Best Parting Poems


My Parting Gifts

My Parting Gifts…

Goodbye, my son, my only king.
You are my love, your name I sing. 
My wish was more to be with you,
to be with you, and see you through.
It is my fate to leave you now. 
My dread was this, to tell you how.
I’m going away, place unknown. 
The way I lived was not my own.
I am going, and I’ll complain.
Letting you go, it’s all my pain.
I am with you, with morning dawn.
Kissing your shadow until it’s gone.
My parting gifts to you, my son,
To live your life the way is fun.
Surrender to the thing you love;
what measures love grows above.
To get knowledge to find out why;
What is this life to you and I?
Me and you both, we are oneness.
There is no fear to feel darkness.
I am going without goodbye,
Remember me the way I fly. 

2/16/16 Haloo

For: AJ

Parting Peace

As the last sun sets
and life ebbs away,
ugly words and deeds
flash across his mind
and he feels ashamed.

Bitter tears flow
into the mire
of squandered time
he can't redeem.

His eyes dim
as he begs 
forgiveness.

God hears -
At last

Peace.


21/01/19

Any Theme Diminished Hexaverse Poetry Contest : sponsored by Charles Messina

F F I series 25 dim hex blog : Brian Strand

Premium Member On Parting

how i dream
sweet soul mate
of the moment
when i will join you 
~
when my work here
will be done
and i’ll have given
all that i could give

only then in peace
most willingly
i’ll leave all behind
to find my wings

over my shoulder
give but a quick glance
and with content heart
blow one final kiss
~
goodbye
mother earth
hello universe



AP: 3rd place 2021


Premium Member My Parting Gifts

The Angels have come
to take me away
The only hug I can give
are the words I write today
In my shaking hand
They've placed a golden pen
So I ponder my past
my here now and then

What words of wisdom 
do I have to impart?
At this moment 
I wish to express my whole heart
When you find your soul is aching 
and you're far from okay
The best gift I can offer
is to learn how to pray
For nothing is as bad 
as often it seems
Although life has tearful moments
you must cling to your dreams

Cry when you need to
don't keep emotions trapped inside
Happiness needs growing space 
It's blocked by what we hide
Let tears cleanse your spirit
loss and love makes you whole
Don't avoid your sadness
it strengthens the soul

Nothing is forever
so take many chances
Each stage in your life
is a collection of dances
Breathe in every moment
until your very last breath
Because not truly living
is a sad sort of death!

Premium Member No Worries

I’ve never played a hole in one,
that doesn’t worry me.
I’ve never sailed around the world,
its glories for to see.
I’m not a self-made millionaire,
that doesn’t worry me.
I have no need for fancy cars
or staying in chic hotels.
I have no wish to fly to Mars
or mingle with the stars.
I have no stately country pile,
that doesn’t worry me.
Our lives we’ve lived in simple style,
together you and me.
Some sixty years have come and gone
since we walked down the aisle,
and now, with nodding age, I see
that someday we must part,
but that’s not going to worry me.
It will simply break my heart.
© Peter Rees  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Parting

Waves shore-bound break in a calm jade translucence 
Our time together fades into tranquil eternal bliss


Premium Member Her Parting Words

Like a cork bobbing, thrown about
upon the waves by frenzy spurred
my train of thought zoomed in and out,
I tried to focus: last words, slurred,
so near…so far…I swirled in doubt. 

