Breakup Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#breakup
breakup seeking honest critique poems. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
InDreamz
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 5:35pm
10th Apr 2025 5:35pm
obsession
years after your return,
frozen memories thaw
in the warmth of your presence...
i tried to survive
many winters
on my own...all alone,
while...you were relishing
sweet fragrance of blossoming flowers;
blessings of summer showers,
with your beloved...
don't know why
i couldn't erase you
from my heart
the longing...yearning,
like snowflakes
freezing me in the cold...
even though you left me in lurch
yet...
yet i kept you locked in my soul...
and now...that she's left
leaving...
frozen memories thaw
in the warmth of your presence...
i tried to survive
many winters
on my own...all alone,
while...you were relishing
sweet fragrance of blossoming flowers;
blessings of summer showers,
with your beloved...
don't know why
i couldn't erase you
from my heart
the longing...yearning,
like snowflakes
freezing me in the cold...
even though you left me in lurch
yet...
yet i kept you locked in my soul...
and now...that she's left
leaving...
#breakup
#heartbroken
#hope
#love
#obsession
135 reads
11 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 1:39pm
10th Apr 2025 1:39pm
The Lingering Taste
Our love affair did not end
with the clapping of thunder,
but with a soft whimper
of acceptance.
You remained and softened
inside of me
as if surrendering to what
would never be again.
As you pulled out,
I caught a fleeting glimpse of your
skilled and accomplished shaft,
remembering how I
pressed you to my face.
The kisses I planted there
now bloom bittersweet upon my tongue—
a final, lingering taste of us.
with the clapping of thunder,
but with a soft whimper
of acceptance.
You remained and softened
inside of me
as if surrendering to what
would never be again.
As you pulled out,
I caught a fleeting glimpse of your
skilled and accomplished shaft,
remembering how I
pressed you to my face.
The kisses I planted there
now bloom bittersweet upon my tongue—
a final, lingering taste of us.
#breakup
#disappointment
#sex
206 reads
2 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 3:41pm
8th Apr 2025 3:41pm
Frontlines
I was enlisted in a battle
I should have never fought
This war was created by you
Over silly insecurities and for what
I told you to bring the pain
Bring the tears
Bring the joys
Bring all the fears
You added to this list I must fight
You brought anger into this plight
I was on the front lines
Doing what I needed to do
Throwing every arsenal, I have
Just to get through to you
If I had already lost this war
Why even walk across my line
If there is someone else out there
Willing to...
I should have never fought
This war was created by you
Over silly insecurities and for what
I told you to bring the pain
Bring the tears
Bring the joys
Bring all the fears
You added to this list I must fight
You brought anger into this plight
I was on the front lines
Doing what I needed to do
Throwing every arsenal, I have
Just to get through to you
If I had already lost this war
Why even walk across my line
If there is someone else out there
Willing to...
#breakup
#conflict
#sacrifice
94 reads
11 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
6th Apr 2025 1:58am
6th Apr 2025 1:58am
Awkward Anniversary
Celebrated for over thirty
years
flowers, gifts, cake, candles, and song
now moved out, moving on
estranged are we
after sharing our lives for so long
nearly a third of a ce
ntury
Now that she's gone but not not gone
our dissolution not carved in stone
still she visits our home
bonding with our adult kids,
living under my roof
toward me silent and aloof
pretending I'm invisible
Happy birthday to the lady,
formerly known as sweetheart.
years
flowers, gifts, cake, candles, and song
now moved out, moving on
estranged are we
after sharing our lives for so long
nearly a third of a ce
ntury
Now that she's gone but not not gone
our dissolution not carved in stone
still she visits our home
bonding with our adult kids,
living under my roof
toward me silent and aloof
pretending I'm invisible
Happy birthday to the lady,
formerly known as sweetheart.
#breakup
#marriage
#separation
57 reads
0 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 3:09pm
2nd Apr 2025 3:09pm
Picture Frames
In whispers of a twilight dim,
Her eyes trace lines of her kindest friend,
She’d often been as one with him,
Where vows were meant to never end.
But in her heart, a secret blooms,
A love that's not for those in frames.
And in the pause, her conscience looms,
A silhouette filled with guilt and shame.
His face smiles from behind the glass,
Unknowing of her silent war,
Of lustful moments that cannot last,
And a stranger pressing in for more.
But still, she stares upon the frames
His every thrust, a silent plea. ...
Her eyes trace lines of her kindest friend,
She’d often been as one with him,
Where vows were meant to never end.
But in her heart, a secret blooms,
A love that's not for those in frames.
And in the pause, her conscience looms,
A silhouette filled with guilt and shame.
His face smiles from behind the glass,
Unknowing of her silent war,
Of lustful moments that cannot last,
And a stranger pressing in for more.
But still, she stares upon the frames
His every thrust, a silent plea. ...
#betrayal
#breakup
#lust
169 reads
2 Comments
Loki_Undercover
Wannabe-Poet
Wannabe-Poet
Poem Published
28th Mar 2025 1:14pm
28th Mar 2025 1:14pm
Desperation
I need you to text me tonight
Wether it’s mean, or heartfelt
In the morning I hope to see your rage
Or your face
Just text me tonight please I beg
Wether it’s mean, or heartfelt
In the morning I hope to see your rage
Or your face
Just text me tonight please I beg
#breakup
#confessional
#conflict #love
#conflict #love
84 reads
0 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2025 3:17am
23rd Mar 2025 3:17am
I’ll meet you there
my tears burn
your mangled
thumb as you
gently cup
my cheeck this
last time
last
time
our foreheads pressed,
eyes closed
whispering
I’m sorry
like a mantra from
both mouths
my hands are fists
in your shirt
deformed to the
taste of holding on
to something
we let die
a few times back
and I’m sorry
this time
because I want to
fold in your arms
like a...
your mangled
thumb as you
gently cup
my cheeck this
last time
last
time
our foreheads pressed,
eyes closed
whispering
I’m sorry
like a mantra from
both mouths
my hands are fists
in your shirt
deformed to the
taste of holding on
to something
we let die
a few times back
and I’m sorry
this time
because I want to
fold in your arms
like a...
