Departures Poems - Poems about Departures

I watch it slowly leave the river and enter the Bay, its bow parting the calm with an efficient quiet. Another hour and the ship will be cutting through the swells of the open sea. Men in orange overalls lean on railings at the stern looking back over a long wake. I try to imagine what thoughts are washing across their minds. Perhaps it's the...

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Late at the airport, in haste we arrived. Rumbling plastic wheels rushing in unity, from tarmac to marble to carpet; the shuffling queue dispersed, finally. Luggage swept away, adorned with labelling. Black and white tags mark a future, awakening. A marathon sprint to the gate, a race against time but a man dressed in opaque black approaches and with regret explains how just one...

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My latest piece is too long for the poerty sectiob - it's in "Short Stories." It's called 'an interview" Here's MOST of the URL: www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/an_interview_10880...

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Rain drizzling on the window pane Sullen moments, filled with melancholy Wishes glued to hopes of sunshine Rays washing away the storm clouds, The gray day – the tempestuous darkness Nothing in life ever felt quite as dismal As the overcast moments when I was left To my own devices, my own pretenses Inside the house, where nothing felt as pleasant As the...

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movie about Preparing the dead Was moving In so many ways It celebrates life And the beauty contained As a heart wrending Story relays My favorite scene Is the one Where they feast After closing up shop for the day As one of the Leading men Gorges himself He looks at his partner to say I hate myself ! The embracing of Life so voraciously After dealing with death And it's sting Fills the...

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So many lost, among those who arrive, and those ...

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Always and forever, a seeker am I. Not content to dally in one place, a long time. The gleam of new places and new friends, calls to me. Like an astronaut, to seek a new venture in the sky. I have never understood this about me at all. Just know I hear far away places, all the time. Like a lion...

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(Here comes a husband, a leader, preparing for the war for his people`s right. A wife, making sure of everything to be perfect before leave and the angry troops who are ready to die after their devil`s death.) (Departure is terrible, now or then) I cannot understand, what you say? Oh! It wasn`t me, who said were they. They were...

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The lingering hug The last "I love you, Dad" The suitcase on wheels behind him now Automatic doors open "Get back in your vehicle, sir" A final glimpse -- Gruffly now: "Move out, mister..."...

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I sobbed I cried at news you'd died Was more a launch exploding, heart Somehow disaster on my part! Though capsule's ashes stain the ground, The goals you dreamt of, live, profound. They blast off, fly beyond the moon, Such wonders, Bill, (1) can't come too soon! God grace if man can reach the stars, First baby steps, the moon, then mars! Apollo's contrails...

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Deep within his marrow, he knew she would go Her imminent departure a nuance of the seasonal paradigm He poured a drink as he gazed at the falling snow, It was still autumn, yet winter had the temerity to arrive ahead of time He wished her proclivity was to leave in spring ...

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The wont of sleeps will may trip on illusive tonight and stumble on a rhythm laying plaint and wet in some other dream Sleep may gnaw at my pillow tonight as the drug of you courses through my veins and such capillary wanting may perturb the stars and question their romance above me hanging Aye...

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I’m drawn to airport departure halls, to the optimism of leaving. The suspension of here. The promise of there. I like the in-between feeling of transit, the lightness that comes from exchanging one clock for another. And how someplace else makes you a child, everything new again. And the chance to leave baggage at home, to quarantine turbulent emotions....

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Moonbeam departures A chilly morning greets me beneath silent springtime skies of fading stars and moon beam departures as another new day finds me thinking of you And as I quietly gaze across sunrise glimmers tickling distant weary fields to the northern horizon my thoughts change as I wonder. . . if you are thinking of me too Good morning Soupers...

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I feel it’s good a time to end the day when sea merges its gray into the sky – I long to disappear somewhere away where futile dreams won’t ever let me cry. But my boat sails lose wind though hard I try ...

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