Farewell(A) Poems - Poems about Farewell(A)

I got lost coming home tonight To my surprise, the room was empty You were not there, sweetie The bed was made and the floor was bright. I miss you, I miss you dearly The room was very cold and sad Like a lover who’s desperate and mad Frankly, my heart felt weak and empty. Your shadow was absent Your silhouette was inexistent You were...

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In the beginning two lovers were born In the campus parking lot behind the student union They clung together for 60 years Until one day my wounded bird knew Her broken hip would not allow her to fly again I was too old and weak to pick her up off the floor When she fell...she said she wanted to go to...

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Watching the empty streets As a heavy rain wash the dirty town. Deep darkness drape the drives That lead to dead ends. Drafts of wind dash hanging pots, Ruin is the reign of the time. She barely breathed a farewell. No whisper weaving a soft adieu Not even a hug or a parting kiss. My heart echoes a hollow hum. It beats like the harsh...

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Grown apart we became after a long while, Remember those days? Daily talks upon hours, endless laughter, countless stories, shared struggles, emotional break- throughs, as we both sit next to each other in silence. I always remember my best buddy, the one who saw me when others left without looking twice and held my hand with genuine love. A rare gem, one of its kind The time continues to pass us on, memories...

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Fading from this earth I am A mere shadow in the sky. As my image disappears Through the white clouds flying high. Do not weep because you see In your heart with you I stay, Locked within your memory. ...

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Sweet summer is kissing goodbye, embracing the harvest moon nights, summer birds bid adieu and fly, sweet summer is kissing goodbye, earth’s bosom heavy with a sigh, tears of maple glow in moonlight, sweet summer is kissing goodbye, embracing the harvest moon nights. Half Past Summer, Two Months Till Fall Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich ...

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Grief is not a wound. It is a door... Hidden behind the tapestry We spent a life weaving. It opens... When we can no longer lie....

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I know a funeral when I walk into one I can tell between a funeral and a burial They are two entirely different artworks One is done on grand canvas, with drunken strokes Of sashaying brush and bleeding paints; The other is done on mere sand, with foot and hand, Forming sandcastles built by toddlers. I know too well because I have...

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Digestion liquesces peppermint. I chew the leaves for both of us, an aftertaste when stillness is an afterthought. Dust gleams like the raised plastic on a debit card. Winds seem to bank and then burst through a window in a venetian blind-slatted sunshine; bars slit across you on the floor. Strangers make front entrances where shoes scuff the rug. The briefest, jagged arcs...

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It's a pity ~ such a pity ~ That behind those eyes, Lies, nothing but hazel pretty. It's a shame ~ a great shame ~ There's zilch we share In common, Remotely similar, or the same. It's a heartache ~ a real pain ~ Each other's hearts, Both lives left stained, Losing more than we thought Possible, ~and~ ever would've Gained. ....

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the possession of a vessel a cradle call a steady fall a empty cost and all's lost a candle care a random share a fullness last and all's cast a constant claim a longing name a least of more and all's before a costly care a vessel rare an emptied full and all's pull a cradle claim a constant name a candle fair a...

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I’m not writing poems anymore. Somewhere along the way, I feel like I lost the poet in me---- the spark, the soul, the words. I’m choosing to start fresh, to rediscover myself beyond verses and rhymes. Thank you for all the appreciation, love, and support you've shown me. I hope you understand this new beginning I’m...

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Writing in margins where words never go The meaning bipolar whose ink doesn’t show Living inceptive divorced from the light Married to emptiness — unstringing my kite (The New Room: July, 2025) ...

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The Gilded Age by Mark Twain in his 1873 novel /The Gilded Age: A Tale of Today, which satirized the era's materialism and political corruption is just what this King has ordered in his Megabill —Poetess There was economic prosperity, tho unconscionable social inequality as a few “robber barons” tycoons amassed great fortunes, whereas degradation inflicted dire poverty, mass...

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