Bid me go..

Bid me go.. long poem

When darkness comes calling,

When the secret missive is sent,

then shall I seek from you,

the answers unsought for life..

When it is time to depart,

when death do us part,

then will I look to you

for that look you once had..

When the wind dies out,

and this body is laid to rest,

then will I feel the breath

that took mine away?

When the lights are dimmed,

and hope shines no more,

then will I see that gleam

which was my guiding light?

When the road is empty,

and the travelers are all gone,

then will your footsteps

match mine, one last time?

When the inn is closed,

and the last supper eaten,

then will you feed my hungry soul

with the words I yearned for?

When the trees are all bare,

and the garden glows no more,

then will that last leaf fall

and gently caress us once more?

When the birds have flown away,

to lands unseen unsung,

then will you ask the lonely lark

to sing my dirge to me?

When the choir voices die out,

when music lies shrouded,

then will you sing your serenade

before I hear no more?

When from this land I go,

when you will hold me no more,

then will you clasp me close

and send me away again?

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

2 Comments on "Bid me go.."

Notify of
Sort by:   newest | oldest
Editorial Board

When the heydays fade away, and the tide is about to turn,
then we shall return to the days, where we had beautifully begun.
What a wonderfully woven piece! There won’t be one soul who cannot relate to this poem. An intense longing, epitomized by the passing of time.
Bet this poem will leave you with a nostalgic afterthought.
Your pen has just created magic Nupur!

Reyvrex Questor Reyes

The pleasant contradictions bring a sense of interest for the reader to follow up where the lines would lead to. Thus you have ensnared its attention and make it cognizant of the wit and beauty of your poem.


I Know Me

I Know Me short poem

It was a freak accident of epithelium under anaesthesia. You place a window on to a hollow brain. The money makes the monkey out of you. A green light blocks the fish, your memory, to swim in black thoughts. The

Yukon Call Me Panic

Yukon Call Me Panic ode

Vane glorious and absolutistic, though I defiantly, cavalierly, and blithely attest Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy mine acidic breast houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic, barbaric, and bubonic cannibalistic demons within thy safely guarded Pandora chest atomic cesium clock timed to

The Lost Me

The Lost Me short poem

I was so much into you That I lost my friends, My family and most importantly Myself. My dear you, You hurt me so much That I lost you, And I lost myself too. I was depressed, tensed here You

The Orchestra And Me

The Orchestra And Me prose poem

I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way. There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class. I,

Chase Me

Chase Me short poem

Voltage charges power lines’ high wires All honest men die liers Her electric current runs tight by pliers My fires burn, they breathe, ash, and smoke Held so tightly I couldn’t help it my hand broke Shattered into a million