"revoir" poems
J’ai mal à la tête en pensant au fait
Que ma vie sera peut-être perdue sous mes yeux
Que tout cet effort et cet amour se terminent
C’est peut-être pour le mieux.
Ne rien laisser de côté.
Il commence à pleuvoir
Attendez... je la vois clairement encore une fois.
Peut-être pas un au revoir, mais un début
Nouveauté sous forme de réalisation.
My head hurts thinking about the fact
That maybe my life will waste away before my eyes
That all this effort and love will end in demise
Perhaps it’s all for the best.
To leave nothing behind.
To say a final goodbye.
It begins to rain.
Wait…. I can see clearly again.
Maybe this isn’t goodbye, but a start.
Novelty in the form of a realization.
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 8:59 PM UTC
Perched upon the tip of the volcano, the Phoenix begins to spread its wings.
Villagers in the town below see its magnificent beauty and begin to sing
"Oh Phoenix above oh so high, spread your wings so that they may graze the sky"
"Save us from the demons that plague our minds"
"Remove this unwanted darkness and replace it with light"
The town’s people chanted this song in hopes that the mighty Phoenix would indeed answer their prayers.
But alas the Phoenix had plans of its own.
It did in fact graze the sky with its sun scorched wings, but failed in removing the townspeople's demons.
Again and again the townspeople sang praised their mighty God, but still no answer had rung.
The mighty Phoenix perched upon its throne had spread its wings and began to fly
Out of the townspeople's vision straight into the sky
A mighty explosion burst through the clouds and everyone in unison let out a cry
"What was that? Did our god die?"
Unsure of what truly happened the townspeople began their chant once more
"Oh Phoenix above oh so high, spread your wings so that they may graze the sky"
"Save us from the demons that plague our minds"
"Remove this unwanted darkness and replace it with light"
As they finished their prayer, something happened so instant
The demons had fled and the light poured throughout the land and into the distance
The people cheered, some started to cry
For the mighty Phoenix sacrificed itself for their lives
Tales of this beast soon spread without warning
Passed down from generation to generation
So that all may hear of the creature that saved the people from themselves
So that they may never again live in fear of both their minds and the unknown that lived in the darkness
They started a new chant in honor of their savior
"Oh mighty Phoenix sacrificed itself for us"
"Flew into the sky so that we may live fulfilling lives"
"We honor your death by helping one another begin to flourish"
Shortly after the death of their God the townspeople moved to a new land and started anew
With the Phoenix living within the heart of every single person
Just as the townspeople were leaving their village
A small child looked back and began to say
"This chapter of my life has come to an end"
"And soon a new chapter of my life will be written"
"I'm afraid we will no longer be together you and I"
"For you cast yourself into an explosion that shook the sky"
"Goodbye my dear guardian, may you rest in peace"
"When we get to our new home, we will honor you with a feast"
The townspeople went to live their lives now renewed
Au revoir my dear reader, for this is the beginning of something beautiful.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC
8/9/2011
Just one quiet ride...
Neither knew we'd collide.
There I already sat,
Longing with, you to chat.
I guess it wasn't meant to be.
From where I sat I'd only see.
Your eyes and their sparkle,
Big and dark like charcoal.
We shared glances and eyes met,
I made you smile I bet.
I looked away fast,
Smiling away the past.
If only we had talked,
But opposite directions we walked.
One day I'll meet another.
But for now...
my heart had no druthers.
My eyes say hello
And yours say hi.
Quite a cute find
For such a short ride.
Just one quiet ride...
Neither knew we'd collide.
There I already sat,
Longing with, you to chat.
Fate didn't have us planned
I guess your in it's hands.
Au revoir pretty thing.
Here I sit, remembering.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
Un bonhomme de neige
fondu sur ma l'herbe morte. Bonne
continuation
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC
He was never my classmate,
Neither was he my schoolmate,
As we have met on OkCupid,
Which is where we got suited.
He soon became my tablemate,
Then got promoted to bedmate,
Ranging from late-night nosh
To some naughty oh-my-gosh.
He was my almost-roommate,
Now, a hopeful housemate,
Since he would visit me daily
And keep me company gaily.
He was frequently my seatmate,
As well as invaluable playmate,
For we traveled places together
And cloyingly wrestled each other.
He has always been my helpmate,
And is presently my best teammate,
As he has cheered me up from afar,
As we chat as if there is no au revoir.
He will one day become my inmate,
Plus my hard-working workmate,
Since we will both have mini-me’s
Forcing us to slog away on our knees.
