#departure: poems

[luthienne]

Rosanna Warren, from Departure: Poems; "Diversion"

[hathaway-hayes]

113

Echoes vomit the deadest of days And Even further footsteps of your departure.

These are the places to Never tread.

These are the scents that Stifle hearts.

This is the sound of one Slammed door.

This is the site of “Away” on the way to "gone,"

And the taste of Emptiness after everything;

It’s an almost ending, to an only era And Lonely home, born my biggest regret.

This is the end.

- Hathaway Hayes (2024)

[midnitetears]

The Departure Of You #118

In the silence of the night, my heart does cry

Longing for the love I thought had passed me by

I've called out for you, in whispers and in dreams

Hoping for the day our love redeems

The days have turned to endless longing

Each moment without you feels like aching

But deep inside, a flicker of hope remains

That one day, you'll break free from chains

And when you return with love in your eyes

My heart will tremble, my soul will rise

But in that moment, a bittersweet truth

That my love for you will have reached its youth

For the love I craved for so long to hold

Comes at a cost, a tale untold

The day you finally give me what I've sought

Will be the day my heart is caught

In a whirlwind of joy and sorrow

Knowing that I must face tomorrow

Without the longing, without the ache

For my heart will pack up and take

Departing from you, yet never far

Carrying memories like a guiding star

For in that moment of truth so grand

I'll hold you in my heart, hand in hand

So as you return and love finally blooms

Know that my departure carries no dooms

For in loving you, I've found my truth

In letting go, I find my eternal youth

Yours Faithfully 🌻

[corvianbard]

#6238

Dear psychopomp, your identity be a vulture, Flying above me at the end of adventure, Come down below so that you can capture The sight of my final departure.

[slut4poets]

Love flies

My love flies with the wind

It travels the skies and reaches

I hope it reaches you wherever you are

The whiskey you’ll bring to your mouth

The taffs you’ll take even when you’re trying to stop

I’ll be there with you all along

Guiding with one hand the path of who you’ll become

I won’t be there physically but I hope a part of me stays mentally

My portrait may fray someday, but

That’s just a sign that I existed

At least in your mind

I stayed

[shari-ya]

I believe I knew some parts of you before we ever met.

Before I held you in my arms, you were there between my fingers as sweet citrus tears.

The gust of wind, your laughter, the windblown leaves, your hair unraveled.

Tell me, why do the petals budding at the crack of dawn feel so much like your fingers reaching out to mine, reaching out to hold a hand when no one's prying.

I was gleaning one evening some trampled, dirt-covered seeds sprouting unnoticed, when I noticed the familiarity of a gentle unfurling essence of your being.

Somewhere between then, and now; between us brushing past, and us standing still; thinking of things neither of us can completely comprehend, I felt the linger that once hovered softly over my heart on a crimson weekend.

What I mean to say, is that I caught parts of you among all those things beautiful and tragic and unnoticed. Things that doesn't beg to be seen but will wither from desertion. That mustn't need to be followed but will appreciate being thought of.

And that maybe someday, somewhere between tomorrow's daybreak and the imminent handful of sunsets, we will grasp that heavy thing as it is, convincing ourselves to hold on to the feeling of love that comes with its destined farewells.

Because it didn't took me long to see your staying as only momentarily.

[21stcenturysucks]

Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches.

[libatterysucker]

Unfortunately, this isn't that part of the movie that I'd go running to the bus station

That part that I'd kiss you with tears and declare all of my love to you

That part that I'd leave everything behind just to be happily ever after with you

This is real life

You'll go

I'll stay

And I hope you have a wonderful life

Thanks for loving me when I didn't feel like I deserved

Till I meet you again

-R

[captainpirateface]

[the-fae-folk]

Turn the corners round again.

You can't see what and can't see when.

Through twisted rooms and endless halls,

Past darkened pools and yellow walls.

Past darkened pools and yellow walls.

Through twisted rooms and endless halls,

You can't see what and can't see when.

Turn the corners round again.

[theperennialseeker]

[luthienne]

Rosanna Warren, from Departure: Poems; "Intimate Letters"

[Text ID: My dear dark dove, a form of mourning, / that too is a form / of repetition.]

[ramyeonpng]

[ Meringue ] your touch light as meringue its peaks denoting the points of depature.

#Lucy Dan (Tiny Poems from the Pandemic)

[oalgar]

Cold Wind

Soon again. White will be on the ground, light at our feet and no sound. Cold wind, bring thy cloud, blow my flakes* home-bound! When new hope is found, in Wasatch powder we'll be drowned. Come closer, faster please. 🌬️

[damnfears]

by Nizar Qabbani.

Your departure is not a tragedy:

I am like a willow tree

That always dies,

While standing.

[yasniger]

WHEN IT'S TIME TO SAY GOODBYE