Best Resignation Poems
pond geese are leaving
for places I long to go….
warm breath on cold hands
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Contest: Traditional Haiku
Sponsor: Catie Lindsay
9/20/16
Resignation leaves.
Then inside his room he grieves
sitting on a little chair wearing just his underwear.
Resistance says, “No way!
Never will I go away.”
He is like a bloody hound so stubbornly he stays around!
Resignation throws his hands
in the air, makes no demands.
See him give a little shrug. Someone give that guy a hug!
Resistance has great staying power -
from sun-up till the midnight hour.
He’s water at a constant boil, the “squeaking wheel” that gets the oil!
Resignation’s sure to quit.
Inside his chair he sits and sits.
Resistance, the annoying critter! He at least is no quitter!
Written October 5, 2016
For the Resignation Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
Now revised for Skat's the 'Premiere Contest NUMBER 15' Poetry Contest
When a department wants to get rid of a worker,
The processes used can be slow,
Transferring to a place where they will be moot,
Ignoring everything that they know,
Where they exist, day by day, in an office of work,
Where their job is not even defined,
In an office, where they sit every day of their life,
Until they decide to resign,
Because they’re never included, never valued,
Their case is never assessed,
They are simply bound to watching a screen,
Pushed to becoming depressed,
And as they sit watching their life pass them by,
They see their career has been robbed,
Of all of the skill, fun and scholar they were,
Of the good they once were at their job.
Now and then, quietly without notice,
Time adjusts its spectacles—
Peers through a fogged pane of recall
Where particulars, once urgent, dissolve.
If now and then you find rain in your heart,
be assured it is scheduled—
a punctual drizzle of consequence,
not passion, but the persistence of memory
in its bureaucratic overcoat.
It’s all because of you,
the file states plainly:
signed in duplicate, sealed in dust.
No redress required—
only the courteous nod to causality.
The aged—those quaint accumulations—
become, in the end, detours.
Not disliked, precisely,
but excessive to the route:
a bench beneath ivy, seldom occupied.
So live out your days with decorum.
Attend the rituals of silence.
Polish your small routines.
Let time, that sly curator,
catalogue your exit in amber.
Your note said, "I resign from being your wife."
"I want a divorce and a new life."
I never expected this letter of resignation.
There will be no argument or arbitration.
Thanks for sparing me the drama with your resignation letter.
You may find you can't do any better.
A notice to terminate the marriage is not required.
Effectively immediately you are fired!
Written 10/2/16
"Resignation" contest
Sponsor: Navda Ivette Negron
Awarded 3rd place
Little did I realise when I swung
Into the car park at Calder Glen
That by the end of that week in August 2009
My days of teaching would be over.
It all began so well
Meeting an old colleague right at the start
Archie ,a jovial bon vivant
From an earlier placement.
No fault could I find with the well disciplined pupils
Hanging attentively upon every word
Or giving the impression of doing so.
No, the fault lay within me.
My outer self sounded the same
Inwardly the elan had flattened
And I felt my energy draining away
With every lesson and every class.
Was this imposter syndrome?
Or maybe it was the way footballers
Experienced that their time in the game
Was finally over, spent and burnt out.
By the time Friday of that week came
I just knew that I had taught my last lesson.
Just before I went to the office
To let them know I would not
Be returning, I was buttonholed
By an assistant head
Who regaled me with the kind words
Archie had said about me
And requested my return.
It was not easy to tell him
That I no longer felt up
To the demands of the job
And that I felt like a race horse
Which had just run its last race
And was longing to be sent
Out to pasture
In its own sweet way.
It felt as though I could not breathe a breath.
My arms and legs were made of heavy stone.
I could not move as though no flesh or bone
and I was primed and waiting for my death.
His fiery eyes caught me in thoughtful gaze.
He stood his deadly scythe upon the ground.
This specter took a somber look around,
then settled eyes to rest on mine in craze.
The hooded figure motioned it was time
that I should attest my final goodbye
and meet impending death with calm sublime.
I leave this earthly place a paradigm.
Amid glad tear and heavy sigh I die
as tolling bells begin to sound their chime.
My pride stands untouched by money
Oh! my boss I don`t want to sound funny
Stains of greed can`t undermine my passion
Its my style, my ultimate fashion.