#breakup
#love
#obsession
#passion
#sadness
344 reads
15 Comments
BaldyBrown
Poem Published
18th Mar 2025 3:47pm
18th Mar 2025 3:47pm
Zero Sum Game
"Men often die at thirty but are not buried until they’re eighty" - Ben Franklin
Five American bucks a night buys him a room in the third world
where he can lay there at sixty-three, staring vertically
hands folded on his belly, as if in repose
His mind meanders
possessing little more than the memories
that agitate his foreboding cauldron of emotions
The years of calculated luck and stupid-ass timing
steam up his closed sight, relationships not withstanding
In good faith she trusted him with her years
Her trust...
Five American bucks a night buys him a room in the third world
where he can lay there at sixty-three, staring vertically
hands folded on his belly, as if in repose
His mind meanders
possessing little more than the memories
that agitate his foreboding cauldron of emotions
The years of calculated luck and stupid-ass timing
steam up his closed sight, relationships not withstanding
In good faith she trusted him with her years
Her trust...
#breakup
#MovingOn
#separation
61 reads
0 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
14th Mar 2025 2:24am
14th Mar 2025 2:24am
Down bad enough to ice the red wine
I’m on the floor
half drunk at noon
Merlot
with ice
A sin in wine world,
but it’s hot.
I want a cold drink.
Wine works
best for heartache.
Something about the way I
want to die after too much,
and how that feeling lingers…
yeah, that resonates
in my
stale bones
today.
I want to roll around in
my own shit,
my back against the
kitchen island
as my cat nudges my hand
I have a half full
bottle and an
empty heart
again
...
half drunk at noon
Merlot
with ice
A sin in wine world,
but it’s hot.
I want a cold drink.
Wine works
best for heartache.
Something about the way I
want to die after too much,
and how that feeling lingers…
yeah, that resonates
in my
stale bones
today.
I want to roll around in
my own shit,
my back against the
kitchen island
as my cat nudges my hand
I have a half full
bottle and an
empty heart
again
...
#breakup
#depression
#heartbroken #obsession
#heartbroken #obsession
201 reads
20 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
13th Mar 2025 7:36pm
13th Mar 2025 7:36pm
An abridged dissertation of clit toys
While I prefer oral ..
you aren't dicking me
before I get off
via my clit
I'd rather you lick it,
but I don't mind
if you cuddle me
while I use the
Faithful Bullet
Ah.
The bullet.
My truest love.
I've had three:
pink, teal,
and now purple
Nothing beat the teal bullet
from three or four years ago
Fuck. The teal bullet.
um.
unbeatable.
not the rose,
not the vibrating cock rings
not the finger buzzers,
...
you aren't dicking me
before I get off
via my clit
I'd rather you lick it,
but I don't mind
if you cuddle me
while I use the
Faithful Bullet
Ah.
The bullet.
My truest love.
I've had three:
pink, teal,
and now purple
Nothing beat the teal bullet
from three or four years ago
Fuck. The teal bullet.
um.
unbeatable.
not the rose,
not the vibrating cock rings
not the finger buzzers,
...
#breakup
#dirty
#erotic #sex
#erotic #sex
358 reads
8 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 8:23pm
12th Mar 2025 8:23pm
chain rattling assbags of the past
The cloth ordered in our size
had beatings
and poverty
woven in the grain
and our makers cut us
arm-and-neck from that single
cloth before burning it
with our backs still in it.
I saw you in the shards of
the mirror I hated myself in.
And you.
There was no one like you,
like me,
like you.
We were as funny as
as smart as
as sexy as
as damaged as
as widly passionate as a moment
snapped from a workvan of the
rising sun on an alien ocean
we were...
had beatings
and poverty
woven in the grain
and our makers cut us
arm-and-neck from that single
cloth before burning it
with our backs still in it.
I saw you in the shards of
the mirror I hated myself in.
And you.
There was no one like you,
like me,
like you.
We were as funny as
as smart as
as sexy as
as damaged as
as widly passionate as a moment
snapped from a workvan of the
rising sun on an alien ocean
we were...
#anger
#breakup
#love #obsession
#love #obsession
200 reads
16 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 8:18pm
12th Mar 2025 8:18pm
I keep picking the scabs with the clock hands
My bloody heel prints
marked a path from the
broken clockface to the door
where I wandered
this last time
there was a part of me
that believed we'd meet again
and a smaller part
that wanted to
I limp away
to find a Walgreens
or a CVS
where I can buy
a bottle of peroxide
and a box of band aids
time only heals cuts
you don't re-open
marked a path from the
broken clockface to the door
where I wandered
this last time
there was a part of me
that believed we'd meet again
and a smaller part
that wanted to
I limp away
to find a Walgreens
or a CVS
where I can buy
a bottle of peroxide
and a box of band aids
time only heals cuts
you don't re-open
#acceptance
#breakup
#MovingOn
201 reads
4 Comments
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