Passing Poems - Poems about Passing

Winter's Passing warmer temperatures hasten Winter’s passing—quickens Spring’s coming...

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"Lingering leaves of gold frolic in the wind" and though their twirling is such a beautiful sight, the limbs of the trees look as if they've been thinned, so those trees seem desolate in the twilight. Also, the day of my birthday came fast, so no sooner had sweet autumn arrived, then September had already passed. Sadly, early fall cannot be revived. Oh,...

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The days drift softly, like leaves on a stream, Fading whispers in a fleeting dream. Sunrise paints the sky in hues of gold, As time’s gentle hand unfolds stories untold. Morning glimmers with promise anew, Afternoon blooms in colors true, Evening whispers in violet hue, Marking the world’s eternal view. Mountains stand in silent grace, Forests dance in nature’s embrace, Oceans sing with endless grace, A...

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Would that I could consider this departure A pleasure trip to lands with beautiful sights. Traveling for betterment of mind and spirit A place you go…and come back you might. I wish I could imagine you will answer each letter that I write, or pick up the phone when I dial, making your absence lose its...

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January wakes us weary, New resolutions pressing heavy. Then comes February’s charm— A month of love, or wasted calm. We march ahead into March, Preparing for the chill to lurch. April brings the planting days, As a third of the year slips away. Hope returns with open skies, Maybe this month—maybe May. June arrives with quiet tunes, We wish the world would feel okay. Halfway through, we...

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Look at me now, torn and cast into the unforgiving wind of passing, Just as a bored child abandons a broken doll, Seeking something else to fill their heart with new laughter and colors, Torn and cast away, I can offer nothing more, I am a vessel emptied of the essence of giving. Perhaps, if you would let me...

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From obscurity come the strangers Fading away, like old dangers. Walking the street of flowers more people pass every hour A few are pleasantry exchangers. Near my porch, robin sings Beautiful music for summer swing! Red berries in a bowl Kelly green butterfles, on patrol Noontime's for swaying and musing. Passersby, smiles of the moment Starry eyes, upon distance fervent! Jasmine fragrance in the air Pink hummingbird is...

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2025.4.16 Six year passing. It was an early Tuesday morning. You laid on your sick bed without moving. For a while, you laid still with your eyes closed. I decided to get close and climbed on your bed, Placed my ear against your chest. Tried to listen for your heart beats. You breathed gently on my hair. I was relieved and stayed still. That was...

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(A repost from 2019) My favorite aunt is dying.. cancer, quiet and consuming as a flame.. Seven short weeks ago she was easily doing an hour of step aerobics, unaware of this intruder, this murderer within. Now she's lifted from bed like a rag doll. She is my mom, well, a near twin—only smaller, funnier, serpent sly, more...

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Brenda has a big bottom, it causes quite a wake as she swims toward me. Soft girl steaming up to my ******** chuffing like a tugboat, mouth as wide as a catfish. Such things are not written of nearly enough....

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As every drop hath magic of its own, And yet within a river finds its whole, So are our lives of merit all alone, And yet a facet in a greater soul. Or as a shard of light that shines in spring, Within the fabric of the dazzling day; We are like notes with which a choir can sing, But having sung,...

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The times come and go, sometimes fast, sometimes slow whether happy or sad, whether good or bad we are where we are, we have traveled so far through darkness and light, through wingless flight to rest right here, to finally see things clear...

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Do you remember the days of our youth? The good times and bad times that we went through? There's highways and byways and kids that we knew, Do you remember those days like I do? Do you recall winters and days without school, With snow drifts high and no swimming pool? The windows were frosted and bed sheets were cool; Can you...

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Reflections in the glass Your face Appears behind my shoulder So beautiful So pure I gaze upon your every line Expressions change With the background Of a passing life Your eyes close As if you are as tired As I A slight smile You know I can't Avert my eye A coy look I didn't know I could l Iove you more Leaning forward...

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Strawberry red skies when home beckons through sage woods Pink love's going down as dewdrops on purple rose prior to the velvet close Flowers follow me their fantasy fragrances recalling burnt gold Beauty's dying once again in throes of rapture and pain...

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