Take Leave Poems | Examples

When Twilight Comes

When twilight comes,
be morn or eve,
a time when cares 
and fears take leave,
when the sun arises,
when the sun does set,
when the trials of the world
have not come yet,
nor will they you beset,
when ferns and flowers
are tender with dew,
when dreams 
that you've dreamt
become alive and new,
when the stir of a breeze
and a rustle in the trees
become as music
to the soul
and the landscape all about
is as a heroic Grecian frieze,
when Time knows no time,
when sorrow has no pain,
when grief is lost forever,
when joy is free to reign
when the heart 
is filled beyond measure
when Love abounds 'til never
then will you see and feel
things more precious
than all the world's 
golden store of treasure.

Let Us Not Say

Let us not say
what could have been
revisiting a limb
up high

that petite 
racing hearts
of tiny little
birds alone

would dare
take leave
together, and fly -- 

let us not say
for fear of soaring
fear of falling
we never gave love
a try

let us not say
let us not say
a safe but sorry
firmly grounded
goodbye --

I Must Awa

I must awa and sorrowful be, 
I must awa and take leave of thee.
 My bonnie wee lass who holds me so near,
 I'll soon return to ye, my Bonnie, my dear.
I must awa to Culloden to be sure, 
to battle the sassenach or we'll be nay more.
I must awa with musket and bow,
I must awa, awa from me home.
Oh aye, I do ken what awaits me there.
Oh aye, I do ken I'll miss ye rua hair.
With tartan and plaid they'll ken the Mackree
 I must awa, mo rún, to fight for thee.

~ In the voice of: Angus Michael James Mackree
The battle of Culloden, 16th April 1746

Robert Burns 1759-1796

His work is known around the Earth
This ploughman lad of lowly birth
He wooed and won the lassies braw
His Jean the fairest of them aw
He honoured such as mice and men
And friendship flowed beneath his pen
Of parity and justice wrote
A line that I take leave to quote
“That man to man the world o’er
shall brothers be...” can’t ask for more.
Diverse his works, out of his time
The man who gave us “Auld Lang Syne"

Mystery Breeze

Sometimes a breeze can be
a pleasurable presence.
It makes the curtains shimmy as
it creeps into my room.

They ripple with a twitch and flutter now,
pleasant with a warmish ruffle.
But that breeze becomes a wind,
the curtains wobble, riffle, ripple.

Warmth has become wintry:
a wobble and a ruffle bestow
violence now with a blow.

Close that window and tell
that gust to go, quit, take leave.
Yes, it does have a name I try not to utter.


(30 Nov 2024)

Lying

Oh, so you're that type—so silent but strong?
A whisper in the wind, yet firm as stone,
Your presence felt, though words may not belong,
In quietude, this might alone is shown.
The earth beneath your feet does hum a song,
A serenade to roots that deeply grow,
Feeding a canopy of easily broken limbs
Draped with a web spun of concrete
A interesting spider it is;
Embracing all that’s wrong and shunning right,
A lull force that more than a few may know
Yet in your reticence, worlds are built and torn,
A universe of thoughts no one can perceive,
Each moment passed, a weave reformed,
A lesson learned in silence; I believe
So let us wonder, question, ponder on,
For nullified it is of strength; 
All shall take leave; when your word is gone.

The Wait

In a hundred days, it has seen me,
A thousand times, by the old tree,
A tomb, atleast for me, that still sings,
The old tales, I sit on the worn out bench,
Below the wornout street lamp, as if,
The world moved on but it remained stiff.
Quite silly of me to wait, but I can't resist,
As the night falls, the thoughts still persist,
But with time I see the lights flicker and shut,
With it, I take leave of the place but,
The thoughts still persist and they call,
"When we meet again, this promise you will recall."

Easy breezy

Playful demeanour, easy gait
Making mindful our soulful sigh
Into the void, we wingless fly

Eyes wide open, at heaven’s gate
Where God’s music plays by itself
We reclaim the light of our Self

There’s no cause then to hesitate
For doubts belong to lower mind
Fetters of fear, we’ve left behind

To feel joy that does not abate
We simply make our eye single
Feeling polarities mingle

Bliss handed to us on a plate 
If in childlike trust we receive
Asking our ego to take leave

Playful demeanour, easy gait
Eyes wide open, at heaven’s gate
There’s no cause then to hesitate
To feel joy that does not abate
Bliss handed to us on a plate

'er Sweet Whisper

Out in dah night, 'POOF', into a slumber
in er garden she whispered sometin' to me
dah, I dream't a lovely gal, I'd met one summer,
a sum time ago, under er ol'e peach tree

er Hill-billy mom wer' watchin' from afar,
spyin' on er rockin' chair, sure spotin' us
suddenly, LETS ELOPE, use tha ol'e car
wait, we'll take leave, this night by bus,

Then I 'eard er say, no need fer any fussin',
In 'er whisper, an right then, out of that blue,
a top of her lungs er mom started a hollerin',
stright at us both, she whaled, I see you two,

I just known' it, when ya'll did sneak that kiss,
let it be true- a young'n, I want er to be a boy
'WHAT'- on green acres is she hollerin' O' miss
Fer I'd been with yer only I think once in De'troy

    "O' ne're before, have I loved so true"
she whispered- do sleep, she went on to say...
I want to spend my life wit' someone like you
POOF, rubbin' my eyes, in da night, 'ere I lay

Da! dreamin'- "It's a boy, I'd pray he be"
Since, before I bed, I pray, should I miss her
set'n in my garden, under my ol'e peach tree
reck'n per'haps somday-I'd hear'er sweet whisper.

