Best Departure Poems
I will watch their winged endurance, on the crest of autumn's eve,
without knowing where or distance, but in faith they must believe
As the harsh breath sounds of winter are calling geese to leave
I will hear songs of assurance, gliding low against the breeze
I can hear inherent partings, as they form into a V
And they soothe my doubtful worry, as they fly the crimson sea
Lifting eyes, I follow upward, as they cluster into line
With necks stretched long and southbound, departing with a sigh
With constant proof, year after year, their calling fills my ears
Sent here by the grace of God, in a race against my fear
While their promised songs may sadden me, and tears to eyes will bring
Their steadfast return assures my heart, to believe tomorrow's spring
"Doubt your doubts before you doubt your faith."
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Once simian stock from brambles
Orange buffoon whose ooze rambles
Orangutan clone
On narcissist’s throne
Owns ape-man’s old brain in shambles
“Without departure “
Long expected on this one day,
Heads headed two ways,
Lingering without time,
Doves, glide in to wave goodbye.
Your wings on us have grown.
Never will I fold your friendship like a flag that had flown.
Smiles you are so wise and poetic.
With the right kind of pleasure and pride of your own.
Untied after your rope pulled you another way.
Free to come back and smile on us one day.
Barren like gust and sun lighten plumes, on a rainy day.
In my eyes, you will always be the successor that got away.
I’ll await once more for your wandering heart, to compose.
I fell without departure to your notes.
My days will gaze for you to jump in with two feet and return,
Yet, I will suffer..................
and lump it with a giant gulp, and ask :-(
Must you really engage us with a sadden farewell?
by;pd
inspired by: David William's............ poem "I"...
~for Joann's contest~
This long sojourn is
prelude to fall's departure.
On a river, clear…
I hold blossoming jasmines
and Mama's final ashes
Traditional Tanka for Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
5/28/2016
The only thing that hurts me so:
Your saying, "No can do."
I burned my list of painful things
And crossed the line for you.
I know you mean not shatter hearts,
A noble deed indeed.
But sometimes fact negates intent
And crashes at full speed.
My love is not conditional,
But I must gain control.
I must restrain myself so much
It empties out my soul.
Promise me that you will try,
A promise you won't break.
I'm not supposed to speak a word.
A risk I had to take.
I can't traverse back to that place
'Cuz I've been bad enough.
My friendship you will always have
As long as you hang tough.
I know not what you're dealing with
And maybe that's for best.
I can only sit and hope
And pray you pass this test.
There's one thing I must Post Script.
You know you're my North Star.
We cannot correspond like this,
But I'll never be that far...
A mi Estrella Norte
A wall holds a bright white clock,
Five minutes tick to breach the span.
Time is relative only to breathing,
While immortality strives to live.
I rise from the depths of pain,
In fragrant mist of triumph.
The room unfolds behind me,
Where flesh obliges morbid death.
In parting, I reap one last glance,
To those that begrudge my leaving.
I bend to wipe their cheeks from tears,
As their souls churn in saddened anguish.
My spirit trembles between sorrow and joy,
Being pulled by love from earth and heaven.
Then, the time is marked upon the doctor’s chart,
Releasing me to my glorious eternal departure.
I could not see anything wrong
With getting a tan in a thong
But it made Jan ruffle
when it failed to muffle
Spicy chili con carne pong
I find myself at a cross road.
Which way should I go?
To my left is uncertainty.
To my right is a dead end.
So I'm stuck and I can't move.
I have no choice but to exit UP
My private jet is on the way
Goodbye my friends.
"Where are you going?" I asked, but she said nothing.
Her hazel eyes raged like a tempest as she gently closed
the door behind her. "Don't go please. I'm sorry" my
heart cried out but my stubborn pride won out and
I said nothing.
I watched her walk away with that unique stride
which spoke of many past pleasures. while her hair,
Oh! Her fragrant raven hair that used to cover my
face each night beckoned me, but my dignity won
out and I said nothing.
"Wait! Wait!" My tortured brain whimpered while seeing
her get further away. In her suitcase she carried my
passion, my love, my future and my soul. My dignity
smiled while my stinging eyes, like those of a lost and
frighten child, begged her to return, but I said nothing.
Ambrosia
Black tulip Shrek
Green envy demonstrative
Butter wouldn't melt whence churned
Into something other than itself
With chicken arms and pigeon chest
Which inside to hide
The ashes of a loved one
Departed
The sea was a whisper before it was water,
cleaved through the wind.
I stepped into its silver mouth,
waves curling something pressing in
a wistful longing for a past I never knew.
Seagulls traced ethereal designs across the expanse
their wails scattered like fragments.
Somewhere underneath the foam,
the past was fossilized within sedimentary strata
waiting for my hands to delve deep enough to find it.
The tide came in more forcefully
and I thought of to how love in this way
always arriving, always leaving---
sometimes tender, sometimes intense enough
to split the coast in two.
When it ebbed, it left behind more than remnants of a disaster,
it embodied the ideal I sought;
calmed by the steady undulations of the sea,
gleaming in calmness;
as if the tide dredged up
on the verge of being forgotten.
Who is seeing off whom,
In home,hospital or Hell,
Visiting you in your sick room,
Knowing you won't get well?
In that space 'twixt life and death
You linger,time running out of sand,
All words mere empty breath
In what is no man's land.
Tears choked back(signs of guilt?)
A brave face essays a brave word
Like a house on sand built,
The emptiness of the absurd.
Time to go will soon be here.
Faith alone makes life endure.
When the loss is of one so dear,
Of that,who can really be sure?
Requiescat in pace.
Amor vincit omnia
Et omnes mors.
I stand and watch as you depart,
And as you turn your head and glance,
The moment stills my heart...
When will we have another chance?
Your perfume lingers in the air
And tempts me yet to call aloud.
We should be careful not to stare,
Our love contained beneath a shroud.
Until we dare next share a kiss,
I'll hold this moment in my heart.
And with each breath I take I'll miss
You, as I do now you depart.
He refers to himself in the third person,
knows life with no margins or banks,
nor tides, or mention of the day he departed.
it was a day like no other.
They waited a long time and thought about Venice,
and the quiet stars,
welcoming the will and words.
Find a place to go, like a garden or some amazing place beyond any dispute, beyond confusion embraced,
then look what we got,
a black blot,
screaming uncertainty.
That point of departure; abandoning, squandering all the days and nights of drenched lost meaning.
He hadn't belonged for decades, and still no one believed or understood, even the plain spoken, who could?
That's what we're talking about.
"Departure"
In the majestic curves of galactic arms
we choose to dissolve all war and hate
we venture forth fast away from primeval captivity
into the unknown welcoming cardiomegaly of It
what waits like Kaa wrapped around our scorched fate
beckoning our inner worlds like glowing orbs
we are swallowed into the burning crystal ball
Its starry gates open like god-like jaws
evolving like Paleolithic tadpoles old stone age
lacking tales to execrate all the obdurate
their time will come when all is far too late
and their karma is to remain to do it all again
fortune’s for the brave
freedom's for the few
we choose It like The Chosen do
to turn our backs on all that human hate
we raise our minds
we raise our eyes
our heart's electric
sending morse code messages
we begin to watch
the open skies of Blue
for forgotten arrivals
seen through moving clouds obscured
Candide Diderot. ‘25