Best Departures Poems

Rain drizzling on the window pane
Sullen moments, filled with melancholy
Wishes glued to hopes of sunshine
Rays washing away the storm clouds, 
The gray day – the tempestuous darkness

Nothing in life ever felt quite as dismal
As the overcast moments when I was left
To my own devices, my...

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I never overcame your departure brothers
since then
my feet walk crippled
the kidney only filters half of the residues
my heart partially collapsed
and beats insufficiently
the gastric juice became acid
and corrodes the sweetness of dreams
the bronchial airways are carbonized
and emit a roaring echo
the neurons lost
innumerable synapses
when dying necrotic
but here...

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I’m drawn to airport departure halls,
to the optimism of leaving.
The suspension of here.
The promise of there.

I like the in-between feeling of transit,
the lightness that comes from  
exchanging one clock for another.  
And how someplace else makes you a child, 
everything new again.
And the...

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(Here comes a husband, a leader, preparing for the war for his people`s right.
A wife, making sure of everything to be perfect before leave and the angry troops who are ready to die after their devil`s death.)
(Departure is terrible, now or then)

I cannot understand, what...

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I feel it’s good a time to end the day          
when  sea merges its gray into the sky –
I long to disappear somewhere away
where futile dreams won’t ever let me cry.
But my boat sails lose...

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Moonbeam departures 

A chilly morning
greets me beneath
 silent springtime skies
of fading stars
and moon beam departures
as another new day
finds me 
thinking of you

And as I quietly gaze
across sunrise glimmers
tickling distant weary fields
to the northern horizon
my thoughts change
as I wonder. . .
if you are thinking
of me too

Good...

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movie about 
Preparing the dead
Was moving
In so many ways


It celebrates life
And the beauty contained
As a heart wrending
Story relays

My favorite scene
Is the one
Where they feast
After closing up shop for the day


As one of the
Leading men
Gorges himself
 He looks at his partner to say

I hate myself !


The...

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The wont of sleeps will may trip on illusive tonight 

and stumble on a rhythm 

laying plaint and wet in some other dream 


Sleep may gnaw at my pillow tonight 

as the drug of you courses through my veins 

and such capillary wanting 

may perturb...

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I sobbed I cried at news you'd died
Was more a launch exploding, heart
Somehow disaster on my part!
Though capsule's ashes stain the ground,
The goals you dreamt of, live, profound.
They blast off, fly beyond the moon,
Such wonders, Bill, (1) can't come too soon!
God grace if man can...

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Deep within his marrow, he knew she would go
  Her imminent departure a nuance of the seasonal paradigm
 He poured a drink as he gazed at the falling snow,
   It was still autumn, yet winter had the temerity to arrive ahead of...

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Always and forever, a seeker am I.
Not content to dally in one place, a long time.
The gleam of new places and new friends, calls to me.
Like an astronaut, to seek a new venture in the sky.

I have never understood this about me at all.
Just know...

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The lingering hug
  The last "I love you, Dad"
The suitcase on wheels
  behind him now

Automatic doors open
  "Get back in your vehicle, sir"
A final glimpse --
  Gruffly now: "Move out, mister..."...

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Late at the airport, in haste we arrived.
Rumbling plastic wheels rushing in unity,
from tarmac to marble to carpet;
the shuffling queue dispersed, finally.
Luggage swept away, adorned with labelling.
Black and white tags mark a future, awakening.

A marathon sprint to the gate, a race against time
but a man...

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So many lost,
             among those 
             who arrive,
             and...

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My latest piece is too long for the poerty sectiob - it's in "Short Stories."

It's called 'an interview"


Here's MOST of the URL:

www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/an_interview_10880...

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