Best Closure Poems
Another One Shuts Down (Corona virus version)
Gates and boards and reels of wire
Garbage by the gates
Driveway overgrown with grass
The factory is a state
Security checks once an hour
To make sure all's still locked
Another business shut it's door
the economy was rocked
Another workplace bites the dust
Another one shuts down
To find the business district here
You've got to leave the town
They're closing up 'bout one a month
Jobs are leaving by the score
When you leave, turn out the lights
And please folks, lock the door
Work is leaving faster than
It has ever in the past
There's more folks on assistance
How long will this all last?
Fifty years a hundred ten
Factories closing shop
There's more buildings that are vacant
Our growth came to a stop
It doesn't matter where you go
It's that damn covid one nine
If you are not essential
Out goes the "CLOSING" sign
It all comes down to profit
You're a number not a name
It doesn't matter where you go
Plant closure is the game
Another workplace bites the dust
Another one shuts down
To find the business district here
You've got to leave the town
They're closing up 'bout one a month
Jobs are leaving by the score
When you leave, turn out the lights
And please folks, lock the door
October cannot stay to show her love
As stars slowly light her colored hair
She slowly blends into November's mist
Silently slipping away
November arrives undressing autumn
With misty eyes of freezing rain
She beacons the seasonal closure
As days are laden with frosty mornings
December pulled out his robe of white
slowly blanketing all within sight.
With a cold breath he bids adieu
Heralding in a new season
(C)aring enough to acknowledge
(L)etting go of the bitterness
(O)vercoming the shame
(S)eeing things differently
(U)nderstanding the lessons
(R)ecognizing the good things
(E)ndings turn into beginnings
Heidi Sands
Where once I could only taste
Sweet as sweetness should be,
Now there is only but
A sense of hostility
Towards me.
Perhaps you should but could not;
I say, “please, ” but you would not
Say goodbye.
Now you say it is not over
And that I should wait;
So I do so,
But is it in vain?
Like in slow motion,
Falling in mid-air,
Faster and faster;
Till the ground meets me
And my body shatters and breaks.
It’s been so long since I last saw you,
My heart is now cramping in ache;
But the ground has not yet met me,
So as you say so,
Here I lie and wait.
I miss you,
And shall keep missing you,
Till the time comes
When I will miss
Missing you.
You can close your eyes,
Plug your ears,
Shut your mouth.
But you cannot close your mind.
stoic expression
though prickly thorns stabbed her breast
silent suffering
lingering sorrow
memories drift unbidden
closure is denied
You and me we've met before
Without thinking we opened Love's door
Time stood still light illuminated dark
Heaven bequeathed an undeniable spark
A fiery reunion of the ages
Passion fueled the turning of the pages
Instant comfort still a mystery
Karmic mirrors about to make history
Bubbles surface in the cauldron of shame
Undoubted truth glows in the flame
Standing naked for me to see
Remarkably, you look just like me
Vulnerable to our scars,wounds and flaws
We are blinded by the unrealistic nature of laws
A long journey down the path of pain
When will our soul's peace ever be regained
Broken hearts over secrets and lies
You will never see through these eyes
Failed divine intervention for the selfish ego
Time is up Time to let go
Certain of unfinished karmic debt
Remains remorse for the goals set
Goodbye with honor and gratitude
Happiness and joy shall not allude
blind by the dazzle,
into the sunset,I gaze-
on my yesterdays
The leaves are losing their greenery, turning to yellow gold.
They gently cascade covering the green earth below.
The land becomes a devoid , colorless, landscape.
Along the fields, the harvest already cut.
The mustard seed with it's vibrant yellow, harvested.
The wheat, barley and rye still remain out on the fields.
The harvest season was wet, it became water logged.
Drowning the plants, as they try to mature.
The birds are flying south to warmer habitat.
Already gone are the robins, black birds and crows.
Here to endure the winter season, are the chickadees.
The morning melodies , no longer heard.
The annual weeds are dispersing their seeds,
To re generate in the next spring.
Drifting, shifting they migrate on the wind,
Scattering their seeds upon rocks and crevices.
The late fall winds dance across the grasses,
Now looking like yellowing straw.