He is undoubtedly my soulmate,
One who is to become my lifemate,
For he is a romantic yet **** geek,
A keeper with charms all too unique.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 10:00 AM UTC
#
I want
my heart on a platter
so I can see the ins and outs
Want the act to matter
See it mirrored, my mouth, it shouts
Feels like
standing in front of the mic
singing of losing track of time
remembering this certain chime
Means I
don't really know how to defy
feeling lost in the rubble
of uncertainties and trouble
I hide
behind buckets full of the tide
I filled when the ocean didn't look
all I could see I took
I keep
time in a place safe and deep
live inside a moonlit jar
an ocean filled reservoir
read my own memoir
and said au revoir
#
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 1:39 AM UTC
The tears as you leave are a blessing
the feeling of sadness a gift
For many don't have ones to love them
or pleasant sweet sorrow so swift
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
The innocence of someone who
still hasn't touched a drop.
Of someone who won't take a drag
or blow out clouds of useless crops.
They all start out the very same,
Say they won't touch a single thing
but they all end up the same as well,
all merely desensitizing.
Goodbye, goodbye my view of you.
Au revoir my idea of
My perception of that soul of yours.
Oh victim, victim
who are you?
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 3:16 AM UTC
As you start your new adventure
With hope, excitement and longing
I wonder about that greener pasture
And the dreams it might be growing
And as I muse, reflect and ponder
I settle with but one impression …
Whatever dreams are there and yonder
Are worthy of pursuit and possession
Please know of my sincere affection
For all the kindness shown
You steered me in a new direction …
A mentor, none better have I known
Your support so kindly imparted
Will be both missed and treasured
Lovely, generous and kind-hearted
A friend by whom friends are measured
I wish for you happiness and health
Amazing travels, both near and far
A future filled with such joyous wealth
But for now, my friend … Au revoir
Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 3:09 AM UTC
In my absence
My mind has been doing back-flips,
back-spins and hand-springs.
They really should be called head-springs.'
Off a spring board I began vaulting.
Trying to spin, tumble, turn des pairs
of thoughts stuck in the landing area
Threw a little french in there for ya.
Grasping at hysteria asymmetrically with sanity
must be stronger than anxiety. Like a glass coat, it blankets me
however you can see to the core, translucent rings of a tree.
Walking the balance beam
between life and suicide sporadically.
Being pushed on both sides by a jet stream
Surviving is a pipe dream because we are all dying.
Once again I am on the floor. However,
I am implored to look forward by poetic neighbors.
All I gotta do is knock on their door and they'll gladly give me a cup of esprit de corps.
More french, Au revoir
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
On a bogus hill, a man stood
in self defence and shot himself,
clean through the heart of the white
flag that hung breezily around his
neck, like a neckerchief in situ
A calm reverence, self awareness,
had positioned itself, 'enough' shone
in the deaf hours before daylight begs,
dislodging sad meanings from
ungrateful dictionaries.
You bought words, they lead you,
rocked a changed lullaby....au revoir,
checking the white flag of departure,
arrival of metal, red bled wounds,
flag swaying, stained under surrender
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 8:00 AM UTC
Packing things into brown boxes.
Concealed memories in a cardboard funeral.
Harboring dust like it’s a trophy.
Time ticks
ticks
ticks
ticks away.
So much crammed into tight spaces.
Wrinkled and wrapped up just like it was placed.
The season on my face is fall.
Each tear swaying down like a fallen leaf.
Choking on how to say goodbye.
Adios.
Sayonara.
Au Revoir.
Aloha.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
this is not a goodbye,
this is my death, the epitome of my burried-7ft-under-the-ground
naive with both eyes wide ******* open
this, i said, is not a goodbye
this is my war, another version of daily sword cry between my body and the body of my body
both bleeding, both pleading
this, my friend, is never what a goodbye should look like
this is just me, hanging, begging, knocking and crawling,
just another tv show about breaking plates, or lost planes, or abandoned planets
just another boring 195 minutes episode of empty asylums, dry lips, and false alarms
or this is
the paragon of your goodbye,
alongside with my everyday asked question of “so what comes after death?”
or “how many nights was it my mom cried after the divorce?”
or “how do two souls that used to see each other bare drift away with full armor of clothes?”
or how much more do i have to pour, because i have dried all of my words, and metaphor,
there's only so many ways of describing how it feels like to be destroyed
(but this is time for me too to realize that without a goodbye, it's still
you
and me going straight back to
0
or -1
or -100)
i understand so this is your way of saying goodbye ; not even saying it at all
so there was no closure
just me left confused in a never ending roller coaster ride
so this is your way of saying goodbye ; you ******* erased the word 'good' out of it
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
The planes in the sky look dwarf size, compare to the large skies.
