LoveLifePoems Logo

Goodbye Poems

Goodbye Love

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Is it really true that it is "better to have loved and lost then never to have loved"? You will get different answers to that question depending on whom you ask. But one thing is certain, at the moment you are saying goodbye, when the pain is so bad, many will say, "NO! I wish I never met them! This pain is too much to bare." If you are in this situation, take heart and know, that one day in the future, you too may say, "It is better to have loved and lost then never to have loved."


Poem of the Week
By Joshua Wayne Farmer

I am nineteen years old and I live in Wichita, Kansas. I have a broken mentality in which I use in my writing. Each poem takes approximately a half hour to an hour. I seek my weaknesses, develop my weaknesses into strengths, and then develop my strengths into hobbies; showing the world that anyone is capable of achieving anything they set their minds on. "The Impossible is ignorance. If you do not know, do not say it cannot be done." - JimmyJosh Farmer

Holding my hand, lying in my lap,
Calling me closer, tightening her grasp.
Her face in the sand, water cold and black,
Reveling her last words, and never coming back.
Enraged, I cry. Heartbroken and sad.
I want her in my arms. I want her real bad.
As my tears escape, holding her embraced;
It will never be the same. Only in memory she will remain.
Visions of her play, as the sky becomes grey.
In life, I am a slave. I love, and death takes away.
I cry out her name, as the clouds begin to rain.
Keeping her close, and suffering intense mental strain.
A burial is absurd. No option to burn.
Her soul may be gone, but I will not leave her.
Her voice fills my mind, repeating the pain.
Without her by my side, how could I be sane?
Her colors begin to fade, as the night ends the day.
The wind begins to breeze from the darkened sea.
I take her to the water, missing her every step.
I sink down right beside her, lying until death.
I did not want to leave her. She was my only love.
I could not live without her, departing up above.
Although she cannot see me now, I watch her in the light.
I lost my life beside my wife, the night she said goodbye.

Rate, Comment, Share - Go To Poem Page blue-arrow

Rating: 4.37

Votes: 38

Poem of the Week
By Krista Hood

Why do we Love when it hurts?

Love… it comes with the highest cost…pain.
To love means to hurt, to feel sorrow and the constant struggle
It attacks from every angle, feigning for tears and heartache.
Fools fall in love, for they willingly submit themselves to despair,

Why do we love?
Why do we choose to believe in something that mocks every emotion?
Is it fear itself, or human nature, survival instinct?
Will science discover the reasoning for such insanity?
Of all the worlds’ mysteries, love remains unsolved.

I am in love,
I am in pain,
I have drained all hope
Diminished all optimism for love,
to drown in my own tears, alone

Why do we love, more importantly…why do I?
Am I scared to be alone, or am I trapped in sick game destined for failure?
Do I enjoy pain, the taste of the salt on my tears.
Or simply is it the desire to feel something magical.

I am lost, I am alone
I feel as if every gesture is unwanted, unnoticed
My sadness consumes me, yet…
I persist, I keep trying,
To control the very demon that steals life from my beating heart,
Love, is the devils’ game, and I am but a slave to its trickery.

Rate, Comment, Share - Go To Poem Page blue-arrow

Rating: 4.33

Votes: 46

Poem of the Week
By Efi Gialia

In this poem there are everything I wanted to say to him..but I never did..because I was the one who felt something big..but he felt nothing...

Don't talk anymore my love.
Just look at me
and you will understand how I feel..
Look deep in my eyes
and you'll see your name,
my soul's broken mirror.
I love you more than you believe,
like you are my life,
my other half,
my subconscious guardian angel.
Look around you.
Has anyone loved you more than I do?
Never cry my love.
cause you'll make me bleed.
Always be happy
for your smile is a source of life for me.
I breathe when you breathe.

But forgive me
for what I say.
I know you feel nothing.
For you I'm just a game
that you played with once
and know you hate
even to look at.
I'm sorry for my feelings.
I know they drown you,
they don't set you free.

Come and tell you hate me.
That there's no other chance,
no fake hope!
Don't show me but tell me.
And then I will leave you.
I swear I will
You, my endless pain.
It's not your fault.
I can't blame you.
It's me who loves you.
Tell me the truth,
and you'll never see your name written in my eyes.
Cause I'll keep our past and my love
in the bottom of my heart
and I'll be gone …;

Rate, Comment, Share - Go To Poem Page blue-arrow

Rating: 4.32

Votes: 53

We two form a multitude

- Ovid

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

- Aristotle