Short Farewell Poetry Novels & Stories

Wi' nocht but clouds and hills to hear me, And when the world to rest was laid I'd watch for dawn and wish her near me, Till one by one the stars were gone, The moor-cock to his mate called clearly, And daylight glinted on the burn Where red-deer cross at mornin' early. The sweet, almost mournful tone tugged at Joanna's heart. The years are long, the work is sair, And life is aftimes wae and wearie, Yet Foyer's flood shall cease to fall Ere my love fail until my dearie. I'd loved her then, I loved her now, And could the world wad be without her.

Ina said, her volume rising by a bit. "Then you don't have to say that," Jai replied. "But you're leaving... People say farewell if someone is leaving..." Ina said between sniffles. Jai shook his head lightly. "Oh no, not me. It's only a goodnye for me, not farewell." Ina sniffed and pulled away to look at him. Her expression was mixed between confusion and sadness. "I don't understand." Jai smiled and cupped her cheeks. "In my place, 'farewell' means goodbye forever. But 'goodbye' means that we'll meet again."

Turning back to my father, I leaned in close, whispering softly, "Goodbye, Father. May you find peace." With that, I dropped the torch. The flames leapt to life, engulfing the pyre in an instant. The heat was intense, the crackling of wood a grim symphony to my farewell. I watched as the fire climbed higher, consuming everything it touched. At that moment, I felt a strange sense of release, as if some part of me was burning away with him.

Then there was Jara's lоw vоiсe again: "Are yоu awake nоw? Yоu, that was inсredibly niсe with yоu! But it was alsо оur farewell. Dоn't ask why. I'll write tо yоu. I have tо gо baсk tо my hоme соuntry tо India. We will never meet again. Sо that we dоn't have tо lооk at eaсh оther last time, sо that we dоn't end up feeling sad, we dоn't want tо turn оn the light and say gооdbye in the dark. We dоn't have tо lооk at eaсh оther, we сan feel. ”With that she pushed her slim bоdy again tо me.

"But guess she ended up falling in love with you. At least, give her the befitting burial she pleads for." He smiled as he brought out a white paper that was roughly cut. "To love - to heal. Maybe after this day - I may wither. But don't leave my body to rot. For I fear turning into dust. But set me up a flowery caravan. Up the hill or maybe up the hill And set those beautiful incense, fifty in numbers. And light up the caravan while I sleep inside. And let the strong incense whiff be a lasting memory. To love - to heal."

He crawled to it and opened it: "I know what it's like to wait for someone Who never comes back. I know the sound of a door that clicks shut And the silence that follows after. I know how it feels to look at the stars And wonder if they're looking too, Wondering if they think of you Or if you've already disappeared from their view. I know how it feels to hold onto a voice That's fading in your head, To write letters you'll never send To someone who's already dead. I know the weight of unanswered questions, The ache of unfinished goodbye.

"Thank you for everything you've done. But I think you can stop now. Don't water a past that has no chance to become a future anymore." This should be considered a proper farewell, right?

Together, they offered words of farewell to their fallen comrades, each tribute a heartfelt expression of gratitude and respect. "We will never forget the sacrifices you made," Kamila whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "You fought with courage and honor, and your memory will live on in our hearts forever." Dylan laid a hand on the altar, his gaze fixed on the stars above. "May your spirits find peace in the embrace of the ancestors," he said, his voice soft yet resolute. "We will carry on the fight in your name, until justice prevails and peace reigns once more."

“Farewell, my kind benefactor…” The surroundings fell into an eerie silence. The void once again plunged into darkness, and only Jessie’s parting words lingered, echoing in Leon’s heart like the aftertaste of an unfinished melody. Suddenly, Leon’s eyes snapped open. His breath was ragged, chest heaving, and the cold sting of unshed tears clung to the corners of his eyes. It felt as though he had just emerged from a dream too real to be anything but true—a farewell so searing that it left an ache in his soul.

The thought of being reunited with them, brought a bittersweet solace to my cold heart. "Farewell, everyone," I whispered, my voice barely audible amidst the haunting silence that enveloped me. The words hung in the air like a solemn epitaph, a somber acknowledgment of the inevitable fate that seemed to loom before me. It was a moment of acceptance, a recognition that I was bound by forces beyond our control.