Best Farewell Friend Poems
November Chills Remind Me
As November chill creeps in
I think of June and a friend
Sun beaming so eagerly down
our spot at the edge of town
Silent moments holding me
to a time and her pitiful plea
O' that this day last forever
and my love leave me never
She saw farther than I
the thought made her cry
I thought her so wrong
right she was all along
Clime cooled and so did we
leaves fell from our tree
October faded swiftly away
Parted on a chilly November day
November chills I think of her
so gone, I know not where
Shall June ever come again
will ever I see my friend
Sun shines down upon my Soul
keeping her should have been my goal.
R.J. Lindley 09, 11, 1976
note: Tomorrow will be two weeks and no new writes by me.
That is other than my private writings at home..
Found this in a old poetry book tucked in a chest with
divorce papers from my first wife.
Seemed fitting to present it because , well its November now.
Answer, no never saw her again. She moved away, I lost contact.
Life sent its distractions and the universe spun ever onward..
That Bench
He goes there every day; to that bench in the shade;
Where his shoes have formed small clearings in the gravel;
where his wool sport coat has rubbed smooth the paint.
He goes there every day, to that bench in the shade
where the squirrels eat straight from his hand
as little birds frantically snatch up seeds he's sprinkled about.
He goes there every day, to that bench in the shade
but not today…and not again.
08/30/15
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The Winds of change have come again.
To think we've lost another friend.
It grieves my heart, you left so soon.
I read your blog this afternoon.
A better place you've journeyed to.
God Speed Harry, thinking of You.
Dedication to Harry Horsman.
My condolences to his family.
Also want to thank Mandy a
True friend of Harry's for
informing us...
Michael Tor
Some friends aren’t forever
This is as far as we go
We’ll exchange dishonest smiles
Ignoring what we both know
You’ll say “See you later”, one last time
You’ll give me your number, and I’ll give you mine
but we won’t call and we won’t meet
though you think I’m funny and I think you’re sweet
Your company has done me good
We’ve talked much longer than we should
From the dark a face watches, the shades are drawn
my home life waits with the porch light on
and the gloom of “if” will hide the track
the many miles that I walk back
You, at the airport window, waving a sad goodbye
Onboard, I, with skirtful of hot, salty tears
I experienced being sliced in two pieces
The airplane now pulls me away
How could I abandon you
Heart of my heart
True,loving friend
Au Revoir
End
In Memory of Pamela Peterson. I never had a friend like
her, with whom I spent so much golden time with.
We laughed so hard , we cried! Both very different, yet
so much the same.
May 31, 2020
9am PST
Poem # 1308
Ah, nothing.
So glorious and divine,
As if it doesn’t exist.
My friend, here we are,
You and me to be,
An adventure awaits us.
Here and there nothing lays about,
Everything’s gone and disappeared,
No words to be said,
No good nor bad, just emptiness.
My friend, here we are,
You and me to be,
We are who we are,
We are nothing,
As if we don’t exist.
How do you measure love?
With every breath and sigh
Cold winds blow by
Remembering winters past
Promises of friendship to last
I remember you
In everything I do
How do you measure love
Through what we have done
Memories of past
Stored forever last
Continuously remember you
In all that I do
Even in the snow
Windswept cold winds winnow
Steadfast weather of the past
Our promise of friendship to last
Incessantly remember you
In everything I do
How do you measure love
When time marches on with no ending
There was no future from the beginning
Just Connection I cannot lose
Eternally remembering
All because of you
Watching the birds take their feeding
Then hiding in their shelter of needing
Your covering was our affection
Then we lost all our direction
I lost my breath
And then I sigh
Promises foregone
There is no song
How do you measure love?
When there is none
Margaret Franceschini
2/17/14
6 a.m.
I saw your pain compressed in
Tourniquets and plungers.
Memories condensed to tears.
Cooling your hand holding bottles.
Dripping in puddles that flowed,
With white wind down glass tubes.
When you pressed for it,
I asked you;
Why you wanted too
So badly –
Maybe you did not hear me.
Then I asked -
For the attention?
But you were done talking.
“The affection is still free”.
I should try not to waste sentences.
At the hour of mid morning,
I remembered when I first saw you.
Walking up the sidewalk,
And I thought to myself:
Yes, I would - So I did.
Smiling ghosts made perfect faces,
Dancing off cigarettes on my front porch..
Yours ran to catch you.
As I watched with mine,
You walking home.
I pass a year and you in a store,
I heard you don’t cry the same,
Not like you used to.
You looked happy - I guess,
Or maybe it was, I hope you are.
