#goodby - Hello Poetry

I see you’re gone. Turned your back again. Left me just that little bit more. It frees me. Frees me to write again. You see, I’d stopped. I didn’t want to affect you any more. I didn’t want you to feel compelled to come here and wallow in my pain. So I’d resisted the urge to write. But now you’ve severed that cord. Were you set free? Do you feel this? I’d be surprised if you feel anything anymore. Ghosting me is your super power. This place is mine again. For me to write. Alone.

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Apr 22, 2022

Apr 22, 2022 at 8:17 AM UTC

OnceWasAskim

Gone

I see you’re gone. Turned your back again. Left me just that little bit more. It frees me. Frees me to write again. You see, I’d stopped. I didn’t want to affect you any more. I didn’t want you to feel compelled to come here and wallow in my pain. So I’d resisted the urge to write. But now you’ve severed that cord. Were you set free? Do you feel this? I’d be surprised if you feel anything anymore. Ghosting me is your super power. This place is mine again. For me to write. Alone.

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When I am old and frail and weak (And my bowels empty before the seat) And I need to be washed and dressed and tweaked I hope you are kind and understand That this is what happens to woman and man When my joints are swollen with grinding pain And my skin is wrinkled, thin and plain I hope you will see my eyes have light And laughter and joy are my only delight My thinking may not always be sure But my love is the same as it was before I am in a completely helpless state And rely on you for my end fate My world gets smaller each passing day Little by little it ebbs away So when you draw the curtains wide I sit and see the world outside The sky, the trees, the grass, the flowers All moving to my counted hours They wave to me with final breath And I wave back before I rest

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Feb 4, 2019

Feb 4, 2019 at 10:12 PM UTC

Jaynezzz

Mother

When I am old and frail and weak (And my bowels empty before the seat) And I need to be washed and dressed and tweaked I hope you are kind and understand That this is what happens to woman and man When my joints are swollen with grinding pain And my skin is wrinkled, thin and plain I hope you will see my eyes have light And laughter and joy are my only delight My thinking may not always be sure But my love is the same as it was before I am in a completely helpless state And rely on you for my end fate My world gets smaller each passing day Little by little it ebbs away So when you draw the curtains wide I sit and see the world outside The sky, the trees, the grass, the flowers All moving to my counted hours They wave to me with final breath And I wave back before I rest

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when winter is saying goodbye our nature prepares for a high all juices start flowing the farmers start sowing but the snowmen are beginning to cry

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Mar 8, 2018

Mar 8, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC

wwhoelbling

winter's end (limerick)

when winter is saying goodbye our nature prepares for a high all juices start flowing the farmers start sowing but the snowmen are beginning to cry

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10th July 2017 To My Husband As I watch your life, slipping away We share all the things we want to say We have time to reflect, encourage and love To be grateful with warmth, to look beyond and above We remember the good and laugh at the bad And take time to listen and embrace the sad It is a rich time, this time that we have What has been, what is now, is what will be had As your strength fades, and your eyes slowly dim We look beyond the body you are in When death approaches and your final breath taken We know your spirit, will soar with elation You will look at this world and say your goodbyes And peace will take you as you pass through the sky’s All the best for your journey Your loving wife

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Jul 12, 2017

Jul 12, 2017 at 6:08 PM UTC

Jaynezzz

My Husband is Dying

10th July 2017 To My Husband As I watch your life, slipping away We share all the things we want to say We have time to reflect, encourage and love To be grateful with warmth, to look beyond and above We remember the good and laugh at the bad And take time to listen and embrace the sad It is a rich time, this time that we have What has been, what is now, is what will be had As your strength fades, and your eyes slowly dim We look beyond the body you are in When death approaches and your final breath taken We know your spirit, will soar with elation You will look at this world and say your goodbyes And peace will take you as you pass through the sky’s All the best for your journey Your loving wife

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I live in a world now where legend and nightmares are abound And screeching and screaming are the only sound Buried alive I don't think I'll survive Please don't resuscitate don't revive Please don't look, turn around just leave me to die Everything in my life has gone awry I think this my friend could be my final goodbye

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Mar 10, 2016

Mar 10, 2016 at 3:00 PM UTC

Pauline_Morris

Nightmares and Legends

I live in a world now where legend and nightmares are abound And screeching and screaming are the only sound Buried alive I don't think I'll survive Please don't resuscitate don't revive Please don't look, turn around just leave me to die Everything in my life has gone awry I think this my friend could be my final goodbye

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Perhaps it was easy to fall back into what it was, what we were... An almost-friendship acquaintance, rather than what we could be- like an almost-lover friendship... no, that'll be a harder fall. Because we never really had any memories to forget, never had, never will. I am seeing 'this' for what it really is, A fragile bubble too easy to pop with single pin ***** and the larger it gets, the thinner it becomes- as it goes untouched, it will just vanish into nothingness without any trace of its prior existence. And that's what it is, was... a something sort of nothing.

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Feb 19, 2016

Feb 19, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC

ekstyn

Something Sort of Nothing

Perhaps it was easy to fall back into what it was, what we were... An almost-friendship acquaintance, rather than what we could be- like an almost-lover friendship... no, that'll be a harder fall. Because we never really had any memories to forget, never had, never will. I am seeing 'this' for what it really is, A fragile bubble too easy to pop with single pin ***** and the larger it gets, the thinner it becomes- as it goes untouched, it will just vanish into nothingness without any trace of its prior existence. And that's what it is, was... a something sort of nothing.

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fake smiles broken hearts our friendship turned to dust

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Oct 12, 2015

Oct 12, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC

--DarkHeart--

turned to dust

fake smiles broken hearts our friendship turned to dust

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