Goodbye Poems
arrivederci Winter
by Aldo Kraas
Now it is finally the time
To say arrivederci Winter
It was indeed a long Winter
I was already getting sick
Of the Winter
That never seem to ended
Now finally my Father
Brought the Spring today
Also my Father brought back
Home the birds that I was missing
......
Goodbyes We Never Saw Coming
by Siddhi Beri
Seven weeks flew by too fast,
Though, I begged each moment to last.
They became much more than friends,
The kind of bond that never ends.
Trust that blossoms in this friendly space,
That even years of time can never truly erase.
Some faces I had barely known,
A simple smile, a quiet tone.
......
My Farewell to Self Publishing Online
by Ian McCleary
I have nothing to write anymore on here. I have nothing to write or publish for anyone to read online. I wrote partly with the thought that maybe I could influence people's opinions and partly because it gave me a sense of power and importance doing it. I am not sure whether it was a form of catharsis I was relying upon or all that it did was harden me to my own viewpoint.
My opinions on many subjects probably will not change in the time to come, but I have reached the point in asking myself, why write them again? Why bring up the same material as before? Why don't I just let the news media do that, they don't seem to have an issue with sounding redundant.
Some of what I did get while writing on here were insights that were personal to me and may have had a need to come out. Whether for the public or just for my private edification, I don't really know who it was for, beyond me knowing that I had brought it somehow into being.
Part of personal growth is accepting that the person who we were before or the way we were doing things before may not work for us in the future ahead. That if we remain the same person with the same ideas and beliefs it can make our lives quite boring and dissatisfying even though we may not acknowledge that for being it's cause.
Giving Up
by Kara Prince
I joked that I was the problem in all my past flings, saying I didn’t believe in a marriage held together by sterling rings. This was supposed to keep you at bay, so I could keep loving you from an arm's length away. We walked to the corner of Anderson and Erwin, your bike alongside us, going at a lazy spin. “I’ve been falling in love with you”, your eyes on mine, brown and blue. I’ll cherish that moment forever, even now as I am planning our sever. No one is to blame; you did nothing wrong. I just can’t keep hurting myself the same.
Growing up, Mama tried; she didn’t know when she promised me love and peace that she had lied. On her bad days, she was a force that I feared; she taught me early when to disappear. I swore to myself that I would learn to love different, that I wasn’t broken, but bent. So with you, I communicated, I learned to give the hugs that Mama had hated. I focused so much on doing everything right that I didn’t notice your need for flight. A few days, then a week, I texted, I called, you hid, and I tried to seek. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing to do with us”, and I felt silly for making a fuss.
Then you left again, leaving me a worrying mother hen. I don’t know if you also had a wire-doll of a mother, or if you’ve been overwhelmed by the drama with your brother. I don’t know how to help you from the other side of this door, but I know that you and I cannot be anymore. I need someone stable, who shows up, whose words are as trusted as a fable. I hope what you need finds you, be it a therapist or someone new. Funny how you held me for just a fraction of our lives, but I’ll remember you like bees remember hives. Warm and bright, inviting me in only to turn out the light. All I ask is when you tell me about your next love, please be curt, I don’t know if my happiness for you will outweigh my hurt.
Aan de rand van het leven
by Mario Odekerken
Al wat ik kon geven,is reeds gegeven,
gevloeid in de voren van dit aardse leven.
De oogst is binnen,de schuren zijn vol,
de tijd speelde prachtig zijn eigen rol.
Ik leg nu mijn pen en mijn gereedschap neer,
de avond valt stil,ik zwoeg niet meer.
De cirkel is rond,het boek mag dicht,
ik wandel rustig naar het eeuwige licht.
......
Aan de rand van het leven
by Mario Odekerken
Al wat ik kon geven,is reeds gegeven,
gevloeid in de voren van dit aardse leven.
De oogst is binnen,de schuren zijn vol,
de tijd speelde prachtig zijn eigen rol.
Ik leg nu mijn pen en mijn gereedschap neer,
de avond valt stil,ik zwoeg niet meer.
De cirkel is rond,het boek mag dicht,
ik wandel rustig naar het eeuwige licht.
......
Goodbyes We Never Saw Coming
by Siddhi Beri
Seven weeks flew by too fast,
Though, I begged each moment to last.
They became much more than friends,
The kind of bond that never ends.
Trust that blossoms in this friendly space,
That even years of time can never truly erase.
Some faces I had barely known,
A simple smile, a quiet tone.
......
arrivederci Winter
by Aldo Kraas
Now it is finally the time
To say arrivederci Winter
It was indeed a long Winter
I was already getting sick
Of the Winter
That never seem to ended
Now finally my Father
Brought the Spring today
Also my Father brought back
Home the birds that I was missing
......
When Forever Changed...
by Raina Hutchins
Forever was the way you smiled
Whenever you looked at me
The way your hand fit into mine
Like we were always meant to be
Forever was the quiet nights
The dreams and plans we made
The little moments no one saw
That were never meant to fade
......
Giving Up
by Kara Prince
I joked that I was the problem in all my past flings, saying I didn’t believe in a marriage held together by sterling rings. This was supposed to keep you at bay, so I could keep loving you from an arm's length away. We walked to the corner of Anderson and Erwin, your bike alongside us, going at a lazy spin. “I’ve been falling in love with you”, your eyes on mine, brown and blue. I’ll cherish that moment forever, even now as I am planning our sever. No one is to blame; you did nothing wrong. I just can’t keep hurting myself the same.
Growing up, Mama tried; she didn’t know when she promised me love and peace that she had lied. On her bad days, she was a force that I feared; she taught me early when to disappear. I swore to myself that I would learn to love different, that I wasn’t broken, but bent. So with you, I communicated, I learned to give the hugs that Mama had hated. I focused so much on doing everything right that I didn’t notice your need for flight. A few days, then a week, I texted, I called, you hid, and I tried to seek. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing to do with us”, and I felt silly for making a fuss.
Then you left again, leaving me a worrying mother hen. I don’t know if you also had a wire-doll of a mother, or if you’ve been overwhelmed by the drama with your brother. I don’t know how to help you from the other side of this door, but I know that you and I cannot be anymore. I need someone stable, who shows up, whose words are as trusted as a fable. I hope what you need finds you, be it a therapist or someone new. Funny how you held me for just a fraction of our lives, but I’ll remember you like bees remember hives. Warm and bright, inviting me in only to turn out the light. All I ask is when you tell me about your next love, please be curt, I don’t know if my happiness for you will outweigh my hurt.