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Sicilian Quintain: rhyme sequence: a. b. a. b. a.
Five Word Challenge Contest
Prompt words: tried, far, train, upon, cork
Hosted by Beth Evans
© 30th November 2019

The Parting

The Parting

Exodus 14

We stand sweating and thirsty by the shore
At the setting of Ra
A setting we’ve always anticipated
Bringing a glimpse of beauty to each day of toil
Beauty now eclipsed by a plumage of fire
Baking our scarred backs 
Reflected heat scorching past us 
To turn the red waters aflame
Red mixing with yellow 
Glistening and churning
What Gehenna must look like

For it was the beginning of the end when Moses came
Since his God awakened from prolonged slumber
Awakened no doubt by the prayers of devout widows
Widows who still believe the stories about Joseph
And safe-keep his bones
But there’s no denying recent events 
I thought we hated the Egyptians
But not compared to Moses’s God
And now what’s left of them are here
We hear their horses neighing, their muffled screams of insults and threats
All brought here by the same whirlwind of destiny
That besets us both

And now it is night 
The reds and the yellows fade to black
Vibrant colors swept away by wind
And such a wind
Spraying the salt into our faces
Immersing us, maddening us further with thirst
Hour after hour after cursed hour

Ra returns at last
Revealing a scene we will never forget
We face a gauntlet of dry ground 
The sea blown aside by relentless gales
The ground covered with clinging seaweed, craggy rocks, and freshly-dead fish
Shrieking seagulls are feasting and swarming like locusts
Holy smoke it is impressive
We stand agape for a moment
Then into this valley the old step first
Slow progress, stumbling, dodging, climbing
Walking through collateral damage 
Frequently looking back
Expecting to be overrun by our oppressors

Ra sets again 
We all have crossed
We turn and face the sea, now filling again
Swirling with them, horses and men
Gasping for air, dying one by one
Our tears unexpectedly cover the ground
Mourning a common humanity, a shared sorrow
And we feel again the heat on our backs
Heat from the endless desert, from an unknown fate
But O God
Still we thirst
© Mark Elam  Create an image from this poem.

Our Final Parting At School

I was with her at School,
but She got lost in a crowed.
I remained there at School,
With Tear drops on the ground.

Tararaah...Tararaah...
Rain drops on the ground.
In the rain I was standing like a Fool,
In the rain I was standing like a Mule!

My mind was telling me to go Home,
My heart was telling me to put that on Hold!
The wind was cold, I called and the Phone was droped.
Ttwaaah...On the ground, the Phone was droped.

I picked it, still ringing, I Heard her
singing,
"My Pride, My Joy, My Everything!"
As I was listening, the phone stoped
ringing.
Dwaaah! The lightning and Roses on my
feet.

Damn! I'v been day dreaming,
She is not coming, I'v been thinking!
This should be our Parting,
Cause Today She's partying and not
knowing that I still fall for Her!

#TrueColours

MLaMellzWritings2016
© M La Mellz  Create an image from this poem.

A Parting Shot

A parting shot

	  Baristas bang to level the grounds
	  Constant caffeinated sounds
	  Murmured speak of 'where to next'?
	  Lonely figures sit and text
	  Gluten-free on plates piled high
	  Condensing people passing by
	  Foreign tongues that click and slur
	  Counterpoint a song from Blur
	  Buy 'to go' to cut the cost
	  By patronage the past has lost
	  Dusty corners, crumbs they've missed
	  Pierced lip and tattooed wrist
	  How strange our habits, then and now
	  That beg the questions when? and how?
	  Suspended nylons now replaced
	  By skin-tight leggings trimmed and laced
	  Time has changed the way we think
	  Of what we eat and what we drink
	  Like poetry that used to rhyme
	  Now lost in Jabberwocky slime.
© Tim Riding  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Inevitable Parting

from the limpid pools
of your eyes, sad streams run down
through your hollowed cheeks —
quivering, shaking, breaking  
every fibre of your heart .

when you smile at me
I watch the curve of your lips
as they part to speak-
then I heed the sad whispers
of a torn, grief-stricken heart.

my heart is burning
at the thought of a farewell.
we are just pilgrims~
meeting to part in this world
heading to an unknown spot.

Premium Member Parting of Free-Spirited Hearts

I remember, not long after we met,
playing the parts of free-spirited hearts,
adlibbing lines without rehearsing.
   Absurd as it sounds, 'twas quite profound
that tensile strength of our tapestry threads 
became so quickly woven together...
   without eyes meeting nor voices heard.

