Goodbye Poems
The Goodbye Days
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Lisa Clark and husband, Joe, lived alone, like heavy, pink morning mist, pausing.
They were friends with the Coles next door, like noon sun on shadows, accosting.
The families were seen together often, like amethyst stars, amassed in clusters;
And the Cole's sons would play, until obsidian darkness, closed its cool shutters.
Lisa had gotten a new whistling teapot, a sweet birthday gift from dear sister;
So pretty with flowers! It took on a life of its own, whistling fading to whisper.
The young families loved backyard cookouts, like blooms by the friendly fence;
......
Kiss and say goodbye...
by Raina Hutchins
You're on my mind all of the time
In dreams when I’m asleep
I know I should be running, but
With you I'm in too deep
Why you came into my life
I guess I’ll never know
Why can’t I hold on to you
Instead of letting go
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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.
Goodbye
by Amelia Pond
I meant to say goodbye to you
before you left and went elsewhere
somehow I never got the chance
so I watch you walk away
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.
The Goodbye Days
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Lisa Clark and husband, Joe, lived alone, like heavy, pink morning mist, pausing.
They were friends with the Coles next door, like noon sun on shadows, accosting.
The families were seen together often, like amethyst stars, amassed in clusters;
And the Cole's sons would play, until obsidian darkness, closed its cool shutters.
Lisa had gotten a new whistling teapot, a sweet birthday gift from dear sister;
So pretty with flowers! It took on a life of its own, whistling fading to whisper.
The young families loved backyard cookouts, like blooms by the friendly fence;
......
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,
......
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.
