Goodbye Personification Poems | Examples
These Goodbye Personification poems are examples of Personification poems about Goodbye. These are the best examples of Personification Goodbye poems written by international poets.
Sublime summer is arriving,
The darling daisies are gossiping
Laying on the sill of the silly window,
The sun is complimenting them excessively,
The blush is lustrous and lurking.
Summer is shimmering on its way,
Spring is packing her suitcase,
Ready to leave,
She doesn't get along with her sister,
Summer's soar sight
Can make Spring blind.
Spring loves her eyes
So she's absolutely ready for goodbyes,
I should not hold her,
I'd write a goodbye letter
Hoping that she'd feel better,
Sisterhood is a vital matter,
Spring and summer can never unite
Even though they are two sisters so polite—
Spring is too floral,
Summer is too bright.
And when they get together
All they do is fight.
And that's not at all right.
So goodbye spring,
Come back next year,
Go your merry way,
Let go of summer's fear.
I'll be waiting from you to hear,
Goodbye now,
Summer is almost near.
Wind, winds—why do I feel this way?
The connection in me feels the disconnection of leaves
Fleeting, hoping, embracing the feel of nostalgia.
But, should I call it loneliness?
Why do leaves let go?
Is it really a painful metamorphosis, or just a transformation of seasons?
Why do my feelings go with wind, is it the part of me I’ve been longing for?
Since when did I lose you? Since when did the leaves let go and follow you?
Am I,
Okay?
Hopeful?
Better?
Maybe the wind could tell.
I am...
a hello/goodbye guest.
I show up dancing,
twirling about like a dervish,
shaking my tambourine;
dance with me!
I'm no clown; take me seriously!
I'm always friendly
whenever we meet
face to face.
Shake my right hand;
do not stick yours in my face
and tell me
to talk to it instead.
Don't blow me off like that.
Each time I meet you
at crossroads, follow me.
Each time I visit
your humble abode,
your mind,
your dreams
and knock at the door,
open it!
Open the door
and welcome me in.
Do not leave me
waiting too long
out in the cold, because...
I lack patience.
Don't say I didn't warn ya...
I’m a very early riser - the first settler’s
alarm clock you might say-
If you haven’t heard my native name
Wiradjuri guuguubarr- That’s OK
you would know me as a Kookaburra.
You’ll often hear me laughing with my kinsfolk
from treetops to greet the morning
Then at day’s end we bid it a fond goodbye-
with a jovial, raucous chorus.
You could mistake it for human laughter
but it isn’t imitation- we’ve been laughing this way
since the beginning of creation.
I have a diet that will often make people shudder.
I can eat a 3 foot snake and then go looking for another.
I stun it first by dropping it — then whack it on a tree
And then, believe me — I swallow it — carefully.
I blend in well with the bushland
bark brown and dappled shades
You can’t see me in the gumtrees—that is
until my laughter gives me away.
It felt as though I could not breathe a breath.
My arms and legs were made of heavy stone.
I could not move as though no flesh or bone
and I was primed and waiting for my death.
His fiery eyes caught me in thoughtful gaze.
He stood his deadly scythe upon the ground.
This specter took a somber look around,
then settled eyes to rest on mine in craze.
The hooded figure motioned it was time
that I should attest my final goodbye
and meet impending death with calm sublime.
I leave this earthly place a paradigm.
Amid glad tear and heavy sigh I die
as tolling bells begin to sound their chime.
When Youth packed his bags
and headed south
I knew I’d not see him again
So long, we’d been together
For years, he was my friend
It’s not that we had fallen out
We’d not had words or fought
It’s not as though, our time, misused
Or lessened, all for nought
We said goodbye, a long affair
Eventually, we kissed
And I must say in honesty,
At times, he’s sorely missed
He’s made new friends, I’ve met a few
And sent Youth my regards
I tried to warn Youth’s fickle ways
And what lies in the cards
Alas, his new friends worry not
That’s how it’s got to be
And Youth will be a friend to them
The same, he was to me
’Tis a fate and one to fear
Whenever it’s this time of year
I’ve heard the tales but where to hide
Don’t need a most delicious side
Don’t want to be this dinner’s dish
My bones to pluck and make a wish
So stuffed and full of bread and sage
There’s hell to pay and war to wage
I cannot face another threat
Another lottery to bet
Will I end up a centerpiece
A succulent and flavored feast
’Tis my fate and one that’s clear
The gunshots nearing, I can hear
My feathers ruffled, breast to sigh
Thanksgiving day, I’ll say goodbye
Your trademark omnivorous stunts
Glean clean what minute remnants
Menaced graces do sparingly yield;
And take back reliefs heavens field.
Inclement rob your ravenous fangs;
Mowing to naught crumbs of bread
That divine hand her children gives,
Thieving sure bits with slyest tread.
And so at this apt o'clock fine:
Twenty minutes short of nine,
Soon coming date of May 2022;
I deal you an irrevocable adieu.
