Poems About: FAREWELL
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- carpe diem
Bring in the springtime
Farewell lonely winter road read more »Peter S. Quinn
It's not so easy to,
It's not so easy to, read more »Lawrence S. Pertillar
MacLeod's wizard flag from the grey castle sallies,
The rowers are seated, unmoor'd are the galleys; read more »Sir Walter Scott
Farewell! Oh how hard and how sad 'tis to speak
That last word of parting—forever to break
The fond ties and affection that cling round the heart
From home and from friends and from country to part. read more »John Boyle O'Reilly
113.Farewell goodbye my darling...
Farewell goodbye my darling...
The world is now turning...
And the tide has out reached
Any shore I can still trace read more »Mark Heathcote
114.Epilogue, Translation of Paul Verlaine's poem: Epilogue
By way of a Farewell to « personal » poetry. Paul Verlaine, March 1895
(Towards the end of his rather short and tumultuous life, Verlaine in this poem – after composing somewhat in the manner of his times by distilling his own expériences in rhymed and fixed stanzaic forms - makes us believe wishes to put an end to his « personal » compositions. He died of pulmonary congestion on January 8,1896.
T. Wignesan) read more »T (no first name) Wignesan
There are no final farewells.
Only seeds sown to grow,
Blown by the winds of time. read more »Barry A. Lanier
116.Happy Halloween (self composed lyrics)
Hold your blood,
But keep your mask on.
I'll show you the life,
Of a silver beyond. read more »Satan's Sibling
Farewell to the young women I used to know
When I was a younger man decades ago
Some of them are ageing grandmothers today
And some of them childless and single did stay. read more »Francis Duggan
What are these emotional thoughts
Like the random laser beams in thousands
Raining in a closed room with no logic?
I want to hold them to get relieved from panic read more »praneeth remidi
119.In Memoriam Kenneth Wood, inventor of the
So. Farewell then
Inventor of the read more »EJ Thribb
120.The Heart Cry
She turned the page of wounds and death
With trembling fingers. In a breath
The gladness of her life became
Naught but a memory and a name. read more »Francis William Bourdillon