NOTE: She wispered "honey your dreamin' out loud again"

Hate Must Be Stopped

It is irrelevant what you say or feel 
The power to prohibit love is real
It’s irrefutable that prejudice lives
Human programing is what it is
Though irrational when reason gives
It’s logic promotional where difference is
Irrespectable the selfishness it creates
The prototype of unwarranted hate
Sometimes irresistible the ever present call
The progress of mans prolonged fall
The irritable habit that often appalls
The provision of law that confuse all
Irrespective of exclusive clause
The creation of habit and certain protocol
We give honor to Epimetheus’ after thought
Without Prometheus’ for thought
That irreplaceable are ideals that right
To protect the weak we all must unite
Irreversable this all to understand
Proclaim injustice in our lands
Irreplaceable our dedication to God
Projecting the light that shines abroad
Irrepressible the unseen laws
Progress to right the wrong without pause
Irrespectability must take leave
Providential powers must take lead
Irresponsibility must not deceive
Profess, protest, and provide prosperity

Steve Seagull

High atop our chimney breast,
Lives Steve Seagull upon his nest.
He’s a highly trained, bombing master,
Atop my rooftop, his name spells disaster.

If you’re like me, and live down by the sea,
You’d better hide quick, and find the nearest tree.
He thinks the seaside sky’s his domain,
And his mission is to cause both misery and pain.

Steve seagull, he dominates his space,	
As you take leave of your house, of your place.
He swoops down low, he targets your head,
And ‘bombs away’ he just misses you instead.

That was his warning shot, next time you won’t be so lucky,
Next time will hit you, and you’ll be feeling all mucky.
You’ll have to return home, and you’ll then need a shower,
And Steve Seagull triumphantly returns atop of his tower.

In Staid Stillness

In staid stillness let us receive
with gratitude, each breath we take,
making mind tranquil like a lake,
negating schemes ego does weave,
for whose demise we need not grieve,
that in quietude we awake,
in staid stillness.

Burden of fear we chose to heave
was evidently a mistake,
which at soonest, we'd best forsake,
compelling ego to take leave,
in staid stillness.

12-October-2022

Rondine 
a(R)bbaabR abbaR
@ 8 syllables per line

The Queen

The Queen is dead; a kingdom mourns
And all through her domain
There will be countless tributes
To her long amazing reign.

Ascending to the throne so young,
She ruled with style and grace
And no one (certainly not Charles!)
Will ever take her place.

To us, across the pond, she seemed
So decorous and prim,
Requiring a curtsy (from a her)
Or bow (from him).

Her matching suits and hats defined
Her monarchy and yet,
Beneath that stiff demeanor
Lurked the Queen most never met.

I once read that her handbag,
Always draped across her arm,
Was moved quite subtly to
Her other elbow, an alarm.

She did this when she’d had enough
And wanted to take leave,
A signal that her handlers
Were on lookout to receive.

That story showed her human side;
Will wonders never cease?
We’ll miss you, Queen Elizabeth,
And may you rest in peace.

How Long Will This Innocence Last

I ponder
How long will this innocence last.
As I watch him play….take leave
Of our world
And become a dinosaur,
Roar and stomp and laugh
And mispronounce their names.

I watch her pirouette
Turn cartwheels
Dance to a tune only she hears
Tumble to the floor….. laughing.

I struggle to protect them
To shield them from
The righteousness of authoritarianism 
To permit them to be themselves.

It is not my job to mold them
Shape them, compel them
But to provide them a safe place
To discover their uniqueness
To explore, to dare to be
A dinosaur, a ballerina
A child.


John G. Lawless
©4/8/2022

Complex Made Simple

Formless soul, in body takes birth
Shaped from the elements of earth
Bestowed by grace, God’s life essence
To nurture love, in bubbling mirth

Pure heart and joyous innocence 
Agendaless exuberance 
We’re thus born complete, bliss replete
To enhance our luminescence 

In sync with pulse of the love beat
With soul surrendered at God’s feet
All we need to do, is receive
Vibrant bliss, that makes heart upbeat

Ego has it’s own script to weave
Urges us, from love to take leave 
Striving in pursuits self-serving
Temptations, that seek to deceive

Once attention begins swerving
We believe we’re not deserving 
Oft mentioned as man’s fall from grace
Dark delusion that’s unnerving

If we but slow down, earth life pace
Ceasing doing, no goals to chase
Veils drop away, soul’s light bursts forth 
There remain no puzzles to lace

16-March-2022

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