"farwell" poems
A black ball of grime,
two legs sticking out
of the top.
Gooey and all covered
in slime, it's silently bleeding
and cannot stop will not stop.
Farrell the adventures,
Farwell the friends that made
his arial travels shorter,
his stare is not with us
anymore he has forgot
whatever friends there ever was
Dead Pigeon.
Tossed like a pile of ****
ran over a couple dozen of times
by tires and people's kicks.
But he is dead he just won't react,
someone please do something!
Dead Pigeon.
The bird deserves a burial
he is calling at me
with his glossy eyes:
asking me to help
but I can't
Dead Pigeon
But he still lives!
His eyes, veiled,
bloodshot and black,
point at the gutter as if to say:
Oh the Horror! The Horror!
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC
I'll leave my hat
My shoes
And My scarf
That you adored
I'll leave my house
My rings
And my jewelry.
That I always wore.
I'll leave my paintings
That you said were dumb.
I'll leave all my little charms
That I said were good luck.
You can have it all
But I'm taking my heart,
Out the door
Cause that
Is mine
And mine
To take
You can't have my love
Not anymore
So Farewell
Farwell to you
And to me
The one you once knew.
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 6:39 PM UTC
Wind blown hair
May 21, 2015 at 10:34pm
Her hair was the color of coal
But at times it seemed to be
The darkest brown of ebony
Her beauty was from outer space
As if outer space was seen from Mars
She was always in love with the stars
And she was from another time
As one always dreaming
She was never to be finished
She was never to be brought to pass
While she was awake
She was always looking inwardly
As her eyes were always closed
Swamped in feelings to never deny
She could never act
She could never lie
She would drift with every sensation
There was never any middle ground to be found
Because she lived there in her mind
She would go with the joy of silence
There was nothing so deeply from her beauty
It was as if an absence of complete
Absorption was her characteristic of beauty
She would take his breath away
She had wonky wind hair
And she was from another time
When shadows once had echos
She would always fallow
How could she belong to another time
When Echos once belonged to Shadows?
Farwell to sweet tomorrows
She was never brought to pass
She had wonky wind hair
And she was from another time
As the wind would blow
The possessive form
Her beauty would linger on
She was from another era
She was from another time
To hide one's feelings
As one hidden of the clouds
Such terms of a beautiful endearment
Such a beauty of imperfection to be unknown
From an image that was never shown
A victim of stars
From a canvas of sentimental shadows
When colors escaped long ago
from another grey world
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
His golden locks Time hath to silver turn'd;
O Time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing!
His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurn'd,
But spurn'd in vain; youth waneth by increasing:
Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen;
Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green.
His helmet now shall make a hive for bees;
And, lovers' sonnets turn'd to holy psalms,
A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees,
And feed on prayers, which are Age his alms:
But though from court to cottage he depart,
His Saint is sure of his unspotted heart.
And when he saddest sits in homely cell,
He'll teach his swains this carol for a song,—
'Blest be the hearts that wish my sovereign well,
Curst be the souls that think her any wrong.'
Goddess, allow this agèd man his right
To be your beadsman now that was your knight.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC
Sad thoughts a burden I only wish you didn't have to know.
Brightness of eye's color please never match this life's backdrop of gray'
Whenever the child's sense of poetic logic and yearning have died.
A creative well now just a side thought of silliness so we believed.
Cast aside dreams a such beautiful lost causes we can't deni.
A spring of innocence was tempered by a farwell's regret
Sweet dream and soon diminished bliss.
Much like soothing rain you were never bound to last.
Such bright eye's I wish only you could true.
But wishes as of childhood were nevertheless a one way street.
Bound by day's fade and a porch lights clock.
Drift as a dream for you're the essence of a throwback time.
Bright eye's so true to what has long since died.
