Leaving Poems | Examples of Leaving Poetry

i’m not sure of who i am going to be. but that’s how it is supposed to be right? i have many many dreams, some big and some little. but, it always comes back to one....Read the rest...

Press, press, press, press Stress, stress, stress, stress Mess, mess, mess, mess Less, less, less less, I’m done ...Read the rest...

Inside Your Eyes (inspired by Glenn Hughes’ “Written All Over Your Face”) You told your lies, your many lies. This woman cries and cries because at last she’s finally seen deep inside your eyes. I can’t believe I took so long to...Read the rest...

Dwelling in the past will not bring you back nor chang What had been done. Not to forget but to leave it Behind is the only way one Can and must move on. I need grow,...Read the rest...

Peter (my bf) flew away early this morning, like Shakespear’s eagle, “leaving no tracks.” Now I lay here, as a leftover or Millais’ drowned ‘Ophelia.’ That’s an image ripped from adolescent, female visual culture. Time‘s adversarial magic drags us...Read the rest...

You act like I’m invisible, or not worth talking too, but yet I am your point of call, when I’m convenient to you. You message me when you think I have, something that you want, but...Read the rest...

Oh do they fall, These leaves in hoards: On greens, imploring, yellows Orange, browns; The winds discourse Believe in leaving flaws. A force beholding needs....Read the rest...

I hear you may be leaving. No question does it pose. My heart stirs not to grieving. I can pluck another rose. For if for friend or sanity, 'Tis the latter that I chose. Please check the front yard lawn. That's where...Read the rest...

Going home again in the early hours of the evening. This time I actually happily left after visiting. Unlike the last time in which I had left him while crying....Read the rest...

I watch you leave Rushing away as usual Within seconds you are gone You remain as a shadow in my mind Even that does not last Then you are gone © Poem – IX/XXV/MMXXIV LRET ...Read the rest...

My poem is a metaphor. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We went swimming in total passion beneath the moonlight. The reflections of love drowned by the eye of God. Your attempts to dry me left me breathless, my reputation saved...Read the rest...

As I look into the vast ocean of wight, here in the shadows of wont right, left amongst the myriad mellifluously, will you still hold a monstera like me? To be this maiden fair — to care about myself, ore...Read the rest...

Seeing what man has done Never realizing the hated that was born Brothers killing brothers All for the stupidest of reasons Is there any doubt why He turned His back We should have seen it coming Will He ever come back...Read the rest...

It doesn't matter if I don't want you to leave you will anyway...Read the rest...

the striker in me, your ghost— the woodsy holding patterns,...Read the rest...