Him Goodbye Poems | Examples
These Him Goodbye poems are examples of Goodbye poems about Him. These are the best examples of Goodbye Him poems written by international poets.
Oh, can you hear that jingle
You can tell it by its smell
Your skin begins to tingle
And you feel like you're in hell
The "Benjamins" just bit you
Got that look of dull surprise
Your shopping list won't fit you
Cuz, everything fits your eyes
When passing by the store
All those bells begin to ring
Then you're thru the open door
And you'll try on anything
It's time for all consumers
To say hello to Barter
Put down those ugly bloomers
Might make you look much smarter
Oh, can't you hear him holler
He's a devil in disguise
But, what good is that dollar
When there's pennies on your eyes
It's goodbye to "Uncle Bens"
I can't say that I'll miss you
I just pray this madness ends
But, most just can't resist you
Are only 3 years of marriage
We have both come to know
We can't continue this anymore
Its time one of us must go
Understand it's difficult for me
To be walking out that door
But it hurts me to stay here
And continue to hurt you more
Know that I truly do love you
But I don't know how to love you
I put the pain on your face
And I know it's in your heart too
To show you how much I care
I'll tell you what I'm going to do
I'm packing all my things
Then I'm going to divorce you
It's gonna break your heart
But I'll never hurt you again
And in time you find a new love
A d your story with him will begin
And though I'm dying inside
I must tell you goodbye
Please move on and enjoy life
I'm going to sit here and cry
I look at the mirror in total disgust
And I hate the Man looking back at me
There’s not a thing I like about him
He’s worthless as far as I can see
I hate myself for the things I’ve done
And I hate myself for the things I’ll do
To be honest, I’d be better off dead
That’s the one thing I know is true
When my kids needed me the most
And we’re desperate for me to be around
I might as well have been a million miles away
Because I was nowhere to be found
And there is no forgiveness for that
At least there isn’t any for me
I feel they would be better off
If my existence would no longer be
Every day of their life has been a struggle
Because I wasn’t there for them to turn to
It tears my heart apart that I wasn’t
So I write in his poem as my final adieu
Did she wonder why ?
watching him in darkest sky
goodbye, with a sigh
does nothing last forever ?
did she cry today ?
watching him as he walked away
goodbye, then he asked to stay
didn't stop, a past delay
did she smile today ?
would her pain just step away
goodbye yesterday
make it last forever
did he hope today ?
did he know, if looked, he could
goodbye yesterday
todays ,the day, she hoped
..............................he would
A talented man has died and he's gone for eternity.
Prentis Hancock has died at the age of eighty-three.
This great man came into this world in 1942.
He starred in "Space: 1999" and "Doctor Who".
Millions are mourning because his life came to an end.
They are all sorry because they will never see him again.
He was a very important member of the Human Race.
It's sad to know that he's dead and can't be replaced.
When I say he went to Heaven, it's something I'm certain of.
All of his fans are saying goodbye to this man who they love.
[Dedicated to Prentis Hancock (1942-2025) who died on May 30, 2025]
Saying Goodbye to a Web of Deception**
When did it become so effortless for him to weave his lies? Was it after their first anniversary, when the glow of their love began to fade? He meticulously plotted his betrayals, crafted intricate plans, and willingly cheated, transforming himself into a mastermind of deceit. Meanwhile, she wore her mask of a devoted mother and loving wife, concealing her pain as she smiled for their children. In public, she exuded warmth, but behind the closed doors of their home, she was a prisoner of her sorrow, tears streaming down her face in the silence of the night.
Then, that fateful summer night arrived—a turning point. She reached her breaking point and declared, “No more, no more.” When did it become so easy for him to betray the trust they once shared? Now, the scorned wife finds herself on death row, an ironic smile gracing her lips, revealing a chilling absence of remorse.
When did it become so simple to bid farewell to the tangled web of lies that defined her life?
Don't go please I beg
Be strong girl you said
You left me in the med
Took ahead your steps
Tell me why please !
I dreamt abt sitting with you beside river
I want you to come closer
Wanna put my head on your shoulder
Just wanna be your lover
I thought I found you as a treasure
But you drifted your way slower
And it happened never
Before coming to reality it's over
And congrats I am again a loner
It is ok if you find another
I will love you forever
Cause we can't force anyone to be our
Accepting the reality
And you said me to be strong so I did
And now I am stronger
I saw him in the corridor —
my mind stopped for a moment,
all my emotions rushing back,
stunned, yet I kept walking.