How only to this day I wish I had only known.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 6:52 PM UTC
The Litebrite's now black and white
'Cos you took apart a picture that wasn't right
Pitch burning on a shining sheet
The only maker that you want to meet
A dying man in a living room
Whose shadow paces the floor
Who'll take you out in the open door
This is not my life
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
It's not what I'm like
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
Who couldn't get things right
A fond farewell to a friend
He said really I just want to dance
Good and evil match perfect, it's a great romance
And I can deal with some psychic pain
If it'll slow down my higher brain
Veins full of disappearing ink
Vomiting in your kitchen sink
Disconnecting from the missing link
This is not my life
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
It's not what I'm like
I'ts just a fond farewell to a friend
Who couldn't get things right
A fond farewell to a friend
I see you're leaving me
And taking up with the enemy
The cold comfort of the in-between
A little less than a human being
A little less than a happy high
A little less than a suicide
The only things that you really tried
This is not my life
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
It's not what I'm like
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
Who couldn't get things right
A fond farewell to a friend
This is not my life
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC
Black holes and nebulae
Planets and stars
Phasers on stun
So no one was harmed
Black and white
Then colour and films
You were a kids hero
The stuff of dreams
Enterprise went to the stars and beyond
Tackled apartheid and other taboos
Never faltered and because of you
So Mr Spock we say Farwell
You were a hero to many a child
Go now on your journey
One to beam up
You lived long and we prospered
From knowing you
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC
Bottles in brown bags clutter along the fence.
the citys inner chambers call to me even now.
The human relics the walking forgotten beaten by life.
The gutters tressures collect the remains
of another misspent night.
The air smells of treachery a tinge of regret.
Why she huants my heart a flawless escape.
we can leave but we take that moments sealed plessure.
Silk encounters hash pavment of a empty embrace.
The old fool who's birthday he relives
only in hope for change.
I celebrate the ignored embracethe strange.
I wonder do young lovers dreams sail
out into that skyline eternal and free.
Or crash into reallitys rocks.
Leaving them jaded and bitter as me?
The bottle the lips you know better
than the once warm flesh.
Would she reconize the monster.
Or see the sad and helpless mess.
Apon the steps a bottle between perfect strangers and new
best friends.
Passed thoughts lost moments.
A busy streetlight on a empty road.
The hopeless and the charmed exist ina strange harmony
of the citys strange and beautiful tune.
I wonder will I ever know you again?
The angel with demonic lust.
Dreams are a blessing the curse is
only to pretend.
Farwell midnight hello darkness
dusk and sunsets of a yerning heart.
Apon that bench by the the water.
Watching the paper lanterns glow.
As in lost souls they so peacefully depart.
Jun 19, 2010
Jun 19, 2010 at 6:55 AM UTC
Part One
A American Madman's Farwell
I was fried from the scene in LA the lights the fake women with the perfect smiles and quick to jump in bed mentalities that if thinking you were a casting director were all to eager to sell there souls .
The were twisted insane drug addicts maybe that's why I had grown to feel at home amongst them and there demented ways.
I had grown numb to the excess the high quality drugs and all night binges .
My mornings were like rising from the dead more agony than pleasure
I found even now to arise from the crypt it took far more than a stiff drink and a good **** I had to dam near summon a voodoo priestess to bring me back to the living good thing even the masters of the occult all desired to be famous and were already here .
Everyone was after the fast track that quick fix and I was just after yet another story.
I was just another snake in the garden all to eager to take advantage of the first opportunity to strike the innocent then leave them with a expensive habit and some cab fair in the morning .
I sat there as I do now ice in glass bottle on the table frustrated in need of something more one last adventure was on the horizon .
And my sights were set on the land down under .
Were the heat and mystery surrounded my thoughts where the page could breathe and my thoughts could take flight one last time .
I sat there a addict in need of another fix one that only a finally dose of adrenaline and adventure could curb my desires .
My choice was made long before my bags were packed.
and few lines and some stiff drinks were all I desired to see this road to its end .
I paid my bill packed my **** and was ready to be lost .
