Short Good By Poems

Short Good By Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Good By by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Good By by length and keyword.


Goodnight Not Good By

here's a kiss
you going miss
loveing you
is worth it too
this is know lie
for me your right
this is
GOODNIGHT NOT GOOD BY


Kiss Good By

it made me cry
to look in your eye
loving you i don't denie
it hurt
i felt like drit
this is no lie
to
KISS YOU GOODBY

Good By Fall Hello Winter Time

fall is a strong wall
for football
fame mabe in a hall
that's soon end
new season begin
its giving sign
so
GOOD BY FALL
HELLO WINTER TIME.

Time To Say Goodby

we had a good thing
its ashame
it had to fall apart
you 'll alway be in my heart
thing didn;t work out
no doudt
i did try this is no lie
time to say
good by

I Know

i know you would love to see me and say by. I'd say there no such thing as good by. there
just see you later. i know your watching over me were everyone are.
Form:


Premium Member a good evil paradox


the source of all evil is twisting good ~ by any means mankind could 

said god to satan who agreed ~ even my evil’s warped to seem good

By 
David Kavanagh
Form: Monoku

Good Friends Hard To Come By

you prove to  me
you have the key
to my heart
we will never part
it was freindship
and sweet lips
from the start
you or in to the day i die
here's why
GOOD FREINDS HARD TO GOOD BY

Premium Member The Birds Sing

The birds sing as the clouds follow one-by-one and the sun shines bright with a rainbow that glows in and out and around it like the stairs grow in and out on top of the universe into the sky when the birds fly and say good-by
Form: Ekphrasis

Premium Member Health

Holding a good sanitary standard
Eating well and controlled
Adequate sleep and rest
Living good by staying fit
The emotions on a steadfast support
Hanged on by wealth for good sustenance
Form: Acrostic

Morning

I wake up
to another day.
I thank God,
its that way.

I smile because,
I am free.
Nothing can ever
bind me.

I find, I have
peace inside.
Acquired because
I cried...

out to him.
Morning is light.
I am so glad.
Good-by night.
© Karla Null  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

My Puppeteer

Pull my strings, or I can't walk.
Pull my lever, so I can talk.		

Made of plastic, with no heart.
As you wish, to tear apart.

Put me back, on my shelf.
I am no good, by myself.

Round and round, so we go.
You pull my strings, that's all I know.
© Mike Sacks  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Until and Through Dawn

morning

in the warmth and given sun 
I am followed only by one 

though

as I move my hands and feet 
my friend behind me moves in-sink

and

all the more I jump and leap 
it herds me like a flock of sheep

until 

the night has come abroad 
they wave good by till morning with dawn.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member A Ride

when i see a mexican dragging a cart full of refuse
I say gracias espera voy regresar con una bolsa con gusto
por usted and if chinese I do not speak mandarin or cantonese
and just a yo will do as I am not choosy to feed your children
a world for us to share babu in a taxi and so hello good by
see you tomorrow in my dreams as they are vivid hubber

My Last Poem

I'm done here 
I've moved on
Don't like me
I'll still be on
The way to a
better place in time
to find a better
place to rhyme
good by my friends
untill an other time again
I'll always be here 
for never again..

--so I leave you with this last note--

So put on your ties 
and ring all the bells
I'm tired of this place
and I'm going to Hell.
Form:

Sexual Games

You call me baby
tell me
would you care
to spin my Wheel of Fortune?

If the Price is Right
would you come on down?

Maybe if you are lucky
you will be the girl
to holler bingo
when I find your sweet spot...

To you it's all a game
you come and then say good by
seeing me as the Weakest Link
you think you are the hottest?

Hey baby,
tell me what's behind door number three?
~ ~

Premium Member When Santa Took a Different Route

This year Santa decided not to fly Kissed Mrs. Claus a hardy good-by Aimed his deer toward the interstate Oh! How his sleigh went straight A Van slammed on brakes, need I specify!!
I saw a van yesterday with a Santa's suit fastened to its rear with the rear of the suit facing out. Left me wondering what happened to Santa. Not for a contest
Form: Limerick

The Ex

You set me up for failure 
Than ask me why I didn't do anything right
You said you'd love me forever 
Even though you left right in my sight 

You were my person
My strong suit 
You were just a heavy burden 
My life just ended up being a reboot

A reboot without your love
A reboot with another guy
Someone who shows me real love
When all you have left is to say good by

Premium Member Ardent Dreams

Adrift in a heartsome cloud,
Rejoicing, learning to love after 
Deaf ears and saying good-bye.
Ecstatic journey loving an enigma.
Nestling comfortably within their bosom, 
To its labyrinth fathom needs.


5/23/2020


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© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Acrostic

B8-Poem 48 Time On the Beach

POEM 48 TIME ON THE BEACH 


SO LET US SET DOWN BY THE SHORE 

& LET MY MEMORIES ROLL AWAY IT 

WAS THEN I REMEMBERED MY LOVE 

OF YESTERDAY.



THERE WAS PEOPLE STANDING THERE 

I HAVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE AS THEY 

WALK AWAY PLAYING & WAVING GOOD BY 

IT WAS THAN I FELT TEARS COME FALLING 

DOWN FROM MY EYES. 





MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR

Premium Member I'Ll Say Good - By

I'll say good - by now
 It's been wonderful
 Knowing you.

 As I sit and think of us.
 And the memories of 
 having you close to me.

 Watching you while you sleep
 Touching your warm body
 Laying mine next to yours.

Going through the years with you
 Knowing you would be there
 Now it's time for us to part.

I'll say good - by now. 


March 10, 1975 - 77 ? wrote long ago
Form: Verse

Premium Member Few Are True

Few Are True A nonet to answer this question. Will you still stand four us when Black Lives Matter isn’t trending?
So to this question this I do say. For people lie and are not true. You will get a thousand yes. But only one will do. So this I will say. To all of you. Say good by. Few are true. The sad truth.
By Josehf Lloyd Murchison.
Form: Nonet

Premium Member Saddest Poem

Saddest Poem 
I never had a chance to say good-by 
With my own selfishness 
So much wasted time 
I took you for granted 
Now the flowers have died 
With too many excuses 
It’s too late for good-by 
Time torrent so fast 
I’m sorry for all of the lies 
The scarlet sand ran out from the hourglass 
Now I'm standing next to your grave 
What a beautiful person that now lives freely in the sky
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Ctrl Alt Del

I have been with you for two years I am not happy I am full of tears. So here is what I am going to do. I am going to ctrl alt del you out of my head just like that. All that we shared all that we had to gather even the gifts we gave each other. I am going to ctrl alt del them out of my memory nothing will be left of you. It is over I am going to ctrl alt del you out of my life. CTRL ALT DEL GOOD BY!
Form: Verse

I Don T Know

you say you love me
how can that be
when sometimes you yell
it don t make me feel well

makes me want to cry
and ask you why
do you treat me like dirt
or why you want see me hurt

when all I do is love you
I know our love is true
yes you treat me like a queen
sometimes you are just plain mean

sometimes i want say good-by
and that makes me want to cry
because I love you so
from my head to my toes
Form:

Premium Member Souls

Family is all but gone
A sad lost song
Mothers brothers sisters
Friends all gone
Here I am alone
Looking for a link
The more alone 
The deeper I sink
And why I ask 
For me
What did I do 
To suffer such loss
I fear a curse against 
My blood
Has sunk my 
Family ties
No one to protect 
Or be more wise
Good by my dead 
Souls and family
I wish it wasn’t so
But when a soul 
Is called it must surely go

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