Good By Poems - Poems about Good By

Nights once amiss Now birth cerebral bliss Evenings belong to caring for Oneself Lovely potions and Serums lining the shelf A cup of steam next to a Lover dreaming Worries now a focus of mind-clearing With crosswords or...Read the rest...

Maudlin Crossing Dateline Morning Maudlin by a failed winter's crossing, Your heat's dateline onto the morning....Read the rest...

Hop onboard overthinkers A warm Welcome aboard the overthinker to all our guests, Especially Mr insomnia, and Mrs overthinker, both frequent flyers and our VIP guests I'll be your minds captain for this flight, through awake all...Read the rest...

There’s a box lying somewhere. Somewhere in a dusty cupboard. Somewhere behind old paper, older words, and wounds older still. Somewhere no one can find it. I think about it, sometimes. Sometimes, when I breathe. Sometimes, when I exhale puffs of...Read the rest...

I need not travel far to sense God’s nearness -- the trill of His many lyrical voices – Surely the oriole knows same intimacy; as does every petal on the thrilling rose, dripping luscious color with scent – Clays-of-clouds inspiring mental needing...Read the rest...

In morning’s dim light Water says ‘please, let me too, have my rainy day’ Watch... as sprinkling ends Sun turning drops into mist Then, see light sparkling. ___*___ Sun returns, ruling Nature rising, playing games All join in the dance Human mindfulness… Balance is the time...Read the rest...

In the depths of our souls, where shackles crumble to dust, There lies the essence of freedom, in which we all must trust. It's not in chains unbroken, nor in walls torn down, But in the spirit soaring,...Read the rest...

these carnal desires will see me expire inseperately stained from this foul game of avoiding the smallest pricks of pain, growing rage for making me play with these machinations inside my brain, artificial aspirations alienate...Read the rest...

While perched atop on the hill, I look around and observe the bright blue sky it’s early in the morning and only birds break the sound of silence I try to sketch the scenery and listen to...Read the rest...

it is good and he's got imaginary games of cricket being played in his head he tells me the score and what the pitch is like in his head in an attempt to find that innocence again i started doing the same so...Read the rest...

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As the sun gently parts the sleepy clouds It casts hopeful rays upon the brand new day Banishing the shadows of the night That had ensnared the hopeful soul The morning breeze as it blows gently With melodies of truth...Read the rest...

Whoever killed Our Jesus Son Of God Now has a killing machine. Copyright © March 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems. ...Read the rest...

April showers Drip drip drop, Little April Showers, Falling from the clouds, The rain drops down Each drip and drop sounds Different as it hits the grounds Natures musical melody It's healing harmony Pittering and pattering, Splishing and spitting, Black clouds are...Read the rest...

For the love of lust. For just of lust Trust me love just of US! This purpose Flows those GHOSTS you thought You knew? We know them TU! We're those Ghosts TRUE TO YOU? FOR THE LOVE OF...Read the rest...