Farewell Home Poems | Examples
These Farewell Home poems are examples of Home poems about Farewell. These are the best examples of Home Farewell poems written by international poets.
Words
May seem to mask
What is referred as This..
A story of a departure
From home..
If the next President is AOC
I think I shall leave this country
Say farewell to friends and family
~ Seek out a free, fair society
(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
Open prairie skies call my soul out.
Route 66 stretches on,
a long, thin ribbon of black.
I fill the tank,
breathe the wind,
past the tall oil rig that stands.
Refreshed, I turn toward home's quiet heart.
we need adult pants
to confront our dreams demise
before time waves bye ~
moving to a sunny state
might turn our sadness around
no more lush yard land
useful outbuildings scattered
old farmhouse we love
maybe sad byes to willows ~
then hi to palms and beaches
we felt this was home
an old house where we belonged
not our shared fate though
so to sun state we will drive ~
with frowns to wear in some months
Where did you go
Where have you gone
Please tell me you will be back
You won’t be long
Or are you in your little cottage
Above the clouds in the sky
A place where love and contentment
Are always in full supply
Where colourful flowers forever bloom
Music and laughter are blissfully heard
The sun always shines
Kindness is the unwritten word
Where pure joy surrounds you
There is peace in your heart
Where you wanted to reside
When from this earth you did depart
The place you always called Heaven
Where angels come from
Are you one of them now
My lovely sweet mum
If that is where you are
I will say my goodbye
For I know you are happy
In your heavenly home in the sky
Somebody said that in Wyoming
That a body could recover from
The N.Y. blues that leave your soul so dry
I bid farewell to Montauk
And the sadness in her eyes
Knowing somehow that I never
Would return.
Now the skies over Green River
Somehow are not that different
And the losing end remains the
losing end.
Some days I'd trade my highway shoes
For a key to the door back home
But the past is smoke
And the locks beneath the clay
I often think of Montauk
Though the photo is all lined now
Knowing somewhere, some days
Montauk thinks of me
The world has spun out of it's axis.
Gibraltar is crumbling down below.
Sequential order
Scattered to the four winds;
E n v e l o p e d
In the conflagration of chaos.
Oh, trouble...
Once again, you greet me
From the stygian abyss.
You beckon from the hopeless place
We departed,
But I must refuse you.
I've drifted away from you
Like tendrils of smoke.
It's too cold and isolating
Where you reside;
I'm afraid I can no longer be
Your ally in loneliness.
I choose to dwell in the clouds
Where the sun shines brightest.
I'd rather float up here
With hope
As you lie in despair's ruins.
I'm comfortably at home
In my meridian splendor.
she told me she wanted her flowers
while she was still alive and well
her children collected bouquets, offerings
meant for her finicky nose to smell
she told me love was the reason
for this life she lived before saying farewell
her heart was filled with such kindness
a love that no one could buy or sell
she told me to bring her my flowers
because only time could tell…
when her time on this earth had passed by
her spirit would leave her body, only a shell
I miss this woman I called granny
I miss how her light would swell
glistening like the stars in heaven
now, she’s the hope I’ll always tell
friends, family, those I love - because
she’s still enjoying God’s carousel
In dress uniform,
Well-trained for combat,
Which could not compare,
With the task at hand.
Sitting on his knee,
His brown-eyed daughter,
Whose eyes filled with tears,
As she made her plea.
“Please, don’t go, Daddy,”
She cried, “Please don’t go.
I’m your little girl
And I love you so.”
Choking back his tears,
Trying to be brave,
How could he explain,
What could not be said?
Right words would not come,
And nothing could drown,
The words of his child,
That pearl in his arms.
“Please, don’t go, Daddy.
Mommy is sad, too.
Don’t leave us alone.
We want you at home.”
Live free or die
so defiant your sentiment
No rent-free for me, thanks
You kvetch and cry...
I'll buy
~ farewell, foul-mouthed fellow tenant
His trip took him across many miles
That might have seemed unending -
But he did not notice.
His flight was uneventful
And should have been quite peaceful -
But he did not notice.
The roads traversed green countryside
And might have looked serene -
But he did not notice.
The people gathered close around
And could have made him self-conscious -
But he did not notice.
The words spoken were kind and grateful
And should have been most comforting -
But he did not notice.
He was home again at last,
A true hero and patriot -
To rest forever in eternal stillness.
There's wood for chopping stacked up near the door
to fuel warm fires in the kitchen stove
which Papa proudly bought when I was four,
long time before I left this house to rove.
A puppy lies contented on the rug.
He's bigger than the one I'd called my own,
that pet I'd named for what he was, my Pug,
who cheered me up when I was all alone.
Whenever Mama cleaned, she shooed us out,
and off we'd run down to the swimming hole.
Now Papa's dead and Mama's got the gout.
I rise to go outside and take a stroll.
I bid farewell to summers gone for good;
before I leave again . . . I'll chop that wood.
Born two centuries yesteryear
A young pair who passed through Ellis
Built a frame home with rose trellis
Intertwined blooms like them bound dear.
Last roses on their headstones rest,
Grandparents by whom I was blest.
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sad faces
final waves goodbye
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funeral
last child leaves home
makes her Dad...
an empty nester
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Date written: 02/25/2022