Leaving Poems
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,
......
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
......
We Didn't Say Goodbye
by linz azodrac
"I wish that noone cared," I said, "I wish I lived for me"
"As long as you still care," she said, "you never will be free"
"I dont think I'm scared," I said, "I'm trying something new"
"This is all too much," she said, "I think I'm scared of you"
"I'll give you what you want," I said, "if you just need some space"
"I'll just close my eyes," she said, "and you can touch my face"
"I'm no longer numb," I said, "I now know how to feel"
"This is not my life," she said, "None of this is real"
"I wish that you still cared," I said, "I wish you lived for me"
"This may not get fixed," she said, 'but come sit next to me"
......
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.
Change of Scenery
by Frangipani Rhett
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
......
flashback
by linz azodrac
I am so broken, its hard to be numb
I don't like the person that I have become
I fell In love quickly and he made me smile
he said he would stay at least for a while
we hopped on a bus to take us down south
nothing but beauty came out of his mouth
a few days of happy, then time for the pain
too much of sunshine brings out all the rain
a tearful goodbye that we sealed with a hug
then back to my house for a substitute drug
......
We Didn't Say Goodbye
by linz azodrac
"I wish that noone cared," I said, "I wish I lived for me"
"As long as you still care," she said, "you never will be free"
"I dont think I'm scared," I said, "I'm trying something new"
"This is all too much," she said, "I think I'm scared of you"
"I'll give you what you want," I said, "if you just need some space"
"I'll just close my eyes," she said, "and you can touch my face"
"I'm no longer numb," I said, "I now know how to feel"
"This is not my life," she said, "None of this is real"
"I wish that you still cared," I said, "I wish you lived for me"
"This may not get fixed," she said, 'but come sit next to me"
......
Change of Scenery
by Frangipani Rhett
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.
