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.
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
It’s 2022, we’re in the final battle for the soul of the world.
There is no Indo-European root for soul,
the Greek and Germanic roots mean quick-moving, fleeting, mercurial.
I’d add evanescent, impermanent, ephemeral
disappearing, diminishing, dwindling
tenuous, brief, short-lived.
Whatever forever—that’s where we’ll be after WWIII.
World, home, think, breathe: man,
woman the vital force in man, the Anthropocene, men together
violence, virtue, virility. Also, werewolf.
War: to confuse, mix up, make worse.
The old are paying close attention but my sons ignore the thunder,
plate tectonics, gamma ray bursters and mortars on the Eurasian front.
Peace out—the end, limit, boundary, never to have been. So long,
sayonara, shalom, salaam. Take into eternity my hail and farewell.
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
Among the ruins sang a bird
About my life, I thank you all
For coming, for at last you’ve heard
What I was trying to recall
This was my farewell, my swan song
No one around turned a head
No one distracted from their phone
To hear a message that was said
The day was going its old way
Just like a stranger passes by
The fall of Icarus today
Won’t make a breaking news headline
A gust of wind swept off the table
A bunch of tissues, one of which
Flew rather high, over the gable
Of the pavilion on the beach
Grey clouds gathered in the sky
And soon the drizzle start to fall
This was my farewell, goodbye
So long, I’m leaving, thank you all
My train is waiting at the station
Its going to take me home today
This is my fatal destination
Though I’d prefer the other way
Unwanted home, it is a curse
But I don’t have another one
I’d rather travel in reverse
Across the sea, towards the sun.
The only home that I have known,
was squeezing my blood out of stone.
I have been told it's freezing cold,
I think this home needs to be sold.
Too vandalized for me to hold, at least
I will be given gold, a feast if I can be
so bold.
The doors are gone, the windows too
but keep this between me and you.
To sell this shell and start anew, is
something that I have to do.
This four walled, stair cased empty
crypt, these sections I eventually skipped.
In essence I must be equipped, by lessons
learnt and efforts slipped.
Tell Orpheus; "The time has come", his
farewell song is finally sung.
I was too young to love this space, so I
grew up to hate this place, a refuge that
was laid to waste.
This broken palace to my disgrace became
a dream too late to chase.
I must escape in such a haste, this disgust
is too much to face, just dust that I can
touch and taste when all I need, is a warm
embrace.
Weekend clouds remind me of home
Deviating myself not to be alone
The sky during sunset turns pale
I fell into a loophole the day after.
Many hold you during the first breath
They will be there behind, watching you
Even moments with mates never fade,
You hope to have eternal time again.
Get the one-time opportunity to excel
Unleashing potential aligned with purpose
Unveiling fair play with the time I have
And make my purpose a mighty farewell.
Many surround you after the last breath
They will be there behind, watching you
Make the most of the time you will have
Make it glad as you left home with pride.
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
Replacing old things for so many’s a snap.
An upgrade, to them, is a breeze;
But I get bogged down in a kind of a trap -
Any change brings me down to my knees.
If it works, I can live with it, though it looks frayed,
Maybe faded or just out of style
And no matter its worth, for whatever I paid,
It’s been looking its age for a while.
Yet at last I’ve decided to spiff up my space
And so little by little, I’ve started,
But saying farewell to what I might replace
Feels a bit like a friend has departed.
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.
Your truth feels like a derailed train on my backbone and below me, a ravine who knows nothing apart from what has been thrown down her throat.
The gapped bridge hangs in the balance with centuries of pedestrians - loosening it’s hold between a narrative and those unlucky to have been swallowed.
You’ve walked to the edge to stand on my fingers whispering to me, “Precipice.” Whispering to me “Fall.” So when the cliff took sides, you could only hope that I’d suffer.
I finished here, wondering of a vultures preference for intestine or tendon. And I smiled while you pecked out my eyes to fill the void and tasted you pretend I’m not you’re only home.
Home for sale
Home on fire
Fire in the sky
Fire and brimstone
Brimstone and sulfur
Brimstone and infernal dioxide
Dioxide evangelism
Dioxide emissions
Emissions aggress as amorphous
Emissions control
Control of ourselves (and other selves)
Control the carbon
Carbon is terminal and isotopic
Carbon is a footprint
Footprint reduction
Footprint calculator
Calculator online
Calculator broken
Broken promises
Broken bones on a broken planet
Planet Earth
Planet in peril
Peril is peculiar and personal
Peril is graver danger
Danger inherent and external
Danger zone
Zone out
Zone in
In favor of being
In the know
Know thyself
Know the truth
Truth or dare
Truth hurts
Hurts to see
Hurts to breathe
Breathe deeply
Breathe slowly
Slowly dying
Slowly fading
Fading hope
Fading away
Away from here
Away from there
There is no time
There is no escape
Escape plan
Escape route
Route 66
Route to nowhere
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to hide
Hide
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