Departure Poems - Poems about Departure

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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When I depart this world I will take with me A heart abundant and bestowed with love and kindness A fulfilled life lived happily I know my words sound somewhat fluffy and light Perhaps inauthentic, stock standard, corny or cliche Yet these words l have written ‘ are solely my truth’ My lifes true meaning at the end of...

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On spewing wave, our departing ride Crazed currents crack, an azure slide Freedom mingles in sea foam seethe Cobra throat coast gulps river relieve Estuary entry rests, rushing ruthless ...

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Sunday, last day Departure bay My faith display....

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I did not want to walk away I did not want to leave you On the contrary, I wanted to hug you Before leaving. I did not want to flee from you I did not want to abandon you Even though you pushed me away Before leaving. I wanted to be with you until the end of spring I wanted to sleep with you,...

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Once simian stock from brambles Orange buffoon whose ooze rambles Orangutan clone On narcissist’s throne Owns ape-man’s old brain in shambles...

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your dying embrace if you have one clear, sweet, warm (probably not kind, though Emily) who wants to depart life without a fight I won't I'm raging against it I won't let go never ever...

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