Leaving Poems | Examples of Leaving Poetry

This morning we jogged early I was back in my flat by six-thirty From my tenth floor view of the Charles River basin, The morning was incandescently flushed by the peach-colored sun. The transparent clouds seemed stylistically stained, artfully workshopped, which offered a softened, Tiffany glass effect wholly worthy of worship. I can’t stop to admire it. I’m jamming things into...

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An end of life prayerful song! Heavenly Light Dark days have come.... my life is ending My days are numbered... but, I'm unafraid I have no regrets... except I must leave her My days are numbered... but, I'm unafraid So don't you worry, don't fret about me... I'll always be with you... in your...memory Chorus Heavenly light...shine down upon me Shine on my pathway...to eternity Oh Heavenly light...shine down upon me My life's...

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English Rhyming Translation © Krishika Upadhyay | 2025 I’m breaking down, in lashes' shade, In silent dreams, I wish I stayed. I try to rise, on roads that smile, But thorns have gripped my feet a while. Yes, thorns are biting where I tread, And tears now rest where sleep once spread. It feels I’ll shatter, fade away, Or lose myself in you someday. I...

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The Departing of The Heart Salutations for the sound of mind and poverty of heart Reparations that don’t come through in time to rectify the start Commiserations for the ones who find it hardest to eventually part Palpitations of another heart that cannot perceive the concept that it must depart Military consequences that send the...

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My mind simmers— a volcano, waiting. Maybe it erupts, maybe it just holds, a silent threat behind every blink. It takes everything— to stay still, to not burst when no one else feels the fire licking the edge of my thoughts. Decisions burn before they’re made— Is it right? Am I right? Will this moment become another mess to clean alone? Life spills like paint no one asked for— a blur of colors no one...

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So this is how it ends, then — Not with thunder, not with rain, But with a sentence cold and plain, And me, standing in the ache again. I had said, “This is my last try,” With every ounce of love and cry, Swore on the ones I hold most dear, Still, you chose to disappear. You didn’t fight, not even flinch, You let...

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Guess who just had a baby Then hearing about another death of a celebrity Say hello to a group of friends But look down and see I’m mute again So Put in my password and username But everyone logs into a different game What? Am I the shadow? Just An upvote, a like? Part of a brand? Yes, please let...

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He can't wait to move out since he's grown up- but the problem is that he has no car and has no job (Is it a catch twenty-two?), he's wise enough to understand that he cannot live as a freeloader be forever dependent on his parents he's a grown man not a little boy problem is he has no car and has no...

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Letters from Borrowed Ground 'Part One' --- To: Myself (Three Years Ago) Date: Every Night Status: Never Finished Focus: Warning Dear Dreamer, Tonight, I dig up buried footsteps, each stone beneath my feet heavy with goodbye. The coffee grows cold in my cup as I write this at 3 AM, watching snow fall on a street whose name I still can't pronounce. You...

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Matsuo Basho: English translations of Haiku about autumn, fall, falling, trees, leaves, leaving, goodbye, rice, moon, moonlight, words. Reverential tears: the falling leaves bid their trees goodbye. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Plates and bowls gleaming dimly in the darkness: evening coolness. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Twice the pity: beneath the headless helmet, a chirping cricket. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R....

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It’s not alright ...

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I told the truth and still, someone bled. Silence would have stitched us shut, a delicate, rose-gold lie— woven into the wallpaper of a bedroom left sketched. I thought I was choosing clarity, but the mirror fogs each morning. Future—blunted, gray— looms like wet brick pavements. No signs, only echoes of footsteps— taunting like the choices I regret. This morning, I climbed the roof before the city stirred. The...

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You told me you could never leave You told me you would never say goodbye You told me you never wanted to be free But you told me a lie—just another goodbye Your words were empty, your promises all broken You had me believing, but now I just cry Your ‘I love yous’ were just lies you told” Trying to forget but...

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They say it’ll pass it’ll get better the longer it lasts They say what’s done is done but i don’t feel like i’ve won You took my heart tore it, broke it, till it fell apart Now you play the victim the hole you created, i sit in I don’t want to become the monster i’ve come from Obsessed with yourself, with...

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Blessed be the Lord God Almighty, Who delivereth His generals from the snares of the enemy. In their great fall, He forsook them not, But upheld them with His hand and called them once more. He is the Shepherd who leaves not His own, The Watchman who allows no harm to overtake His chosen. Blessed be His Word; Wise are all His...

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