"fairwell" poems
Is it a maske?
A front or illusion?
Is it fake? Maybe a little?
Was I wrong? A trick all along?
Im not sure. Because i was blind.
But its not there now. And i can see again.
So even though it lingers still. Goodbye maske.
Soo long and fairwell.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 3:29 AM UTC
In the jungle lived three lions
Their father had just died
they were sitting trying to decied who should take the crown
The three lions were wise
But only one will have the royal life
The eldest said :
My brothers with great grief i bid our father's fairwell
But its time for me to be king
Im the older and the most powerfull between you two
This kingdom cant survive if i dont rule
The younger lion replied :
my brother its true that your strong and old
But i am the smartest between you both
Leave the crown for me and i shall take care of your needs
The third lion said :
All you too have said is true
But i am the most beautifull lion between you too
All the animals in this jungle respect me
And i was the favorite for daddy's
No other lion is more courageous than me
So i think i should be king
The three lions couldnt agree
They started to fight violentley
The older lion ended up winning the fight
He looked down onto his brothers dead on the ground
He couldnt believe what he had done
What would his father think of him now?
He surely didnt deserve to be a king
Feeling miserable he walked away cursing his greed
He would leave forever and never come back leaving his father's land
A kingdom without a king...
Words Of Harfouchism
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
From a dark sky to a sun lit ray sun your the reason why i smile today.
clouds come and go but your the one i love the most.
keep me warm on winter days where you peek through the clouds to make sure im ok.
at the end of each day i say fairwell you give a smile with colors that swell
bright then turn back dark to a sunless night.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
In the event I drink liquids fit for automobiles and devour
the taught warm light of a match, I hope you know that
I won't say sorry for all the hardships I put you through.
I won't say sorry for the way I stormed through doors
and plowed through hearts. I won't say sorry for the way
I told you yes when I really meant no. I won't say sorry
for the time I cried over spilled milk and shrieked over
stained sheets. I won't say sorry for leaving you without
even so much as a formal goodbye, other than this one
which was scrawled on the back of an unused napkin in
the middle of a crowded Starbucks down in the city, this
being the first time I've been in either place. I won't say
sorry. Not to you, not to anyone. As for now, I bid thee
fairwell, from one poetry lover to another. I won't say sorry.
For I've already managed to blurt it out seven times.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 7:19 PM UTC
Waiting with Spanish guitars.
Why do I sit here?
You stamp on me so,
and still I wait.
Am I a fool?
Perhaps.
It wasn't much to ask,
was it?
For you to come to me?
Spanish guitars,
would have made it so romantic,
but it wasn't to be.
Fairwell my princess,
as I make my way,
to our Roman Bridge.
May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 9:13 AM UTC
I saw an old man walking by the side of the lake , he turned and whispered somethings not right ? I walk among the creatures of night , with the moon as my shelter the stars as my light I do not walk this earth anymore somethings not right , I am a ghost of many a year gone bye , stalked by women and children that cry , stuck in a cell were no light is seen , and the god I worship cast me down like a feind , I lived a life full of Ill repute , shellfish untold before now , there was no applause to my life no fairwell crowd , a lonley man stood at my grave , Lamentations and verse about this fallen brave , but I am not , nor never I find a bit of bravery a bit peice of mind , life is cruel rotten unjust to carry on is the question of must ? For who I am you lips should say this old man who's lost his day ? am no stranger for I am you , telling the tale of what life has for you . Change you'r ways or never youl find that bit of bravery that bit peice of mind .
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC
have you ever had someone in your life who shouldn't be?
all they do is cause you pain and endless heartache but you can't seem to say fairwell.
the time and energy spent on someone who doesn't care you exists could be used to build up your nonexistent self esteem.
what does that say about your personality?
caring about someone who doesn't give a ****
is it inspired and kind or just utterly stupid?
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
The Ear Ringing Silence
Cuffs My Wrists
A Black Rose
Slices My Forearms
A Hand
Clasps My Neck
Pulling Me
Closer
Vertebrae Start Breaking
Along My Fragile Spine
And My Breaths Are Slowly Fracturing
And My Human Life
Flashes Before My Eyes
Nenookaasi Sits Besides Me In The Timber
Looking Away So She Didnt Have To Look
At My Shifting Body
And As I Complete My Metamorphosis
My Brindle Eyes Stare
Into The Sun's Amber Orb
And I Look At Nenookaasi
Her Dark Hair Covering Her Complection
Before She Notices
I Flee Deeper Into The Trees
She Watched Me Leave
And I Stopped And Motioned Her A Fairwell
As I Ran
To Find My Clan
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 8:49 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Don’t know what to say
Other than fairwell
Death has finally claimed
Another venerable hotel
Where everyone from
Sid Vicious to Dee Dee Ramone
At one time or another stayed
And called it their home
Requiem for the Chelsea
May she rest in peace
Now that all activity inside her
Has finally ceased
Closed for renovations
See we’ve heard that before
The death knell has been tolled
She ain’t coming back no more
Nevermore to open
In its present incarnation
Cos now the Chelsea’s history
Despite the acclamations
What the future holds
Is anybody’s guess
But if I’m forced to take one
I’d say condos at best
The Chelsea was a grand hotel
Back there in the day
Name me one musician
Who didn’t book a stay
The Chelsea was iconic
What else can I say
Except that it’s ironic
That it went down that way
Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016. All rights reserved.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 11:21 PM UTC
A boy aged young
With a soul of many
Walked down Dreadful Lane
Bravery a plenty
He walk with merry
Where others became insane
No doubt in his heart
He saw a large house
Walking down Dreadful Lane
With large spider legs
And no regard for life
This had made others insane
The boy just smiled
Waved his hand in hello
And continued down Dreadful Lane
It was a busy street
With creatures and teachers
All who were completely insane
Angry snakes slithered slowly
Cockroaches of infinite holdings
Scurrying down Dreadful Lane
Eyes with no home
the fires of souls
The dead madly insane
The bats covering the birds
The grass perfectly parallel to the rain
Flying down Dreadful Lane
A carnivor seven
And the body of nine
Where making six insane
The blood on the trees
The teeth in the curb
Riddled through Dreadful Lane
Screws screaming from the pain
Masks laughing from pleasure
And the boy was still not insane
Still with a smile
He waved fairwell
As he turned off Dreadful Lane
But on the next street
He was surprised to meet
The girl who would make him insane.