We meshed as if delightfully dancing, 
swaying like palms in a balmy breeze.
Our steps were always in perfect sync.
   We were Fred and Ginger, turquoise and silver,
   Darcy and Elizabeth without pride and prejudice.
I imagined his touch and kisses with bated breath
until the day he went away... emotionally.

In realms where daylight and darkness merge,
that shadowed place where docile dreams 
and nefarious nightmares converge,
he was lost to me... Love's tragedy.
Our Utopian haven became a dystopian desert,
a desolate domain where stoic silence rules
over fools who choose to hold on to hope.

The nib of a pen, his tool of seduction 
His dark verses seduced my hungry soul
and lighthearted lyrics were welcomed humor.
I sighed over his poetic rhymes of garden roses.
   I suppose the fault was as much mine as his
   for flirtation came easily in moments of desire.
My heart yielded without repent to be with him
and longed to smell the scent of his garden beds.. 
   ‘Twas more than a mere whim 
   My yearning burned for him like wildfire.

Suddenly, his flame was extinguished 
as if what we'd shared had never been.
   I had become addicted to his alchemy.
Combustibly enamored with explosive thoughts
because my greed and indulgent need of him 
no longer fed my famished heart.

I was a prisoner of emotion, tangled within his web
of silken threads, longing once more to feel 
his passionate embrace, but no trace of him was left.
   What we vowed we felt was intoxicating.
I wanted him to make me that part of him
that didn't allow him to breathe without me...
   but it was not to be.

I savor what we shared; that aching aura of love. 
The months we dared expose our hearts. 
   I reread his poems and think of them as elegies ~
    memories that may one day fade away
     like sad melodies of haunting love songs
      that unearth melancholy on dark, dreary days.
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.

The Flowers Of Love

The flowers of love

That you gave to me

Have blossomed, have blossomed

And under the flaming sky

And in the impalpable sunlight

Pieces of me

Percolated from far edges of the universe

And together merged into love.

For when I say

That I love 

The meaning is this:

That my heart is fire.

That my mouth is parched.

That my hands are full of bruises.

That my eyes burn holes in the walls.

Love me.

Love me like cloud loves lightning

Love me like tenderness loves intensity

Love me like galaxy loves the quasar

Love me like orchid loves rain.

Feel my fire

Running through you

Feel my fire

Without end or beginning

Feel my fire

As I burn for you

Feel my fire

Feel my fire.

We can't be together

But I burn for you

You love me from afar

But I burn for you

There are miles between us

But I burn for you

But I burn for you day and night.

The flowers of love

Can be seen 

Sometimes in meadows

Sometimes in vases

And sometimes near people's gravestones

And sometimes someone would water them

Hoping to keep them around for a while. 

So do not mind me

No, do not mind me

As I water

The flowers 

Of love

That you gave to me

With something extraordinary

With something red and viscous 

With something that carries nutrients

With the very blood

Of

My 

Heart.

Premium Member A Parting of Ways

A tortoise-shell sky on a slate afternoon
matched the deep charcoal mood of a storm

Silence, profound, was as sharp as a thorn

We walked in the shadows, then the trail parted ways
Regret on our shoes, while the teak-sodden trees
wailed with distress in the turbulent haze

Shaking their heads, they were bending their limbs
watching worlds come to an end...

Wanting us back
         calling us back, ...
                and hoping we'd try once again.


_________________________________________
7/8/17

Premium Member My Parting Gifts

The time has come for me to say goodbye forever
I am not brilliant at expressing my emotions
But in the words of ‘Sealion Dion’ ….
‘I will always love you’

If you check in the filing cabinet
You will find my portfolio of shares
I have kept the Woolworth's certificate it may be valuable
They may resurface one day ….
That’s the wonder of Woolies!

If you ever need a new sofa…. don’t forget these immortal words
The DFS Half Price Sale starts at 10am on Boxing Day!

Contest:- My Parting Gifts
Sponsor:- Viv Wigley
02~06~16

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