Swallowing the blue atheist clouds
all spotless
as the ocean sparkles, flirting with the blazing sun, flirting with sailing ships as they smoothly take their leave.
Hypnotizing the captains onto their long journey on this massive 70% part of water they are on.
they are seen somewhere along the lines of the horizon
in the Atlantic ocean leaving with the sun at 7:52 PM with 17 seconds.
The black haired beauty is seen, with a beige round hat wearing a long black dress, fleeing into the black hole sun.
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Les avions dans le ciel ressemblent à la taille des nains, comparés aux grands cieux.
Avaler les nuages athées bleus
tout impeccable
alors que l'océan scintille, flirtant avec le soleil flamboyant, flirtant avec des voiliers alors qu'ils partent tranquillement.
Hypnotiser les capitaines sur leur long voyage sur cette énorme partie de soixante dix pour cent d'eau qu'ils sont.
ils sont vus quelque part le long des lignes de l'horizon
dans l'océan Atlantique laissant au soleil à 19h52 avec 17 secondes.
On voit la beauté aux cheveux noirs, avec un chapeau rond beige portant une longue robe noire, fuyant dans le soleil du trou noir.
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC
you're wrong
she is not understanding
she is of gigantic question marks and
she sleeps on a bone-numbing hard mattress of whys
she is in the sweat-breaking comfort of her lover's hold but she never told anyone how she made a commitment with a what ifs two years ago
you're very wrong
she is neither calm or kind
you can't really call a crying hurricane a calm and kind thing
her facade is smiling with a turbulent anger
but never to anyone, only her own
and she never leaves anyone's home without a gentle au revoir
but her room is just an empty, vacant loony bin
you can't really call a ghost a living thing
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 3:28 AM UTC
My heart's now filled with melancholy,
My lungs with smoke, my eyes with tears,
My liver with a poison
That I drink to forget you.
I'm celebrating today
Four weeks of being all alone;
Four weeks of being dumped, violently
Oh, please pour me another drink.
And even though you've moved on,
We're staying friends, we're still talking ;
Oh darling of course you're still in my heart.
Of couse I'm still in love with you.
Of course I still wish I could hold you tight,
tight against me.
You can't imagine how much it hurts
To pretend I'm feeling good.
Nobody knows for real.
And what I talk to you, I can smell your perfume
It reminds me of all our nights together.
Nothing can harm me more..
Oh darling, of course I still love you.
Et je me dis que plus rien ne sera comme avant,
Je ne pourrai plus te dire que je t'aime,
ou que tu me manques.
Je ne pourrai plus te serrer contre moi,
embrasser ta nuque et rire avec toi.
Et même si tu pars bientôt,
que je ne risque pas de te revoir avant un certain temps,
c'est toi que mon coeur a choisie.
Et je continuerai de t'aimer.
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 8:37 AM UTC
I've said goodbye at bus stops
In coffee shops, on planes.
In broken down hotel rooms
and in sudden summer rains.
I've said it without speaking
when I could not find the words.
In parking lots, at funerals
and to the song of birds.
When forced to without meaning it
I've even said it too,
but the hardest thing I'll ever do
is say goodbye to you.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
He touched our hands
But unconcernedly this famous man
And would not look us in the eye
For fear of contact or what might be worse, connection
And we could hardly blame him, for after all
He had each day been singled out for close inspection
By ones like us, in awe of his celebrity
Circled in the shade of his perfection
Hoping for the star-dust sprinkle of acuity
Or sparkling eyes, admission to his inner cult and clan
He wore blue jeans
And scuffed sneakers as a badge of proof
Of his coolness and unconcern
While we his audience with concealed attention
Enviously eyed his hairy confidence, unconsciously
Imitating in each phrase that low convention
Made small adjustments to our store-bought suits and ties
And nodded several times in bright pretension
Made small amendments to our smiles and lies
Flicked photo-phones in pursuit of custom and routine
He gave a speech
A flippant interview, this famous creature
A well tossed phrase, a rounded cliche
Poured forth like brandy in a glass, convivial
Or apple cider-ed vinegar in pewter mugs
A sardonically French-accented phrase habitual
Well humored, heavy lidded with testosterone
At interlocutor women with the pens and pads
Delivered in a low and purring monotone
For all the world as lovers, each to each
He stretched a smile
A modulated shift of teeth and beard
"Genius? Not I" with deprecation
"My shallow intellect, so poor and so ephemeral"
Delivered in a tone that mocked inclusion
While we assumed an elegance, unintentional
A nonchalance that shields the wide charades
Unmoving in our breathless, but conventional
Genuflection to the the notion that pervades
Our addictive appetite now sated. For a while.