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 8:15 PM UTC
A crowded hallway,
Patiently waiting to see if you'll magically appear.
Searching for empty words to say,
Once again, I feel myself falling hopelessly.
That smile, have mercy.. That smile,
Those eyes.. Making the stars envious of the radiant glow they gave off.
Now, my mind is racing, wondering if you'll ever come back,
It's been 34 days since the last time I can remember seeing your face.
My heart feels like it's jumped out of my chest,
My eyes have began to fill with water.
My knees have become so weak,
My breath has become shallow..
I see you right in front of me,
And to this day, I can't remember if that was our final fairwell.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
In the begining I was blind
But now I see too clearly
The nonsense is over
And now I am growing
Fairwell to what was
Hello to fresh start
I'm building myself up
And letting the old fall apart
I quite frankly could care less
Of what they have got to say now
Because now I'm getting mines
And jealousy can ****
Not me but you
So step it up ladies and you'll be fresh too
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
All the déjà-vus
Cut copy paste repeat
Packing time every time
in a time of endings
Always passing by,
bypassing
Senseless
Useless
My will is thirsty
and no fountain
is to be reached
Will you see me off, darling?
For me, pretend
a minding fairwell,
pack me a smile
for me to take
in my journey
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
Oh my heart just skipped a beat, and in that fraction of time
Without prowless, without thought, without anything relevant, i stopped with it
And I played with it
In a funny kind of way i felt for it
And I made it my friend for life
When i became complacent and comfortable
I left this place, for better or for worse
It read my mind
And told a tale of roving fields and rising waves
Blue skies and ribbons flying
With white tangled flags, and boastful conceit
I stared at it with both eyes
I bid fairwell to that moment in time
With recluse and torment
I played with it, and i made it my friend for life
That moment in time, when my heart skipped a beat.
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
whispered from a far
fairwell, gentle knight
quedar en silencio
que le traera
si a ella no desea
pianga, pianga
le fleuve ne s'arrête pas
the willow set fire
on itself
three feathers blown
via
via
va via
shattered mirror
eres ella
the spell of the tower
trois plumes
il suo cuore
a willow
drowning
dans le tourbillon
whispered from a far
fairwell, gentle knight
it was but
the waves
haleter de papillons
delusion
whispered from a far
fairwell, gentle knight
she is
nowhere
erronée
ma credente
endless road to
a dock in a bay
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
Floating
upon a city at sea
Mesmerized
by the light in her eyes
As land gave way to ocean,
mountains of rock and earth
surrendering to hills of turbulent waves,
we stood on the deck
hand in hand
We spoke softly
danced rhythmically
and shared the night together
Once far out into the blue
the sun departed from our gaze
and the stars
one by one
began peeping out of the night sky
We laid down upon the deck
holding each other tight.
We sang softly
danced rhythmically
and drank deeply
from the cup of happiness.
Our hearts aligned
our dreams still far out
if only we knew what was coming
if only we could have seen through the shrouded mist of time.
How tightly would I have held you then,
holding you close to me
thanking God almighty for that moment
hoping it would last a lifetime.
But the moment was soon
shattered
Our hearts so newly intertwined
broken apart
Thrown suddenly apart from each other
fate had other plans for us
We were cast far away
isolated in darkness;
alone.
Heavy of heart
and weary of soul
my inner most being cried out for her.
She is worlds apart from me now
her smile
her laugh
the blue in her eyes
I must say goodbye.
Like a weight in my chest
that night clings to me
latching on whenever I am weak.
Oh to be with her once more
floating upon rivers of joy.
Yet shes gone from me
and I from her.
forever separated by fates cruel trick
At the end of all things
I stand alone
I must let her go
But I will never forget her memory.
The sensation of that night
the magic in the air
the waves lapping gently against the boat
the stars twinkling far above
the lights from the sliver of land left far behind
the smell of her perfume
the warmth of her smile
the joy in my bones
the wonder that I felt
Farewell to that girl
that wonderful girl,
Farewell to that night
that wonderful night.