Written January 17, 2011
Sit down in an empty room
No one makes a sound
Unless I ring the alarm and sound all the sirens
The angel of darkness swoons to reel in its catch
If he leads, then I'll follow suit
Preacher preach to me now, while I'm being lifted off of the ground
Rhetoric can't raise the dead
So pull me back before he reels me in with steady hands and fills my mind with lead
I'll leave my best regards to all of those who tried to snap his line in attempts to reel me back
But friends are only friends
You can throw me in an ambulance but as soon as you close the doors
I'll be gone into the weight of my regrets
Following the angel of death into the darkest depths
Until I see the light of all that's left
But at what point do I cross the line in the sand?
How do I know that this could just be the roll of the tide whispering in my ear?
Oh how it digs into my mind
Torn between which side of brightness I will find
Split between the bony hand of disconnect and the flabby flesh of past regret
There I remain waiting for a miracle, looking for a sign
Or am I too far for miracles, am I too blind for signs?
Oh have I let the artist down?
FAREWELL MY FRIEND
Within the heart of this gentle man, rocked the storm
Of the open highway, a blazing passion that burnt and
Singed at his inner soul spirit.
Spiritual kindred of the Harley idealism, born to be free,
Living with the wind beneath his wings of cycle chrome,
An eagle silhouette beneath the horizons lost venues,
Of the routes less traveled by.
Oh God bless this lost road warrior, for he tried
His best to live by the rules of honor, bravery,
And courage.
Beneath those wrinkles of age, a sparkle lit within
Those eyes that remained timeless, but only a biker
Can truly understand such passion that drove such
A gentlemen such as this friend of mine, known
Simply as Tattoo.
Oh the open highway is a harsh mistress, clashing
Hard with the review mirror of reality, betrayed by
The warmth of sorrows distrusting female, it was
All that remained left unto he whom loved her
Best, but the lure of drugs took him away,
Leaving us to wonder why?
It is said that God protects the meek and mild,
If this is true, may he stand at the right side of
The good and just. Beyond these troubling shores,
That seemed to bare down upon him so.
Let the divine winds of grace always remain
At his back, as the breezes of freedom blow
Through his graying hair, riding onto the last roads
Eternal highway on his majestic Harley, we bid
Tattoo a toast in destiny’s honor and fellowship.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Written January 1, 2014
I'm just passing through
This tumbleweed town
Wondering why anyone would
Bother to stay around
When the truths that are spoken
By our mothers and fathers
Are lies told to quiet our fears
To quench the thirst
Of a man counting his years
So today is the day
When I'll be laid to waste
Buried beneath this cold dry sand
Where my father once made me the man that I am
So go tell the angel of death
He can have all that's left
I've nothing to fear in this world
Tell my wife and my child
Not to go and get riled
Up over an old useless man
With a feather in my cap and a gun in my hand
Whistling tunes of my favorite band
Now it's just me and Death
Whispering under our breaths
Shouting high to the mountains
And cursing regrets
Who will be the first
One to draw out his gun
But no matter the end that we meet
One's labeled a coward
And the other is knocked off his feet
It looks as if death has triumphed in jest
Believers and sinners have come to pay their respects
So Death please just leave them be
Crying beneath this Joshua tree
Today I heard you pass
Those words RIP
Broke my heart
There was nothing much I could have said,
Except rest in peace my dear friend.
I wish, I could have held your hand
I would have liked to say farewell
But I could not get to you in time
So with these words I write
Farewell my loving friend.
THIS is to remember my dear old friend
Memories I have, fading away
I walk on this road that has no end
In search of my friend, in a hopeless way.
I listen to bird songs in distant lands
To which my silent applause, brings me a tear
On this dreary dark night,
I wish you could hold my hands,
And give me comfort that you’re here.
You lifted me from bended knees
Made me a friend, as I regained my strength.
Before this setting sun, in times like these,
Thy smile would spread without restrain.
I look up into the sky, upon that fading light
The setting sun, a beckoning star
Farewell my friend, wherever you are.
Hey, where you be gone?
Losing your selves, wail to the solitude
Buddy, fella, soulmate
You are aside from the bond of our story
Why is this have to be happened?
Did you forget about the times that have been taken?
In better or worse, in each and every challenges, the ups and downs of sanity
We faced and exceed everything that would impede
Have you know?
There is lonesome in the absence of you
If only you are here and stay by me
If only the clock struck back to the times we used to be
If only we're inseparable
You are irreplaceable
Your heart within my recesses
My soul sings for your name
Will your existence be return?
Help me to let go God above
show me how to live without
his friendship, his love.
My trembling hands continue
to shake. I don't know where
to place this heartbreak.
Hollow and empty I feel in my
soul. Nothing compares to the
loving feeling that once made
me feel whole.
Arms out reached in longing
desire towards the stars;
I need to feel the healing of
their great fire to remove the
scars.
Hold on to me great spirit in
the sky.
Give me strength to say good-bye.