Good By Poems | Examples

Hair Dye and Others

For The Massively White-Haired
And comments on it he'd heard:
The ever youthful old,
Who cannot his vexed arms fold;
Could keep wishing to head hide,
As folks troop out for a ride...

For those Nature ate their pie,
Who would soonest breathe a sigh
And they must recover it
Or fall into nearby pit...

One thing to like about Dye:
To Disliked colors Good-Bye;
The fainter ones on garments
That keep igniting laments;
For Grey Hairs and sickly ones
Every strand changing at once...

Dye for seekers to not die
And help their busy roads ply.

Good By Love

What have you given that I've taken away? 
A mixture of pain like feelings that twist.
Once we experienced, feeling's of heaven.
We were childlike and happy, yes even glad-hearted.

But our love like the wind it drifted away.
Seen through my eye's a vision of lies, 
thoughts followed rain and I followed love.
Love left unburied, reborn left to die.

In a cloud burst of honey and yellow sunshine, 
A thick blanket of snow made a white bed for you. swimming by her
and after swimming to far
by luck their upon her, 
I came, 
she with another and both.

Building castles from sand
was she, 
not with the other, instead.

A monument to some mountain
a forgotten , 
or from her deep heart need.

She sculpted 
with her own two hands.

Speaking and still she could
as i watched, 
her other turning over, to me.

Good By Coronavirus

Not being able to go outside and enjoy to the sun
Now this is what I call no fun.
I remember when I could go run in the park
Anytime I wanted to even in the dark

Now there is a evil among us
That is making such a fuss
If this could just go away
So we could start to enjoy our day

All we have is to sit inside
When I want to go watch the tide
If I could go visit my friend
I would see it is on the mend

I know the day will be here
We will all break into cheer
Walking out the door and be free
Its coming wait and see.

Good By Papa

Good bye papa my father no more,
your knowledge had nurtured 
                                   you talents
                    had shored;
good bye papa my father no more,
your loins, 
         from which I sprang 
                         your vision quest
   to which I became;
you set my moral compass 
north, south, east, and west;
good bye papa my father no more,
  through my fleeting teens
               to my young manhood
  through all my fallacy you well 
                                      understood;
good bye papa my father no more

The Good By Dmitriy Bagretsov

I guess the Good must have big fist,
sharp horns and tail like wild beast
and hooves and beard, oh, it is sad,
I guess It must be very hairy
to breathe with flame to stamp so scary
to come for you, my dear friend.
Oh, can you hear It walks in glory
The venom flows from fangs, don't worry,
Its tail whips Its sides with wrath
The Good howls frightfully and loud
Its sharpest horns scrape dreary cloud
And It is close to us enough!

I tell you, my capricious reader,
You carry humanism you're leader
I wish you very Good and let
You will remember after meeting
with Good in midnight, what a pity,
my lines and shouting "help", that's pretty,
here's chomping, crunch and you are dead.

P.S. This is my translation of poem by Dmitriy Bagretsov

Good By Fall Hello Winter Time

fall is a strong wall
for football
fame mabe in a hall
that's soon end
new season begin
its giving sign
so
GOOD BY FALL
HELLO WINTER TIME.

Good By To Night

now i have been forgotten 
sun goes also deep sleep

not to be remembered 
you speak to me and i can't 
hear you 

why does this feel so comfortable 
stuck in the dark so pitiful

fleeting thoughts never stop
i'm still alone , in this mind 

as i walk this lonely road 
starry eyed girls swing their wings

beckoning me to come and join them
washed in the pale light of night

the resistance is against the sun too
blocked by no thought instant drama

wasted hours , cemetery relapse
all comes from the dead

forever longing of the morning 
even if a storm comes it would 
be a change 

frightened and isolated in this train
of thought 
believing if i could fly i would  

so nothing matters on this side of day
good by to night is what i say

Goodnight Not Good By

here's a kiss
you going miss
loveing you
is worth it too
this is know lie
for me your right
this is
GOODNIGHT NOT GOOD BY

I'Ll Say Good - By

I'll say good - by now
 It's been wonderful
 Knowing you.

 As I sit and think of us.
 And the memories of 
 having you close to me.

 Watching you while you sleep
 Touching your warm body
 Laying mine next to yours.

Going through the years with you
 Knowing you would be there
 Now it's time for us to part.

I'll say good - by now. 


March 10, 1975 - 77 ? wrote long ago

Graveside Good By

tossing dust but not my love

Kiss Good By

it made me cry
to look in your eye
loving you i don't denie
it hurt
i felt like drit
this is no lie
to
KISS YOU GOODBY

Good-By Blues

The tears fell on my pillow,
as I clinched the flower tight.
The meaning of the color
would keep me awake tonight.

I found the single flower
as I walked through the door.
It had fallen off the table
and, was laying on the floor.

I bent down to retrieve it and
the sweet scent filled my nose.
I held it tenderly, admiring the,
beautiful color of the rose.

A letter from my love was 
sitting on a table close by.
I picked it up joyously, to read
words, that would make me cry.

It seems, that he didn't love me  
words that he said weren't true.
The rose was only a reminder,
that's why the color was blue.

No red, to say he loved me
Not pink that's for a sweetheart,
Nor yellow for the jealous lover
Blue, forever we would be apart.

Thorns pierce my fingers as the
petals wilt within my hand. 
Good-by my precious blue rose,
I'm moving on, you understand.


For The Blue Rose Contest

Good-By / Poem Child

Poem, my hearts child
I coaxed you from a warm bed
Somewhere before the snow
With sleepy eyes
You didn't want to go
You had to go

Like a doll with too many clothes 
Oddly walking, I love you
With too many words
I let you go
But only steps away
As the last leaves departed

leaving there insistence of disorder
They must fall on the paths we make
Even the birth I give you will not last
But today is your day to play
And through your loving hands
Fling them up like rain, to fall

About your laughter
Part words, and your heart
As I let you go
The trees are naked with the truth
they have stripped me bare
Did I tell you that as you were leaving

Good-By Michael

they gave you a face that lied
the beautiful good-by to the innocence
of children.
lost to the massed screaming frenzy of that lying 
god of gold,
you became a puppet of their money machines.
never knowing yourself.
lost in the frenzy of feeding sharks,
ripping out pieces of your life to fill their
bleeding mouths.
you disappeared forever,
a lonely little boy wanting only love.
then they dragged you even out of the grave
to make a few more bucks.
good-by Michael
i wish i could have held you.
for just being a little boy
and not a god.

This is a draft Not a poem yet

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