When I Leave, Don'T Cry Poem by Leslie Neiwert

When I Leave, Don'T Cry



When we fall from where we belong, does anyone know we’ve left? Some may cry when we pass by, but others seem to hate our very breath. If you thought about any fights you just had, can you tell what could happen next? They could leave as you now fall, dying in your sad romance. Shower your soul on us, my friend, for we may disappear. Kiss our hearts no more goodbye, dry away those tears. When you know we’ve left this place, please be happy for us. We will always cherish you, my friend, for it is you we trust.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Debra Kemper 16 April 2009

Interesting for a prose poem. Most prose poems are jam packed full of imagery, and I'm not seeing much of that here. It might be better in poetic format. Good ideas though! Certainly creative! Leslie, don't comment on your own poems. :)

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Kaitlyn Henning 16 April 2009

I think it's a very nice poem. But, did you make it so that it looks loks prose on purpose?

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Leslie Neiwert 15 April 2009

^.^ This is a poem both about death or about someone leaving. One may move, or go away for a short period of time, and we'll still miss them. Either way you look at it, this poem makes the reader think about all of his/her past experiences that they may have had.

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Elizabeth Middleton 15 April 2009

DEEP! Lovely and simple just the way that a poem of love and death should be. Nicely done my dear ;)

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