farewell
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Mon amour quand tu pars
Quand tu t’en vas
C’est ma lune qui part
C’est mon soleil qui s’en va
Je ne mange pas
My love when you leave
When you walk away
It's my moon vanishing
It's my sun disappearing
I do not eat
Autumn, the present season
Changes of cadences and colors
It's a very charming time
Nous sommes au mois de Septembre
L’été vient juste de perdre ses membres
Sa chaleur, sa beauté et sa tendresse.
The last breathe
The last death
The last phone call
The last fall
The last tear
The last swear
Des enfants déjà grandis
Des baisers déjà oubliés
Des plantes déjà fleuries
L’amour est un rêve qui commence
L’amour est une chimère qui commence
C’est une ballerine qui danse
C’est un poète qui pense
Nós não sabemos
Quando dizemos adeus
Porque amanhã
Só pertence a Deus no céu
Nós não sabemos
Sobre o último olhar
Wir kommen
Wir wandern
Und wir gehen
Das ist alles was wir wissen.
Wir kommen auf die Erde
Newer times found me just as disdained as I found them
Mood indigo farewell blues, I'm in love with my sadness
Just as much as I'm in love with you
Something bad has happened, we've lost Dawn Wells.Her friends and family must be going through Hell.When we lose such a talented person, it's hard to understand.For a few years she starred on "Gilligan's Island" as Mary Ann.
autumnhides the keyto the sunlight:
green emeraldsare going out at my feet
and wordsare going undergroundjust like water
She starred in a Star Trek episode as the girlfriend of Khan.She was talented but it's sad because now she is gone.She had Multiple Sclerosis and by 1985, she was bound to a wheelchair.
Life is so unsettled
Oftimes it is this way
Goodbyes are the hardest
Of things we have to say
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And as we get older
Our love ones gather near
Goodbyes become harder
But time together dear
Lolo...
Here's a letter to you.
To the man who spoke so soft and yet so proud of his past.
To the man who worked so hard yet also not so fast.
To the man who understood when to stop and when to go,
Letter Poem- Dear Best Friends
Hey! How have you guys been?
I’m sorry we all couldn’t keep in touch.
I can think of a million ways to say goodbye but
Saying so long to you was the hardest thing to do.
I never thought I would have to say it to you.
I walk through the halls of the memories of my life
Wondering if I had done everything I could to make it all right.
I was once a spoiled child.
Taking everything for granted, I hardly stopped to notice my way of thinking.
Forever complaining,
Hardly thanking.
We cry adieu, the red-haired vulturecrys not a tear, for all is spentits heart is rent, all hidden treasureNevermore to gleam in warmth of light
Mother gave birth to me.
Father saw me be born.
How can he not care
That I am so torn?
I wanted him here;
In my life,
But instead he took off
With his new wife.
He always makes promises,
Don't think you can ignore me
Walk out of the door and out of my life
I looked up to you and thought of you twice
To me you were everything, the reason I lived and breathed
On a clear night, I look up and think
that the sidewalk would rise vertical
so that I may walk
all those miles to the stars
and on a bright morning
as the sun still nudges the horizon,
One of my old poems:
My heart grows colder
My body grows harder
My hair grows longer
The days grow darker
Look back and find
I'm standing alone again
And I come to discover
Screw you!
Your superiority,
Your self-righteousness,
Your personality.
Screw you!
Your attitude,
Your martyrism,
Your hate.
I'm done trying.
To please,
To serve,
I noticed you leave as it rained yesterdayWiping the last of your paw prints awayI joined with the sky as the heavy drops fellNow my windshield is bare and my heart is as wellI got home from school and waited for you
Sestina: A Sister's Farewell
Even on the weekends I find myself at home—
Not with friends because being with my sister works.
Our stories and adventures, at times, incite tears.
Sestina: A Sister's Farewell
Even on the weekends I find myself at home—
Not with friends because being with my sister works.
Our stories and adventures, at times, incite tears.
(poems go here) Somewhere along the line of scrimmage
I lost my sense of self.
15,000 concussions over 45 years
Can do that to a man.
My name is Junior Seau,
And football is the only identity I've ever known.
