Leaving Poems
Butterflies
by Fawziyya Abu Khalid
When you abandoned me,
I didn't need an elegy
because you had planted
a flight of butterflies in my heart
whose path I follow
like a bedouin who knows
how to perfectly trace the footsteps
of his traunt mare.
I Was Always Leaving
by Jean Nordhaus
I was always leaving, I was
about to get up and go, I was
on my way, not sure where.
Somewhere else. Not here.
Nothing here was good enough.
It would be better there, where I
was going. Not sure how or why.
The dome I cowered under
would be raised, and I would be released
......
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
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Scraps
by Hoda Ablan
When he went away
I had nothing left of him
but myself
The Animals are Leaving
by Charles Harper Webb
One by one, like guests at a late party
They shake our hands and step into the dark:
Arabian ostrich; Long-eared kit fox; Mysterious starling.
One by one, like sheep counted to close our eyes,
They leap the fence and disappear into the woods:
Atlas bear; Passenger pigeon; North Island laughing owl;
Great auk; Dodo; Eastern wapiti; Badlands bighorn sheep.
One by one, like grade school friends,
......
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
......
Our Place in the Sun
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an eminent, solar physicist, like the blushing rose, craving renown.
Each butterscotch morning I drove to work, and toiled until red sundown.
The observatory was the place I loved, keeping watch on our nearest star;
Like a pale moon that sits staring all night, its gaze near, anyplace we are.
I studied intense sunspots daily, as has been done over a thousand years,
To gain comprehensive understanding, as the weatherman into sky peers.
Fantastic, fandango dawn was fond memory, when faithful friends visited,
......
Emotional baggage
by Elisa Martinelli
I saw him packing all those clothes I knew,
all those clothes I had hugged.
And when he closed that luggage,
he closed me in there.
All I wanted,
I wanted to scream.
Please,
don't leave.
I kept silently lying on that bed instead.
Halfway to Heaven
by Chrissy Davis
One last day in this neighborhood.
Leaving behind years of memories both bad and good.
I’m so tired of being misunderstood.
I wouldn’t stay here if I could.
I’m halfway to Heaven.
I’ve already been through hell.
Yeah, I’m halfway to Heaven. I don’t even know myself.
Seems like everybody wants to control me.
Telling me how my life is supposed to be.
I’m tired of living in captivity.
......
Left Behind
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
A grey kitten chased blue butterflies,
With his wide open and wondering eyes,
In the very orange hues of evening June,
As lazy shadows frolicked with the moon.
Purple martin was off to places unknown,
Like a great many others I have known-
Saffron yesterdays, gone in but a moment,
Leaving vestiges of memory, very potent!