He kissed their cheeks
And stroked their arms, with sensuous ambivalence
But absently, as if he cared so little
In his farewell. 'A bientot' he said and 'Au revoir'
And slipped away amongst the moving Milan crowds
Creative and creator, irredeemably a star
With, in his wake the smiling scriveners staring
At his retreating back in Stark excitement
In the middle of the circling and squaring, at
The alpha-wolfic effigy. The Shepherd and his sheep.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 6:46 AM UTC
A baby takes steps
such deliverance and liberty,
and each one taken, a sculptor's dreams,
raw clay to break life's mold.
A painter and a skeptic,
each stroke of the brush
questioned.
Why? Why? Why?
A festoon adorns his hall,
forever and ever
seemingly falling,
gently riding the curve
ever-expanding.
Pin down the treacherous worm,
defiled in soul
and callous has it become,
shun shun shun
holier than thou I have become,
a revolutionary I have become,
an angel in your eyes I have become,
and an apple beheld by Eve's eyes I have become,
true neutral,
true blue,
on and on I live.
Flew through the window,
was a crow,
it weaved and spun
a marigold story,
till it near melted
down through the drain.
Protuberant mound of earth,
bulging eyes pierce the sky,
enlightenment from the ground,
insects yearn a nihilistic life,
existed they never did,
and their ashes carried to the wind.
Farewell,
au revoir,
march in the perilous parade
hastily prepared for the world,
but please do bring your sandals.
The Sculptor and the Child
have crafted in their dreams,
the ideal world.
Jun 9, 2010
Jun 9, 2010 at 6:57 PM UTC
Confessions of a dull blade, it tasted life as it
seeped and sealed death with Its last ******
It was inanimate but had existence of life seeped
in to its hilt,Voices silent trapped under the hand
Their grip soaking sealing in fallen silence, looking
in to the eyes of so many and then kissed there forehead.
A last rite the au revoir as the dull blade made slow
Work of a mummer, words bleed silence out.
They cherished this moment of intimacy, this personal
Exchange, of life and death, slumped on soiled ground.
Dull blade, tainted handle, of voices silenced this inanimate
Object of desire that crafted by another's macabre thoughts.
Blood congeals as life condenses into nothingness, walking
Away the dull gift takes it now pride of place.
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 7:26 AM UTC
I oathed that I will not think of you.
Like, every oath,
After a while
… One gentle breeze ruffled
through me.
It pauses and paints itself with your face.
How can I ignore your lovely eyes, whatever may have become now.
I leave everything and grab it, the wind.
Then gently …
the breeze starts a rollercoaster
From
All the way up above the sky.
Everything,
all over again.
I hope what they talk about time is true.
That, with time I will no longer remember that feeling when you held me safe in your malnourished arms
And made me dream of your home in Thiruvananthapuram,
That someday I’d felt invincible holding your nimble hands.
That unforeseen, yet delicious kiss that once you took from me, just after your puked.
And, how I remember that as the best kiss of my life.
I wonder,
If you ever felt the way I did.
The rollercoaster landed with a thud.
And I grabbed the good ol’e breeze that reminds me that, I am delusional just as I was after I met you and before I met you.
And
Gone are the days that you're welcome back.
Au revoir!
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 3:14 PM UTC
Waves crashing into the sand
The light of the sun palpable throughout the land
Blades of grass whisper a song
Intimating it won't be long
Birds fly high high high
The afternoon musts be nigh
Listening quietly to the sounds
Although silence is more profound
Steps lead up through the gates
Saying "au revoir" where reality awaits
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC
Je suis tres fatigue. Je veux dormir. Où est le lit? J'aime sommeil. Je vais a ma chambre. Je n'aime pas travailler. Je veux ai fermé mes yeux et serais reves. Bonne nuit, au revoir.
Apr 20, 2010
Apr 20, 2010 at 6:14 PM UTC
Childhood friend,
comic(al) book hero,
humor in everything you do,
what happened?
Onset of adolescence,
hanging out in the backyard,
ultimate frisbee,
no thought for coming days.
Hours spent,
how content were we,
wasting away time like it grows on trees,
finite is time.
Then came marijuana,
there goes motivation,
don't let the door hit you on the way out,
look at how much fun you're having.
Controversy,
law in and law out,
a little different,
but more of the same.
Still the same kid lies somewhere inside,
suffocating under cloud and flame,
no negative consequences,
yea right,
I'm not so easily convinced.
Warm and healthy humor gone,
only morbid and ****** jokes remain,
silliness slept safe at night,
and in crept the pain of adulthood,
knife in hand.
Time heals all wounds,
looking glass,
kaleidoscope,
maybe you'll stop conforming someday,
au revoir mon ami.
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 4:18 PM UTC