Short Farewell Poetry Novels & Stories

I couldn’t make you stay. Farewell, my love. Farewell, my friend. You took all I had to spend. You never tried to let me in, You left, and called it a win. Still, thank you for the time we shared. For every night it felt you cared. I learned to breathe because of you, Even if you never wanted me to. Farewell, my love. Farewell, my friend. This is the last song I’ll ever send. You cared for me, just not enough to stay,

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.

The men slowly lowered my body into the earth, wailing and continuing on until all I could see was white sky. “Goodbye, Life.” -THE END-

She had cried until there was nothing left to pour out, yet the tears still came, silently, endlessly. The priest, a tall man with a gentle yet commanding voice, stood before the casket. His voice carried through the crowd as he began the sermon. “Life,” he said, pausing briefly as the wind brushed through his white robe, “is like a candle. It burns bright and gives warmth, but eventually, it flickers out. And when it does, it leaves behind memories — the true mark of who we were and how we lived.” Heads bowed. Some wept quietly. Others clasped their hands in prayer.

I will miss our trips to the nearby pool, We'd rather read books there and pretend to be cool, I want to say goodbye one more time and cry with one more kiss, Goodbye, my mother, it's you I will forever miss, When the storms fill my eyes, and all the feels make me cry, I'll remember your sweet lullabies as I say, 'Goodbye. Jeremy leaves the microphone, and everyone next to me pats my back. I never knew what to say at funerals. Poems were the only words that made sense to me. Of course, they don't make sense to other people, but to me, that poem wasn't for them. The sparrow in the tree spreads its wings and flies out into the clouds. I know deep down that's the last time I will ever see that

"Don't you deserve to die, too? You were her husband, yet you're with another woman—" Before she could finish her sentence, a shriek broke from her. Winston nodded blankly before delivering the final stab. "You're right. That's why I must make amends before seeking her forgiveness." Seeing Tiffany's life slip away, Winston slowly brought the knife to his throat. He closed his eyes, a painful smile spreading across his face. He whispered in his mind, "I'm sorry, Kay."

And in this lifetime, we'd never see each other again. Once my phone went dead, the only thing left for them was my maggot-ridden body and the farewell gift I had so carefully prepared.

I take a deep breath, "This is a poem for Iris. Even though I didn't know her long she still managed to take a place in my heart. Iris, I think of you every day. I will miss you dearly. If tears could build a stairway, and memories a lane. I would walk right up to Heaven and bring you back again. No farewell words were spoken, No time to say "Goodbye". You were gone before I knew it, and only God knows why. My heart still aches with sadness, and secret tears still flow. What it meant to love you - No one can ever know. But now I know you want me to mourn for you no more; To remember all the happy times

My father did not hesitate when he stole my heart. Now I had given Marcus my life, just as they wanted me to. So why were they breaking down like this? [Master, the departure procedure is complete.] The system's mechanical voice spoke in my ear. I took one last look at my so-called family and turned away without hesitation. “Let's go. Farewell, and may we never meet again.”

Then he suddenly spoke again, "Iris, we've been together since childhood. I can count as your brother. Let me walk you down the aisle." This was Adrian's final plea. As we walked down the aisle, I felt dazed as my memories drifted back to the year my mother died. At her funeral, I slipped away while no one was paying attention and ran to her coffin. The coffin was large and high. I wanted to climb up to see my mother one last time, but my legs were short. I could not climb up and could only sit on the floor, crying in frustration. Suddenly, someone tapped my forehead. "Why are you crying?"