Forever will I cherish you.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
Handmaiden knitting alone
in a cottage of regrets
spinning her final garment of pain
sized to fit only one
Its design is intricate
spanning years of broken promises
lies, deceit, jealousies
pattern... cyclic
the story of her life
a constant journey to places
she had already been
But she'll hem that garment today
she'll ***** herself and bleed
one last time
and as she bids fairwell
she does with no regrets
not bereft
but finally happy
relieved...
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC
From the sky you fell
To this humble
And earthly hell
To the water
You began to swim
Like a naiads daughter
From my lips
The worlds fall
Unbidden like a kiss
Like gentle rain
You turn into a storm
And bring much pain
I watch you roll
Across the sky
Taking toll
On earth and heaven
But as you thunder
You miss the chevon
You hunger and thirst
But you lack love
Which is worst
An angry hand
Raised to the high places
You no longer command
You fell to my home
And you cry
But you are not alone
Though you know
You will never return
You must go
Fairwell demon friend
When you find home
A postcard send
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
far, tree branches skim
the light satin of the moon
- unspoken fairwell
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
same clothes and the same smell,
same room and the same hair gel–
good handwriting and the fairwell–
every now and then I just feel compelled
to lay in ash and let the heart churn.
to lay in ash and let the scars burn.
to lay in ash in hopes I’ll discern
what the past is yelling with a reverb
same clothes and the same smell,
dead heart lives in a young cell
and the water’s dried in a new well,
could I be the pool that’ll consume hell?
just a drop, just a drop
a drip of time for a broken clock
a moment merry with a single petal
until life’s hands come to cut your knot
but a word, whether auditory or a written letter
whisper to me or pick up your feather
rehash to me a time of us together
or just give detail of the local weather
same clothes and the same smell,
too familiar but I can’t tell
how the notes played don’t produce spells
is it wordplay? Is it truth–
truth is, truth is hidden by a hoodie–
silhouette, water–dirt, very muddy
with confusion, has me seeing blurry;
tears of hope sting, supper’s full of hurting and
the similarity is too concerning…
same clothes and the same smell,
but the voice, no, no the voice fails
and the face lies, quite the fox tail
this is not right, this is not real
–
a wolf in white wool tells me I’m his friend
the teeth in his jaw are bathed in fresh blood
we’re friends from the past and though I thought he was dead
he defeated his troubles like he said that he would (–did he?)
because of slow sense and the charm of his wit
I’m the meal and the victim, defeated in good
same clothes and the same smell but
its. not. You.
Aug 22, 2024
Aug 22, 2024 at 5:31 PM UTC
My heart broke,
when i saw him within
the injustice he suffered,
what they said to him.
they beat him down,
and caused him great pain,
they hurt him so much,
that he didn't get up again,
he just layed there
as they beat him down.
he didn't move,
nor make a sound,
they broke his soul,
they poisoned his heart,
they hurt him so much,
that he fell apart.
little by little he tore at the seams,
little by little they killed his dream.
the pain was too great for him to bare.
so much so that his warm heart felt to ice,
becomes a cold stare.
he bid fairwell to the world,
as he blew it a kiss,
before he fell into his depression,
His Black Abyss.
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
A curious confection
Of mystery and death
Of hated perfection
And reasonable breath
Of nightmarish lines and finds
Of aching bones
And too many land mines
A horridous groan
Of every reasonable thought
That is slipped from your grasp
A life that ought to be wrought
And ends with short gasp
Taking care to not ruffle the feathers
Of the divine
Or trouble the lives of your betters
Oh world would you ever be mine
It's hard to define whatever I could say
That are constructed with truths and lies
If only I could live 'till may
But oh how my time flies
A sweet sorrowful fairwell
To my past to ever last
And to the future pray tell
I hope I go fast
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 8:38 AM UTC
you are my hope in sight like christ is my daily hope
In many ways i look up to you
i wonder how many times i disappoint your appetite
then each morning you return to have more
Attimes i feel my inspiration to you much as i know it breaks your heart to hear facts all the time
yes i will always blend to give a diversity of digestion but cant change my personality of factual rapture
how i like those smiles in line of appreciation
other times you go silent with hopes of failed faith
see how we get along well, can i preach to you that you are great
And your inspiration too has inspired me to inspire you
fairwell those i go no where
i stand tall to type my minc out till you erupt into good progress
you are amazing and so are you hands
they keep scrolling for my awareness
and your eyes to read history in news
i thank your mind never tiring to analyse and bake you adhere
now i head back to where you always find me
my reading writing friends
my partners in love of mining words to meaning
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 4:25 AM UTC
We say we're okay
That's what we just say
So don't believe me when I say
Those 4 letters because I'm lieing
I'm not fine
I probably don't eat
I cry every night
It's probably not my fault
I'm sure you won't mind it when I'm gone,
But you'll know it's not right
When I'm not there for you to torture
I'll miss this life
Time will go ...
On...
And on...
So fairwell my friends
I'm sorry for this but I'm already gone
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC