attendrai
pas trop long
J’espère
dans l’autre vie
Tardes pas une seconde fois
Moi qui t’attendrai
d’arrache-pied
toujours seul
dans l’au-delà
Ne manque pas le coche
cette fois-ci
On n’a qu’une chance unique
A vrai dire
La deuxième n’est qu’un refoulement
Un déjà vu
La première n’est qu’un avertissement
Adieu Ma Dear
pour le moment
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
I feel bad that you all got to stand on my path for your livelihood said sandy, Sandy will be less harmless in the days ahead. Sandy is glad to have a short life span. Sand is trying as much as possible to give you folks only the crumbs of her majesty cruelty. The peace and progress of this wonderful nation is too much, we shall never reduce it to minimum .
I regret why I brought rush into your quiet lives. Sandy regret why she brought pains into your lives. Sandy regret why she put sorrows into your lives. I regret why I brought tears into your lives. Sandy is just a tourist. My coming is sudden my departure is so sudden.
Sandy you brought down all our lifetime achievements but thank for given us a second chance. Sandy you brought tears into our hearts. Sandy you brought blood into our eyes. Sandy whiles us. We will be firmed to pick up shattered pieces impose on us by you when you will be far gone. Bye sandy.
Sand you make me shaver, you make me fear Sandy. Sand you make the trees and buildings of the nation capital tremble as if it was the capital of the unbrave. I will not be ashamed to start all over again dear Sandy, we almost love you only if we will not see you again so soon bye sandy. Sandy we known we have been stung by your wicked venom but we will over come it Sandy.
I will tell my cousin Katarina not to frequent come on land again but both of us are still storbbone said Sandy. If Human Beings were borne educated our society will be a very perfect one said Sandy. Sandy our subways will go better than ever. Sandy we promise to keep a fatherly eye on you dear. Bye san…
Soccer is done and gone away,
The little children look forward
to the games everyday,
Bye, Bye, Soccer,
Bye, Bye Foreigners,
Bye, Bye to the noise makers
that try to scare 'em,
The joy and explosive enthusiasm
have subsided,
What will the children do to create
excitement?
Will they run in the street chasing
a ball?
Or will they go shopping in the mall?
If there is no mall,
What will they do?
Kick about an ole shoe?
Soccer is done and gone away,
The children pray for the celebrities
to come back everyday,
Now that soccer is long gone,
They will make up games to play,
Bye, bye soccer,
Hope you come again another day........
“Okay then, alright then, toodle-loo, bye-bye!”
Sure love to hear that again
My first wife would end each phone conversation
With this familiar old refrain
Once uttering these words of sheer finality
It was over, finis, a done deal
Even though their words are heard trailing off
Time's up, no chance to repeal
Was definitely over when this sweet lady quoted
These charming memorable words
Am I dreaming or did I actually just hear them again
Can't be true, that's totally absurd!
“Okay then, alright then, toodle-loo, bye-bye!”
Sure love to hear that again
Life has moved on but love to hear them once more
That familiar sweet old refrain
© Jack Ellison 2013
once upon a time
a girl thought she'd found a place
a place to express
her deep and foolish
dreams and thoughts and fantasies
secret private cove
and now it's been spoiled
by those that must criticize
must be all they know
I believe that those
who feel the need must have been
under the constant
dark heavy blanket
of scrutiny and now live
to show us the way
well I'm outta here
thanks for the positive words
from those of you that
understand that we
only want to hear the good
keep negative out
There is a mammal in Madagascar that is nearing extinction
Who, through an unusual evolution, has a unique distinction
Like a woodpecker, it taps on the trees through the bark
Vibrating insects and bugs to eat in the dark.
Instead of a beak it uses a long digit on its hands
The middle one having grown to a rather long expanse
Its tapping at night makes a unique forest sound
And with its long middle digit it scoops up the grubs that it found.
The name of this primate? It’s called the Aye-aye,
And due to deforestation it’s a species going bye-bye
But for the few years on this planet it still might linger
It looks like to me, they’re giving man the finger.
Absolutely true – look it up.
I'm Heavier than the walls of a writers block
Hotter than a favelas summers clock
I'm Rougher than sand paper, hanging on a carpenters sock
Distanced like lands separated at sea
step in these 11 and a half's , so i can show you what it takes to be free.
You once said it still hurt! I was dead!
You once said love, and i ****ed up.
I wish you would of read,
Me , as cool and empty as my breathe and lungs.
I should have woke up when your love rung.
I shouldn't lose, but it feels right to fail.
In war and love their is no mercy in this jail.
For us id move the gun for the canine to score,
yet, I've never met a person id try losing for.
"I got the blues ladies and gentlemen.
A round of an applause for our fine men playing tonight.
I have a love story to tell you about.
Its a bout a fine man, who was no different from you.
Yet, this man was a whole lot different."
He was strong, with a vision holding his nuts and nothing mattered.
So even the liquid couldn't get to his bladder
Maybe a brother, maybe a son, maybe a close friend,
it doesn't matter who or what only when it ends.
There comes a time in a mans life, where he is living and not looking.
It is then where he feels free and forgets about her first cooking.
In you i have faith my god, my mother and father.
It isnt much to say,
its just doesn't feel right to still feel love in 100 shades of gray
Im lifting the writers walls and cooling the sun with the moons clouds.
Ill pray i never lose this much.
Life is good, but shell never answer to tell me why she was so out of touch
No time, nor dimension,
can show what hes feeling,
another day it may be easier to take a break from this grieving.
Good night ladies and gentlemen,
i just pray you show her this note tonight.
Giving me a breathe, gazing into this uneasy nyc sight.
Ive learned to live without air and only with my memories of the world ,
you were so beautiful and pure on the first date as u smiled and twirled
"By then the young man turned into a gray angry man,
no tear could he drop,
Its then the girl played the music of love and he finally let his ego drop"
The heavens opened up and gave the young man reason to live,
she was back again, and he was stoned and passive.
Trying to catch his mental, he grabbed her tight, he lost his mind for one more time
to never forget her smell on that Bronx night.
An eccentric young lady named Vi
Got it into her head she could fly.
So, in spite of her shrink,
With a nod and a wink,
She went sailing away through the sky.
BYE-BYE BILLY BAKER
Chasing butterflies through the grass
Trapping fireflies in a glass
Butter and fire don’t seem to blend
But Billy Baker was my best friend
Flipping baseball cards against a wall
Raking leaves in the early fall
Hoping summer vacation wouldn’t end
And Billy Baker was my best friend
Playing little league with a first place team
Talking about both of our tomorrow’s dream
With things to borrow and things to lend
Me and Billy Baker who was my best friend
Becoming boy scouts with badges to earn
So much about young girls for us to learn
Silly little love notes he and I penned
Me and Billy Baker, my best friend
Trick or treating on Halloween
Both of us greeting seventeen
Each with a shoulder when one of us cried
And today I learned my best friend Billy Baker died
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Becca Teagan I’ve heard that you’re leaving
My stomach is now churning and heaving
Salty tears start to flow
I don’t want you to go
You are loved here and now I am grieving
Dear Becca you are part of this group
Just take a break from poetry soup
So please take a rest
Then come back refreshed
And the souper’s will be cock a hoop!
Written for Bye Bye Becca Contest
Sponsored by Jerry T Curtis