Goodbye Poems
After the Auction, I Bid You Good-Bye
by Aimee Nezhukumatathil
You elbow me with your corduroy jacket
when a box chock-full of antique marbles comes up.
I can't hear your whispers above the auctioneer's racket.
The clipped speech of the auctioneer cracked
me up when you impersonated him in bed. Like a wild, thick mop
I soak up every copper smell from your corduroy jacket.
In two days, I will drive you to the airport, packed
with other couples pressed tightly at the top
......
Something Precious Had to Fade
by Carl Halling
Dear one, what did you say?
A dining hall, a distant day,
It seems it was time
For goodbye,
Speaking of my eyes,
‘They shine so bright’,
Words said (or words of this kind),
If this was true and that they did,
Because of feelings that I hid,
......
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.
Death Of a Relative
by Randy Johnson
My papaw died twenty-five years ago today.
It's been a quarter of a century since he passed away.
When he took a new medication, he became sick.
When Papaw took it, he turned out to be allergic.
If it hadn't been for Papaw, I wouldn't exist.
He died a long time ago and he's still missed.
(Dedicated to Burley Johnson who died on August 3, 1994.)
Saying Goodbye
by Haych Nano
Today we place you to final rest
know that with your presence we've been blessed.
six feet down in your grave
we shed a tear, goodbye we wave.
the time has come to let you go
the sound rings out of the graveyard crow.
the clouds may part, the sun may shine
the priest speaks out, its now the time.
family cuddle and hug as we walk away
i'll never forget such a painful day.
......
Change of Scenery
by Frangipani Retrograde
Note: This one is sad for me... Anyways. Let me know if you like it. Thanks.
Why are you going?
His little voice said
I didn't know how to answer
The question I so dread
I don't know why I'm going
I don't want to leave
Told my little boy it was time
......
Saying Goodbye
by Haych Nano
Today we place you to final rest
know that with your presence we've been blessed.
six feet down in your grave
we shed a tear, goodbye we wave.
the time has come to let you go
the sound rings out of the graveyard crow.
the clouds may part, the sun may shine
the priest speaks out, its now the time.
family cuddle and hug as we walk away
i'll never forget such a painful day.
......
Sienna in Season
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a productive, proficient painter, long captivated by the manifold colors,
An infinite parade of hues and intensities, like tales of a thousand summers.
I worked daily at this irresistible passion, which made long, golden hours fly,
As sun stains skies in its final burst of passion, prior to a pretty day going by.
My creative work was quite rewarding, granting such joys of self expression,
Like rare pearl thrills often derived, from fragrant, dusky moonlight sessions.
Faithful spring faded, with fond memories of buds, when friends came to call,
......
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.
Goodbye
by Tom Cameron
No more good
And no evil
No-one to tell us who to save or who to kill
Nothing below
No skies above
No more waking up next to the one you love
Just goodbye