L.A. was a mistake always willing to happen and a new Atlantis destined to be at the bottom of the sea .
I was buckled in and blown out of my mind as the 747 blasted from tarmac bound for escape pointed towards the sky .
I was higher than Jesus and bound for a story that would be far beyond the depths of my own madness .
Sir would you like a drink ?
The stewardess asked me when we were stable within the clouds.
You can fill in the blank when it comes to my reply .
Just make sure it's a double .
Please fasten your belts ladies and gentlemen the madness will begin shortly .
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 3:14 PM UTC
As from the window a gentle breeze did ask the struggle.
Why must we linger to pain apon winds we shall cast.
Dust of sunset tears of goodbye.
Cast the shadows none left as I.
A rewind of childhood a still frame of my time.
Often I smell the rain one more is a tease please take all yet leave me this.
Direction without map turns by insticnt and vision we embrace.
Moments left apon a clock almost struck.
Sunsets we'll chase togather again.
No answers to all but so many to question.
Often I see now turns have passed.
As to sea and of shore.
I bask here nevermore.
A roads end and farwell view.
I think it was far to short.
Now it's been handed to you.
Traces were there yet still we danced in wreckless thought.
Vain as children now ghosts to page.
Give me one for I bleed many with thought.
Past images of watercolor now erase my
colors reprise.
Sometimes you realize theres never such thing
as enough.
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 4:12 PM UTC
hosted by most
of the demons
You know,
I say farwell
to your sorrows,
No longer will
I fall into
your shadows,
I wont cry
in your sleep
nor will I linger
in the water
when you drown
My footprints
wont be visible
to your eyes,
I wont enlighten
your tears when
ever they fall
at my ground
Gone away
Leaving my
broken wishes
on your pillow
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
From the marshes I saw the death float apon the water.
No sound of sorrow did follow the gentle decay as it flowed to shore.
Money vs Nature the dollar for death.
The blood red sunset seemed a oil painting of
a nightmares sky.
As numbers matter more than souls.
History of these waters poisoned is are future.
Sluge does seep across the marsh.
Klling many in diffrent ways.
Generations trade erased to greed.
The politicians lies and to the helpless feeling.
In this moment we've lost all light.
Fires of hell.
visions of a oil painting of eternal night.
As apon the water I lived my life in tune with the sea.
As people sit in question.
Fools always looking to the next for answer.
As black does erase it's tranquill blue.
Fathers and sons bid farwell.
To the only life they ever knew.
For what more can you lose all is gone.
Thoose peaceful water's of mind.
Are but a reflection of natures soul.
**** the the land bastards of greed.
Nothing ever is enough.
Apon the bones broken to the very
marrow they feed.
A hand open and a mind closed.
The wind carries a message unherd.
As darkness overtakes the shore yet effects
far beyond it's reach.
When hope is lost to whom will you preach?
May 25, 2010
May 25, 2010 at 10:21 PM UTC
Shes always my past waiting to drag me to a time eternal.
As nightmare's are but my deepest desire.
When happiness was more than a word unknown to me.
As we cling to it gently knowing the reality wakes
us alone.
Togather in desperation I wish only to erase this
vision to save the pressent.
She's knows it's near the moment we can never face.
In the darknest it's in fear I regret what we'll
remain of my heart a vacant space.
The breeze slip's over the over the dying summers breath.
A angel's last rites and this demons favorite disgrace.
As sunrise kill's my heart of dreams im left alone.
The feeling so real.
False was that time killing only me still
This fool yerns to embrace.
The memory that never matched the face.
I write my farwell to you everynight in the
theater of my faded heart.
Killing me to live the shock has left me numb.
Tortures of a sadness smiles sweet as the kiss
We share that only in my souls bitter reflection.
As the sunrise take's me away to my waking misery.
My days but a marker to my bittersweet end.
Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 3:10 AM UTC
They call it evil
when i speak of morbid things
when i think sinister thoughts
when i feel lower than dirt
They call it evil
when i write my poems
when i become inraged
when i feel death lurking
I call it being myself
I dont care if you hate me
you can die choking on your blood
get hit by a bus
they call it evil
when i speak of demons
when i draw dark things
when i let my emotions be known
they call it evil
when the sun dont rise
when the moon is dark
when the world falls into peril
i call it being *******
you turn your backs on me
i dont care for humanity
they can die burning to ash
they call it evil
when i speak the truth
when thier lies are known
when i do something right
they call it evil
when i dont care
when i feel like my life is over
when i release my rage
you know what
you all can go get bent
i control my destiney
my life is my own
no leash or collar
no chains or cages
im free like the eastern winds
so good bye and farwell
they call it evil
when i tell you
forget me if you doubt me
someday i can say
i told you
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 8:13 PM UTC
You’re gone now
So long
Farwell, Have fun
Hope you’re doing okay.
Trauern und geben.
Das ist unser rhythmus,
eine süße Symphonie, die langsam verblasst
( To grieve and to Give.)
(This is our rythme,)
(a sweet symphony slowlying fading out)
Actually, we are doing well, but you want
More
You arent home.
Dont pick up the phone
Please I your gone stay gone
in Teenager-Tendenzen eingepackt
du hast deine Seele für das einzige verkauft, was du wirklich liebst:
Drogen,
Alkohol,
und Geld.
(Wrapped up in teenager tendencies.)
(you sold your soul for the only thing you truly loved:)
(drugs,)
(liquor, )
(and money.)
You’re gone now
So long
Farwell, Have fun
Hope you’re doing okay.
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC
Water, Water all around but it was not so safe and sound
for in this water my friend drowned
I was a school the day it happened but i can picture it as if i was there
The water was running very fast
I wish my friends had decided to keep walking instead of stopping for a swim but i cant change the past
While everyone else was doing something different he fell in and hit his head and that was good bye to my dear sweet friend
When they started to notice that he was missing they didnt worry they thought he had gone home insted
But when they got home he wasn't there, that gave everybody a great big scare
His sister came down to my house to see if i had seen him but i had not so she left
I prayed to god to make sure he was okay
But it was too late to save him from his fate
Later she called and told me he was dead, i went and cried in my bed
I'm still sad even to this day, but i know that everything will turn out ok
Jan 1, 2010
Jan 1, 2010 at 2:20 PM UTC
Heike tries Haiku
Seven sillables brainstop
Farwell mental health.
(please do not take this too seriously :-)
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 8:45 PM UTC
Summers approach a farwell kiss.
Bourban erased the reason and somehow im left with is nothing but this.
We danced the night gave no thought to the day.
Times washed us clean now all has but drifted away.
Trapt emotions a well went dry.
Magic in moments the time mispent.
A well placed thought is but a fermented lie.
You view in but seldom see the truth behind this stage.
Paths crossed now directions needed.
A vintage year and a tender age.
It's burn a thirst to quench ive now lost track.
Ive drown for to long ive no reason to ever look back.
May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 12:04 PM UTC
I always see them in dark shadows and whispers of uneven conversation I stand
steady as always.
Unsteady hand may you bare one last confession do you care to reflect the image we no longer recall.
Raindrops apon empty streets bare a haunting tone ive grown numb from such feel and loss.
You ask to see my soul but would you stay for just a little while befor?
Im ash of flames once bright embers are all that remain.
lovers are markers ive long since seen fade in a perfect sunsets pain please will you stay to
care for the child in the clown and the old fools emptyness will wash that pain as storm's
clear my past to heal my pressent if you will.
They never see i am but trash in the gutter a stain soon to be forgotten from thought.
We may embrace for a second please dont ask if im okay.
Sometimes stars no longer shine but skies seldom fall.
Winters of turmoil echo in empty chambers often called thought.
And the burbon my cast to sheild a wound I refuse to heal.
Fools often regress so as you pass i understand no wave just a look through ive grown to except.