Can`t afford to be a slave for few bills and rents
Can`t undermine my freedom for few dollars and cents
No need of a bungalow at your mercy
To earn a quarter more with a stupid controversy.
I love to work and hate to be a slave
It will be my attitude till my solitary grave
I need a life where I have wings to be free
I stand adamant like a firm tree
I don`t need a Porsche or a Rolls Royce
Like a golden caged bird Oh! my boss
My freedom is something that you can`t rob
Oh! boss I don`t need your job.
When you’re sucker-punched with frustration
and can’t find a cause for elation,
when you’re unsuccessful
and life’s super stressful,
you surely will feel perturbation.
When you face severe provocation
and fear that there’s no mitigation
for hard knocks life’s sending;
you’re breaking, not bending.
You seek means of self-preservation.
You may sometimes feel the temptation
to cave to complete trepidation.
Don’t yield, I beseech you.
The light may soon reach you
if your mindset’s not resignation.
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When life is a race I’m not winning,
my foundation needs underpinning.
Time spent softly praying
does help heal my fraying
nerves—fragile from all that head-spinning!
written and posted October 5, 2016
I gave to sorrow all I had,
all my sadness and trembling grief
and then- I accepted my fate,
with resignation.
Heart-wrung with tears,
I have found outlets for the pain,
writing, dancing are now my loves,
I detached from passivity.
I am resigned to my reality,
to the letting go of loving hearts,
so it is for all of eternity,
and today, I dance.
I put everything there,
all my emotions I surrender, relinquish
tears are falling down and I collapse,
and then- the music ends.
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September 29, 2016
Poetry/Anisometric Verse/Resignation
Copyright Protected ID-16-834-391-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Resignation
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
First Place
Resignation
R ejecting meaningful dialogue renders accedance Refuse Resignation
E xpunges active participation results in Resist Repel
S ubmissive surrender and timid compliance Recognize Reconsider
I nternalizes external power introjects Reject Repudiate
G rants power impairs self-actualization Revolve Reorganize
N eglects free will and freedom Resolve Reform
A cceptance on the other hand Activate Acceptance
T ranscribes approval into acknowledgement Advocate Advance
I nstitutes choosing arguments carefully Address Adjust
O ccupies engagement reflection self-control Appreciate Assemble
N ever give up therefore and negotiate acceptance Appropriate And Awaken
Acceptance
Today was the day
The resignation letter
Was deliverered
Your Resignation
“When it’s Time You Will Know”
Before you make the decision, to submit your resignation
A lot of time is spent, in a state of summation.
As you go over expectations, of future inflation,
Your mind reflects, on the struggles of past affiliations.
Thinking, “is this the fate of our nations’ generations?”
All the while your heart is filled with temptations!
Then suddenly, there is calm, and a state of realization,
An indication, that “it’s time” for rest and celebration.
With anticipation and deep thought, you start your narration,
The documented words, of your final resignation!
Written: 9/30/16 ©
Submitted for Poetry Contest: Resignation
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negon
Realization came early in my life
Even allurements could not stop me to decide
Surrendering values in return of money, has no meaning
I resigned and resigned myself to walking alone
Gust of hopes brought spring to my life
Neighbours asked, “Has he gone mad?”
And my father said, “He chose freedom, instead”
Time – travelled ticking and came success after failures
It was not easy – living in a jungle as a loner
Over the years, learnt the skill with many cuts and scratches
Now, my friends who gave up – ask for light; replication starts
06.10.2016
Even in a place such as this
Our thoughts, unwanted will come
And feelings that I did not miss
Will march in, a quickening drum
It picks up my heartbeat, takes it along
But slows my mind to a halt
Looking around me, I still don't belong
I'm a speck of pepper amidst pure salt
Face burning eyes closing body tensing
The lack of attention I'm sensing
Giving me the edge I need to retreat
Off into the cool January air
Glasses off, hair down, release heat
Release every worry, every care
At home the bed feels amazing at last
And tomorrow too close, too far
I close my eyes, I know I fade fast
looking up towards my favorite lil star
"Goodnight"
I whisper to the shadows on walls
A silence that echoes in the grayened halls