The land becomes a grave for dormant life,
Only lie in a embryo state till spring.
i treated your loss just like death
grieving for you as i did my mother
i still wonder if the universe
wasn't teaching me a lesson in karma
for you were a personification of heaven
which surely meant there would be hell to pay
for a year i tried to drown you out
with illegal drugs and spirits
something to wipe away the memories
numb the gut wrenching pain
and to quiet the nightmares
that made me fearful of sleep
you still remain
after my previous endeavors failed
i sought out pleasurable company
calling on old acquiantances
and admirers of our once shared love
dull, boring, lacking in every sense
and that is putting it mildly
then that lonely august afternoon
an unexpected surprise
chiming from within my apartment
your tender voice on the other end
everything rushing back
my soul revitalized
your freshman year in your rearview
returning home to gather creature comforts
inviting me for a ride along to arizona
after all others had declined
i hesitated thinking it a bad idea
but knew the courage it must've took to ask
hey danny, do you remember
sleeping in the cab of your truck
at that shady looking truck stop
just over the new mexico state line
you nestled up in my arms sleeping
just like old times
i remember climbing with you
through the catalina shadows
chasing roses instead of lilacs
jumping over chasms
eating prickly pears
and showering in the springs
three days i spent in your bliss again
while three days you sharpened your dagger
waking up to the sight of ian
hovering over me, smiling
like a buzzard mocking its pray
unaware i'd been mislead
our time together cut short by my request
unable to bear the thought of you having moved on
standing alone at the terminal side-by-side
your hand reached over to cup mine
turning i could see the tears welling up in your eyes
your voice cracking now with apologies
one final embrace
your face buried into my chest as you sobbed
your eyes opening shedding tears
one final kiss
feeling just like the first
under the fall
a decade has gone by
i've sworn off love in hopes
someday you'll return to reclaim what's yours
now and forevermore
even after all we've been through
you still remain
~ fin ~
Closure drops through my fingers like slowly falling rain..
To remember the smiles that will always drown in pain..
Now I run to a place that forgets what was good..
A soul with cracks and a heart that's left misunderstood..
On one Christmas Eve
To those who believe
News was declared
Honest and fair
Information needed for those trivial pursuits
About the red outfitted man wearing snowy black boots
“This is to be proclaimed
Santa Claus has a middle name!”
Bellowed the communication crier
Reading from a royally documented flyer
“What is it?
Does it fit?”
Townspeople asked
About the imaginary facts
Wondering if this was a wise act
Handled properly with tact
As the name was announced
Faith it was pronounced
Creating such a buzz
Describing exactly what Santa Claus does
A magical spirit
When one hears it
Conjuring up invisible power
Having strength not being a coward
Energizing a special force
Assisting in dealing with adversity, of course
Changing things for the better
Reason enough to write a letter
Explaining the trouble
Behind the burst bubble
While asking for peace and joy
Which appears in the form of a hand-crafted toy
Truth be told about this lesson
Where faith is addressing
Combatting the problem that is the mess
Forcing the enemy to confess
Santa exists
Equipped with a warm, loving Isotoner wearing fist
Guiding us through life’s cold blurry wintry mist
Giving the gift of understanding
During a time when things are demanding
Disrupting all the planning
So, go off and pray
With a simple request to say
“I am not scared,”
Remember to show the Santa stare
“Warning don’t you dare
Faith is inside me
Now let us enjoy our afternoon tea.”
Multi-Colored sky
spreads shades of clouds far and wide
Light, reflecting time
brings peace to the observer
granting closure for the day
Heidi Sands
3/13/22
Softly, tenderly whisper it to me just once more
I must hear it before the closing of the door.
Tell me in that voice that’s wired to my soul
Tell me you love me with a love I alone know.
Hold me, mold me to your charms complete
Soothe me with balmed hands before I sleep.
Of a truth, I need you now as never before,
There is a beckoning from that distant shore.
I tremble now, feeling the fateful hour near
It will cruelly seize what I have ever held dear.
But we knew in the backburner of our minds
That for every love, time this moment finds.
Softly, tenderly, whisper it to me just once more
Hurry, love, there is a rasping at the door.
Give me some time to let this love go,
To rid all the pain,
OH how it grows,
You’ve changed me forever,
I’ll never forget,
Your words of advice,
I gave much respect,
You helping me change,
And how not to forget,
I give all my thanks,
With no regrets
Of how much I cared
Don’t ever forget
How strong my love was
Too strong for you yet
Forever my love
And forever was it meant
Until you said never
So nevers what you'll get
Yet forever in my heart
Is where this love sits
As I feel like im stuck in a bottomless pit
Stuck am I not
Just in a big mess
These feelings they kill
I just don’t want the stress
Of this love that’s so strong
I now put it to rest
To rid all my fears
Stuck inside of my chest
Its closure I need
In order to rest
I have now gotten it all
Off of my chest
Thanks for your time
And for holding your breath
Now you should know of this love in my chest