Oceans apart will you stay if not for one last drink asked as a child begs a parent just till
Im asleep.
I see them in shadows faces once known to many and cherished by me .
Old ghosts surround and as I prolong i understand i must join them
even the blind can see.
And as to my back it paints a farwell to a never to be filled door.
Tommorow they come to chase the past for even i must one day give up my seat.
To fast ive lived now slow must I die.
Faded watercolors still cast images that caress the heart of another who will
understand the yerning to stay.
Stars under darkest night understand one less burns .
We are but canvas so may mine be relived by fires glimmer of soon faded light
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 4:44 AM UTC
Farewell now, peaceful dales, farewell to
Familliar hilltops that I call to
Farwell, familliar wood nearby,
Farwell, the beauty of the sky,
Farewell, glad nature that I cherish;
I am exchanging my dear peace
For noisey, glittering vanities...
Farewell my freedom that must persih!
Whither and wherefore do I strive?
What can I hope for in this life?
Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 5:04 AM UTC
Faith is for the transience to have,
To hold on to their, morale, their pride or their belief of justice,
While the sun already bid farwell to her warmth in this freezing autumn, the transience of their faith keeps them warm, ah phantoms,
And so time passes, beliefs change the path is redirected
The wind crosses over it, and alike a miracle revives those memories,
Of those who have already left and disappeared without a trace,
And of the ones who shaped anothers heart, with speech, with a gentle gesture or just kindness, shown to every and all kinds,
As I, who was too pure to understand the meaning of this wretched world together with its temporare selfdestructive problems achieved immortality, I began to understand that transience is beautiful!
Because transience meant living, did it mean that I was no more ?
This I cannot answer, however it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are, just do not get lost in the stream of time,
The smallest change can make the difference,
As for every kind is one kindness,
This, is a last remote.
~ Umi
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 5:48 PM UTC
Escaped from fears
Smiles hiding tears
Yet Unable to sleep
Emotions Buried so deep
Losing a friend
Trying to comprehend
A candle snuffed out
Turning away in doubt
A father deceased
Farwell, We feast
Another sky turned gray
Hearts left in disarray
Return of Wrongdoer
Smiles become fewer
Drugs to help cope
Losing what little hope
Feelings to address
Family in distress
A mother points blame
A heart left maimed
Apology never received
False affections believed
Silent the line stays
As I've departed ways
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 3:09 PM UTC
as my life comes my near
others seem to fear
as my soul starts to fly
as im starting to die
as it becomes close
my soul starts to arose
i take my last breath
before my death
so to all the trails
i have traveled farwell
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
Flowers on the grave
Wasted wishes
Painful lies
Twisted truth
Hooves on horses
Clouds in the sky
Wings on birds
That forgot how to fly
Reading between the lines
Making breath
Taking time
Your place in life
Your spot in line
The single note from a chime
The wicked seas
And stormy weather
A rope to tie
A rope to tether
The one you love far away
The one you wanted to stay
The war between
Oh battle of ages
Fights and storms
The sea rages
The blades are drown
Farwell's are bade
A unfair trade
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
Farwell my dear loves, I must prepare a ship and sail away
My journey will start today
A journey I must face alone
And think of those I have known
Rough storms I will have to face
darkness and loneliness I will have to taste
And embraces the waves that violently go up and down
making me feel trapped and bound
Isolation of the dark sea feels like Years
entaggled in my fears
Chained to hardship that don't end
Forever being hit by violent waves that twist and bend.
My heart beats hysterically i scream out LET ME DIE!
So, I fall down on my knees and begin to cry
I crawl into a self defeating position
Im ready to give up on this so called mission
Until I hear my inner voice
Telling me I have a choice
Either I can lay there and die
Or I can get up and try
I decided at the moment I will stand tall
There will be nothing to cause me to fall
I swear upon the moon
I will finish this journey soon
So I can find happiness and true love
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 5:16 AM UTC