Friend Farewell Poems | Examples
These Friend Farewell poems are examples of Farewell poems about Friend. These are the best examples of Farewell Friend poems written by international poets.
Buddy Whiskers
“Here Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty
Here, Buck, Buck, Buck!
Here, Buddy Whiskers!”
I was so sad when you disappeared
and even more when I heard a shot-
afraid my best friend might've been murdered0 though
I didn't want to believe the possibility, at first.
Then the day gradually came, that we had to move
I was sad I would never get to call to you from our window
and truly felt guilty leaving you in that depressing city
uncertain to this day if my fear was truly what happened to you!
Many years later, I still wonder
and continue to think of you
I know that kitties all eventually pass away
but you were so dear and important to me
if I could still watch your TV show, I would
Although it would be hard without you, my unique kitty!
The guy with the flowers and the milk tray
So sorry, she’s having an affair
With me
I’m your friend too
Strange the things we do
Just sort of happened
You would understand if it wasn’t you
We should end it, walk away
Start another day
We won't
Not till all the cards are played
We know the end
The hurt, the betrayal
The words they say
You, they hate the most
Now the ghost
Doors are closed
Family walk away
Strange, the marriage stronger than ever now
I did that
Self-congratulations as I walk away
Yet I don't see the gratitude coming my way..
(Here's another farewell)
Ode To All Farewells
Sometimes so near.....no fear!
Almost there.....do you see?
Shining as bright as I can
I scream in joy "It's me brother!"
It's me.....
The only one I know by truth be told
The one I defend with zeal in prayer
Before Father's throne....
We kneel for You.....The One and Only
The Holy One-bold!!!
To my brother and my friend!
P.S.
I'll see you again...."Brothers" I sneer
In God we....us two....beyond the end
In Christ and because......
Later fam.....heart....T. out
The Final Descent
He is making the final descent,
from a long, turbulent Parkinsons flight.
Flown across many days,weeks,months,years and time zones..
Dim now the cabin lights.
Watch the stars flicker on the runway below;
As the wheels of life kiss the ground one last time.
The last conversion has been kicked.
The final kilometre kite is in sight.
The last call to,take the strain and pull,rings out.
The Drumlin hills bow their heads in respect.
Siochs, full with winter rains,flow in silence.
Leaves,on the fairy tree rustle at half mast.
The sun,dances one last ray across Windy Harbour;
as dusk comes dropping slowly.
A red sky, sinks into a western glow
As the shepard settles,one last time, into a peacful sleep..
Left, right, forward, back.
An endless cycle, lost in time.
Wondering what’s wrong,
asking what’s wrong.
When glass breaks, it doesn’t break even.
Shards of time, emotions, and hope are scattered.
They broke the glass,
this stagnant soul is left with the mess.
With a withering broom and dirty dust pan in hand,
all that was salvaged ended with mourning.
But when the pieces were collected out of the trench of rage,
a new foundation was created.
This light emerging from the abyss below,
beautiful as the death of a star.
Melting the glass, cursing all who dare damage true art.
Screeching with light that burns the sky.
A broken sword can be fixed,
there will be a new Excalibur.
A soul for a soul, a heart for a heart.
Lasting forever, in a land apart.
My Wildfire
You touched me
and the forests inside me flared not gently,
not like a kiss,
but like the match that forgets it was ever small.
I burned not for ruin, but for release.
Even the stars watched from a distance
But you
you vanished in the blaze you lit inside me.
Chose the sharpest edge of silence
and called it peace.
Left your body like broken bark, your name
like smoke in my lungs.
And I
I sift through ash, finding pieces of myself
you never meant to leave behind.
The fire is out.
But the ruins remember.
And damn you for dying like that
and leaving me to live in what’s left,
The fire and flame diminished
Life's race ran...now finished
Walked through life's doors
Danced on earth's floor
The final door closed at the end
Farewell Pangie... our dear poetic friend!
Love Debxx
Bon voyage and best wishes
Safe travels ~ do enjoy your great adventure
There’s much magic to discover
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
So many friends came to say goodbye
Remember the good times, not going to cry
You were such a part of everyone you knew
A special someone for everything that makes up you
Hard to accept that you are no longer here
Keep waiting for the moment when you reappear
It really hit me, hearing the songs you wrote
Nobody else could quite hit that same note
You just had the voice, perfect for that sound
Never could be matched, from anybody around
You've always been a part of us, somewhere in the background
It doesn't feel right, not having you around
This may have come late, but now I realize
You have always been a special part of our lives
When someone first dies and leaves us,
It’s hard to lift that sense of gloom,
When their body is no longer with us,
But their presence still fills the room.
But within our treasured memories,
We can recollect their smiling face,
For in our heart-of-hearts we know,
They are now in a much better place.
please feed the birds
Theie dear Mother said.
With so little time left
she still thought of them.
She raised eight children
Alas, seven are left.
All, Every one of them.
Are truly blessed.
She, was their mother,
mentor and friend.
The lady ran the household,
and was known not to bend.
she was ninety-four.
Dying in her bed.
Had gave the last measure.
Anon, nothing was left.
They praised the Most High.
Everyone comes to an end.
Please feed the birds
Their Dear Mother said.
Goodbye old friend
You've been such a part of us all
Of every correct and incorrect call
A diamond for the girls
The boys made it to first base
Heroes were born here
Zeroes too
A place with many faces
The home of "The Brew Crew"
A Robin flew here
One ran like a Deer
Mollie, Rollie and Coop
All would cheer
Wallbangers and bombers
Dreams of the seams
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
In memories
You'll live in the hallows
Of a park with a dome
Remember you'll always have a plate
To call home
farewell pal a swell spirit don't ere lose it ~ thanks for a kept promise
Boris, too short
Natasha, too thin
Which fairly describes
the pickle they’re in
Rocky’s got them surrounded
with friends tall and/or fat
including Bullwinkle Moose
~ who on both of them sat
Attempts to defraud my
poetic values via
the varied poetic
formats
My eyes were drawn to a perfect one
yet 'Im' turned out as a mere prefix-
seeing my error, I was in need
of a third eye
I thought this was it
but it was another
mistake, so I tried
to correct it
But I created a
problem that I
tried to fix
But it turned
into a mess
and as all
trails do
lead, to
a trial
And in truth
on the stand
Bible in hand
I lied and on
I chose Elegy
appropriately
Today, a ...
poet died
using ...
A.I.
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