Goodbye Poems
Farewell and Goodnight
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In the midst of red evening, leaves fall from the sky,
Yielding lavish hues and vibrancy, to gathering dusk.
Under a pearl moon, twirling leaves wave goodbye,
To warmer, brighter, gold days, in the pale stardust.
Yielding lavish hues and vibrancy, to gathering dusk,
Pretty, migratory birds, are taking the longest flight,
To warmer, brighter, gold days, in the pale stardust,
And final blooms of the season, add a cool goodnight.
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Unearth me or not, your choice
by John Hughes
No one wants to know me and unearth the beauty that is me
So why should I care about you
I’m someone that cares so much for the wrong people
But I’ve reached out to the others
We have decided that we don’t care to know you anymore
You know the worst thing you can do to a man is lock him in a cage and leave him with no one to speak to
The universe looks out for me, and it had to cage me because I was foolishly looking in the wrong places for love
It knew I would work endlessly and fruitlessly
But I’m caged looking for the keys to my heart but I hear the dead silence of you and my despair drums inside my brain
You’re torturers of great skill and I’m saying goodbye to you
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Hello Stranger, Old Writer's Friend
by Anisha Nyambe
hello stranger, we meet again
hello old writer's friend, what game do you play?
good day to you, reader
why do you pretend
to care for my words
when I know,
you know,
we all know
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John Wayne Brown
by Randy Johnson
My grandmother and his father were first cousins, and that made us related.
When he died on the 3rd of June, his death wasn't something that I anticipated.
When a person dies, it's something that people hate.
He has gone to Heaven at the young age of forty-eight.
His mother named him after John Wayne, the deceased movie star.
Now Heaven is the place where both my friend and John Wayne are.
It's always hard to lose a member of the Human Race.
John is dead but he is in a far better place.
[Dedicated to John W. Brown (1970-2019) who died on June 3, 2019.]
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Shattered
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Chaos color blast
blue sun is traveling fast
past a blood red moon.
Creatures scurry for cover
on the dark side of summer.
Red tailed comets streak
Paisley colors growing weak,
Midst music, dance, laughs!
Night has destroyed amber day;
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Unearth me or not, your choice
by John Hughes
No one wants to know me and unearth the beauty that is me
So why should I care about you
I’m someone that cares so much for the wrong people
But I’ve reached out to the others
We have decided that we don’t care to know you anymore
You know the worst thing you can do to a man is lock him in a cage and leave him with no one to speak to
The universe looks out for me, and it had to cage me because I was foolishly looking in the wrong places for love
It knew I would work endlessly and fruitlessly
But I’m caged looking for the keys to my heart but I hear the dead silence of you and my despair drums inside my brain
You’re torturers of great skill and I’m saying goodbye to you
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Dissipating Exchange
by Aditi Hayaran
Showering messages day and night,
That was my excited self
Seen the messages as soon as they came in my sight.
Just realised you're just responding,
Am I forcing you to talk?
The thought is haunting.
Trying to fix the things again,
That was my fool self
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Shattered
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Chaos color blast
blue sun is traveling fast
past a blood red moon.
Creatures scurry for cover
on the dark side of summer.
Red tailed comets streak
Paisley colors growing weak,
Midst music, dance, laughs!
Night has destroyed amber day;
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Garnet
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Gadabout butterflies
glitter like red sunset.
Gem sparkles in the west.
Gracious nature provides
glamour hues in winter.
Glad robin sings, lustrous.
Goodbye, last robustness.
Pretty Melancholy
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
when red and purple leaves are falling.
Ungathered cherries hang in reverie!
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
engaged in multihued, cool creativity.
Goodbye violet birds skyrocket, calling!
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
when red and purple leaves are falling.
