Short Farewell Poetry Novels & Stories

Finally, I reached the front door, pausing for a moment as I rested my hand on the doorknob. I stood in the doorway, my chest heaving as I took one last look around the house. The rooms were now stripped of their warmth and familiarity, leaving behind only echoes of laughter and whispered promises. I blinked away a tear that threatened to escape, refusing to let this place see me crumble. "Goodbye," I whispered, my voice filled with sorrow . And with one final deep breath, I stepped out of the house and into the unknown, ready to face a new chapter of my life.

The world fades out, there's just the sea and sky, and love's sweet song that never says goodbye. "The ocean's hum, a lullaby so deep, sings tales of ages, promises to keep. "In sync, their steps write verses on the sand, a timeless dance, directed by love's hand. "And as the tide comes in, as it will do, it leaves their footprints fresh, love ever true. "For every wave that sweeps the shore away, their love remains, steadfast, come what may." His voice was mesmerizing. When he recited poetry, it felt as though being drawn into a profound depth. Every word was articulated with exactness, carrying a timeless allure that was utterly captivating.

"Trevon tried to follow us. He jumped into the ocean, but… he didn’t make it very far. He drowned." I didn’t say a word. I just smiled faintly and pretended I hadn’t heard. ‘If someone no longer matters, it doesn’t matter whether they’re gone or not.’ I thought in my heart. Everything from before is now just a shadow. Like smoke blown away. I’m ready to start my new life.

He would say, "A person's regrets will always follow them. When facing loss, the only other thing you can do, aside from accepting it, is never to forget." … Three months had passed since my return to Alden City. I slowly grew numb to myself and my surroundings during that time. It was as if no words could accurately describe my pain anymore. The weather in Alden City was turning warm. I headed to the villa's rooftop and stood there. The wind was still rather cold and sharp; it felt like blades on my skin. I didn't think I would ever be able to leave this cage. This was a chess game that was destined to end at a stalemate from the very beginning.

- Below is the funeral poem I wrote for Nana Jones 'Will Be' There will be shedding of tears because she's gone Eyes will close, hoping when they reopen, her death will be just an illusion But then, eyes won't be closed shut for a long time, so there will be reopening of eyes, to see and accept the fate that she's gone and never coming back Lips will tremble, with sudden emptiness of the spots that was reserved for her in hearts There will be loud exhaling of breaths, from the nostrils of those who fought and won the urge of remembering her with sadness and tears, but chose to have flash backs of her laughter and all that she's shared with them throughout the years And tiny, sad, heart clenc

After all, I am that poor foreign girl who doesn't belong here. He confused me a lot. Every time it seemed like we were getting closer to each other, he would push me away again. But I shouldn't think of it, he was just taking care of me. Trying hard to whelve all the feelings I had for him, I took a step back and turned around to leave. I'll miss you Jihun, I definitely will......... "Leaving without a goodbye? " I turned around as I heard his voice Jihun ............ "I am sorry, I am not good at saying goodbye " I said as my voice became weak.

My spirit was growing lighter, fainter, dissolving like morning mist. The debts of this life were settled. I turned and walked into the cycle of rebirth. The wind brushed past the headstone, carrying away the last trace of my presence. Claire. This life is over. We will never meet again.

"Farewell, Edward." "Goodbye, Ara," we whispered in unison, our voices heavy with emotion as I gazed into her eyes for the final time. A collective sigh escaped us as the shadows of goodbye were lifted, replaced by the warmth of love. Her eyes fluttered closed, her hand falling limply into her lap. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to steady myself as the pain of losing her washed over me once more, just as it did Light Edward. It should have broken him, but in a fleeting moment of heartache, hope emerged. A smile tugged at his lips, and I felt a surge of strength within me.

I called, holding her hands, “As I stand here, my body weak and my time running out, my heart is filled with a deep sadness and longing. I'm not ready to leave you, but I have no choice.” “You do have a choice,” she whispered, “Stop all these and let's go back inside… please.” “The thought of not being able to hold you in my arms again, to feel your warmth and your love, is almost too much to bear. Although I never held you in my arms, you never let me. I want you to know that you have been my everything. You are the reason I woke up every morning, the reason I kept going even when things seemed impossible. Your love has been my rock, my shelter, and my safe haven. The pain of leaving you is

But now, it was tinged with a bittersweet sorrow, a final farewell. "No, Dad! Don't go away." The words tore from my throat, a raw, desperate plea that echoed through the silent woods. But the sound seemed to dissipate before it reached him, swallowed by the encroaching darkness. He was fading, his outline blurring, becoming a ghostly echo of the man I loved. The warmth that radiated from him, the very essence of his being, was slipping away like smoke in the wind.