Departure Poems - Poems about Departure

Now, I don’t know why, he left without a word, returned from the grave, only to walk a road I could not follow. Someone must have held his name closer, spoken in a language I could not hear. I watch them exchange unspoken truths, a passerby in their quiet communion. And now, I don’t know why, she left without a word, came back from the...

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"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...

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I creep into your room, my steps are unsteady, You went to bed with symptoms of the flu, A soft child’s breath is what I seek, To touch, to comfort—to ensure peace. But as I peel back the covers, I find Your stillness is no longer sleep. I call your name, my voice trembling, Attempt to rouse you from your peace, But you...

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I had not woken from sleep. Feeling weightlessness, I peeked, observing my body laid decease. Slowly arisen to uncalmly peace, realizing that I had passed in sleep. Abnormal emotions so confused. Just a nightmare I wished to be true. I went to bed with just the flu. I awakened! And instantaneously surrounded, by a warm aurora train like vessel, hovered beyond me. with an anointing ticket calling...

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I wanted to take a moment to write this message, as many of you have been incredibly supportive and kind to me since I began using this platform. Your encouragement has meant the world, and I’m truly grateful to those who took the time to read my work and share thoughtful messages. Initially, my intention was...

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Aquel sinsonte que se posaba en el balcon, apenas trina. Al no escuchar tú voz sutil cantando sin secar. Y esos rosales que ayer regabas con delirio, hoy se marchitan. Pues ya de ti no queda ni la fragancia de tu esencia en nuestro hogar....

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Q What happens when they are saying, "Peace and Safety?" A then sudden destruction comes upon them as labor pains upon a pregnant woman. And they shall not escape. Q According to 1 Thess. 5:1, how does the Day of the Lord occur? A You know...

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Q Why does Bob Barber want us to stop calling it,"the pre-tribulation rapture?" A "Because of the mid-tribulations, who believe the rapture won't happen until the mid-point of the tribulation, after three and a half years are starting to agree with us." Q What does...

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departure i touched her face then kissed her lips and stroked her tears as i turned away her hair was long i brushed it aside and we kissed again as never before i remember her tears on my fingertips and her lingering kiss on my lips encasing her forced smile i walked her to the waiting taxi hoping she would change her mind but somehow we...

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Now, brethren, concerning the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ and our gathering together in Him, we ask you, not to be soon shaken of mind or troubled, either by spirit or by word or by letter, as if from us, as though the Day of Christ had come. Let no one deceive you by...

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Two wood pigeons on the hedge Two thrushes fly low Over the uncut lawn Unfamiliar voices behind the door Then the door opens Two men carry out packed cardboard boxes In a few minutes the loading is finished A man's voice speaks on the phone from the garden I turn away, looking towards the road A car door slams behind me I close my eyes,...

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Five vials of hope before 2:55, An epinephrine Saturday feast After midday, preventing time to arrive Again, to stall the curse at least. The single drop of tear tells it all, I guess I've seen it coming. And it did, but very stealthily, the fall Disguised in serene eyes staring. Broken voices of 2:55 and hence A glass of water, a pat on the...

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The ship came like a flying horse, at an inexact time Our brother-sailor, from the Pantheon of Poets, was on board Jean Pierre Basilic Dantor Frankétienne D’argent Who wrote, in haste, the last act Happened to be miraculously on the port He got on and left without speaking, without money Without his masterpieces, without a little house That’s life, we leave at...

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I stand before it, Something that was my present in past, And is yesterday today, Something that has become a memory at last. A shade of yellow settled in my eyes, Which would now reminisce everything in sight, Bidding my last goodbyes, Everything slowly flushed by a sepia light. Those tarnished blue coloured walls, That have been hit by our class’ cricket balls, Those trees...

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I wish these pills prescribed could give me a hug I wish they could turn into someone who’s gone that I loved Instead they’re a thin throw, blanketing the pain I keep of you from dropping to negative zero and below Mom got the paper confirming your exit from the vessel in which you embodied while...

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