Once I was away,
I crossed a wall —
and broke down,
tears flowing down my cheeks,
words unsaid I couldn’t hold.
I wanted to stay,
to hold on to him,
but I needed to go —
to let go for my peace.
I saw his photo,
blurred by falling drops,
memories flashing like lightning,
wishing I could just drop dead.
If only this pain would stop —
I can’t hold on anymore,
I’m standing on the cliff’s edge,
hesitating to take that final step.
The heaviness in my heart,
the lump inside my throat,
a clash of hope and surrender —
begging my mind to accept the fate,
to face the harsh reality:
it’s time to let go.
George Wendt was an actor and he starred in "Cheers".
He loved to sit on that stool and drink plenty of beer.
He starred in many shows and movies but will be best remembered as Norm Peterson.
He attended Jesuit Rockhurst College and graduated with a B.A. in economics in 1971.
After he lived for 76 years, we're saying goodbye.
He was a unique man and it was his time to die.
People were fortunate to be able to see him act.
When I say that he had talent and skill, it's a fact.
[Dedicated to George Wendt (1948-2025) who died on May 20, 2025]
“You look happy.”
It wasn’t a compliment, nor was it truly an observation. It did not fall from his tongue with ease, it clung to his very being like a toxin that could not be purged. It was an accusation, a statement that settled itself between the two of us and silently solidified the notion of our separation.
Because I was happy.
I was so happy it threatened to consume us both, proving with no uncertainty that it was finished. The nail beaten so crudely into the coffin that even his deft hands could not pry their way inside. The all encompassing grasp of his self actualized sadness no longer touched the depths of me. I had reduced him from a prophet to a beggar, and in the end, I was happy.
That one day
Is it warm?
She couldn't tell
She is furious
That one moment
Everything's unclear
Seems normal to him
Not really for her
Black is his color
Pink is her color
Waves are coming
They face it together
Yet, he walked away
She left alone...
Mmm, she can't believe
Kept asking why
He can't answer
Guilty? A big NO
Just don't know
Someday you'll see
What she can do
Foolish you are
Don't be innocent
Coz you started this
"Go away", she mumbled
Then she's quiet
But... be careful
This is his last chance
Not to lose her...
But that's all...
It's the ending
All turns into silhouette
Everything vanish
Wrong decision...
She wave goodbye...
"My love.... I can forgive"
But...
Forever you'll be forgotten
He is a writer, I am the reader
He is a fighter, I’m the survivor.
He is a follower, I’m the loner,
He is calmer, I am louder.
He holds his voice for me,
I shout at him freely.
The day he asked me out
Was the day he was freaking out.
How would it feel to be alive
With such a strange vibe?
Having a soulmate opposite to you,
Getting attached to someone who felt so new.
A person who clashed with your view,
Holding on to someone you never knew.
One had boundaries, one was wild,
One was mature, the other—a child.
But before God, there’s nothing to hide,
Some people just can’t walk by your side.
The story changes, it must one day,
When we both finally part our way.
The love was real, the vision was pure,
But the bond we had had no cure.
Like the South and North Pole’s tone,
We were meant to stay distant, and alone.
And this is the end—the destiny we own.
It finally makes sense
You and him
No longer haunt me
The desperation is gone
The void is filled
And the wound is healed
The digging has stopped
The music is just music again
No one needs to understand
Because now I'm able
To stop the If Onlys
No tortured metaphors
No anguish in the back of my head
No longer in pieces
Now in peace
Exchanging my memories for value,
Last week, I visited a pawn shop and pawned my memories.
With each piece, I attempt to disregard the memories.
The most significant item was the wedding ring.
His face appeared before me as we stood
before the judge, exchanging vows that were not upheld.
She attempted to remove the baby ring that no longer fit her.
During her teething period,
I observed her without her expressing any emotions.
I handed the ring over to the cashier, pawning memories I said to him
A gold necklace, the details of its history are unclear, but it is made of gold.
After signing the paperwork, I felt a sense of relief, lightness, and detachment
Although my silver bracelets did not hold significant monetary value, they were of immense sentimental importance to me.
To exchange my memories for value,
It was not as difficult as I had anticipated,
They were simply resting in the jewelry box, awaiting discovery.
Goodbye, my shiny piece of happiness.
it was a harrowing goodbye
his body still warm
when they took him away
the cold embrace of death
was not to get a hold of him
until i was willing to give way
AP: Honorable Mention 2025