And whenever your urgings goad,
In attempt to re-hook my psyche;
These sad goodbye lines I'll recite
And at once renew my full dislike.
Keep every penny you stole,
Without remorse own it all;
In vain would I seek it back
And further lose safest luck.
A vampire was on my tail but I could not slow down
I had a date with the moon
I needed a consult
The sandman is a strange bedfellow fellow
waking me up at five a.m.
to discuss lyrics. Really?
I was more afraid of losing my muse
and my imagination disappearing completely
than I was fearful of any ole’ measly vampire
So I started running
caught my nightie on the garden gate
Heard a rip
but kept running
The moon was waving goodbye
with his invisible hand
So I stomped back inside the house
to make my husband’s day miserable
It is what I do
when I hear the last line of a poem
as sandman is waking me up,
and know the moon and my imagination are leaving.
Damn!
This oak tree and me, we’re made of the same stuff.. Carl Sagan
why lean on my
unmoving breast?
breathe my rest...
climb my milieu...
hull me out
an adventure.
soar amidst
the forest of my branches.
i’ve squirmed as you shimmy up
and scream to be rescued.
i’ve dreaded the hearted-blade
score and singe in my bark.
you’ve left your bloody initials,
therefore, you’ve enslaved
yourSELF TO ME
in thorns and lichens.
i wonder when you kiss
off this puppy love
will you restore my health
or leave the scars of the past?
i wait eternally for your return
with roots sopping tears of regret.
perhaps your progeny approaches -
the wind whispers such vespers to me.
i ache ancient rings of arthritis...
crows nibble nebulously i fear...
in the end’s gratitude for sultry sun
and merciful cups of rain.
goodbye my dear. . .
the lightning strikes
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I am nature,
soul of a mountain,
buried under
a billion snowflakes.
I float like butterflies,
from petal to petal.
As cinereal clouds clear,
under a glistening sunrise,
I illuminate like a lustrous rainbow -
I am daylight.
I am a falling leaf,
from the tallest tree.
I am gravity,
can you feel me?
Can you hear the air you breathe?
I am oxygen.
I am the moon,
followed by a galaxy of stars,
I am the universe,
lights that sparkle at night.
I am Mona Lisa's smile,
a photograph from the past,
an unread book,
a guitar without strings,
a bird without a song,
a blank song sheet -
I am regret.
I am darkness,
a misplaced muse,
the pause between words,
the last kiss goodbye,
the distance, the hunger -
I am suppressed emotions.
You see me in blood and tears.
I have no echo.
You can only hear me,
when you care to listen.
Goodbye record blackened storm,
And as I lie drying from green to crisp
Waiting for the inevitable debris city truck,
I shall drain my memories,
You were only two and I was 5 feet tall
When you hovered in your sandbox
Making mud pies,
And I shaded you when you read your first words
On a palette under summer skies.
Dropping big white blossoms as I grew
And spread my arms bearing wax of green,
And now I lie on your parkway telling
Your aging appreciation goodbye,
And are you crying?
So am I
It's hard to forgive, but harder to forget;
I made bad mistakes that I truly regret.
You've been here for me through thick and thin;
I love you and don't want to lose my best friend.
I was wrong for what I've done and take the blame:
Without you in my life, I'll never be the same.
All I want to do is to make it right
Because I can't eat or sleep at night.
I never wanted to treat you like dirt,
And I never wished for you to get hurt.
I care about you from the bottom of my heart;
Losing you will tear me apart.
I'm begging and pleading for you to stay;
My love for you will never go away.
I'm truly sorry for making you cry:
Please forgive me and don't say goodbye.
I wish that nightmares only happened in dreams
Or lives that were so tightly joined together, didn't burst at the seams
I wish that I could find the solution to the pain of losing a lover
Or the pain of losing a sister or brother
Condolences insult the wounds
Hurt feelings and anger has the family consumed
I wish that I could understand why a life so special could just end
How do you mend a heart shattered into remnants?
How do you heal a mother who's sweet baby is gone?
When you know that baby will never come home?
Grief has transported us to a dark place
Sadness has turned to anger and alliances break.
What could have been done to save this precious life?
In order to find the answer, we MUST survive.
The pain of losing a loved one is not temporary
We carry the pain on our sleeve
We cry deeper and harder for every tear they cant see.
It's hard being the one that's left behind
Especially when we were always side by side.
Its hard holding the burden of missing you
When I know that God must have missed you too.
How could he not?
Your smile lit up my world if not THE world
Now I hide you in my heart
The first step to healing is to start.
Every time I think of you, I realize I can’t share
The loss of you, I struggle to bare
The pain and empty spot is a living night-mare
Loosing you, just proved that life is not fair
Experience and wisdom, was what we earn
Those tears to laughter was how we turn
Young and free without concern
Although a lot of discussions let us burn
You will always be the amazing one
Loving you can never be undone
We had so much joy and fun
Regrets we had none
Life without you will be difficult to try
You got your wings now so you can fly
Visit us and bring of God’s Angel pie
But now I have to say Good bye