Long Poems About Relationships
#relationships
Long poems about relationships. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Wish it Would LaSt ...
Can you still feel the glow of the sun on your face ,
Or the warmth of the past in these empty days erased?
Do you know if the stars ever whispered your name,
Or did they fall silent in sorrowful shame?
What’s left of the flame?
When we no longer dance in the rain
When I reach out to touch , but you just a memory or such
Did they teach you to bury the spark in your chest,
A life of memory that rests
Inside the photo of our mind
Trade the wild unknown for a life that’s play through rewind?
Did reflection offer you comfort,...
Or the warmth of the past in these empty days erased?
Do you know if the stars ever whispered your name,
Or did they fall silent in sorrowful shame?
What’s left of the flame?
When we no longer dance in the rain
When I reach out to touch , but you just a memory or such
Did they teach you to bury the spark in your chest,
A life of memory that rests
Inside the photo of our mind
Trade the wild unknown for a life that’s play through rewind?
Did reflection offer you comfort,...
#hurt
#love
#relationships
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To Love the Tsunami
It's been years
Since the solitude and still waters of my body met his
His social warmth and plummeting waves
refreshing to my little puddle
A saltless ocean I can't help but sink in
I can still unearth admiration in observing him
His weathered and adorned hot-glued framed glasses
Their fragile state taken back again and again
No matter how many times their nose-bridge spine snaps
or its stretched arms loses the tiniest screw I have ever seen
...
Since the solitude and still waters of my body met his
His social warmth and plummeting waves
refreshing to my little puddle
A saltless ocean I can't help but sink in
I can still unearth admiration in observing him
His weathered and adorned hot-glued framed glasses
Their fragile state taken back again and again
No matter how many times their nose-bridge spine snaps
or its stretched arms loses the tiniest screw I have ever seen
...
#admiration
#beauty
#FirstLove
#love
#relationships
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New Mask
Tired of hearing this shit,
all the noises in my head.
All the arguments, all the lies,
finding your hidden messages
from extended family, looking to give you pity
for those made up stories.
Your shadow has been casting much too much
shade at me lately.
The behind the backs,
the "its me -not you,"
new slutty friends handing out i owe you's.
All the quietness, things left unsaid,
the few hours of sleep a week that keep me feeling dead.
I'm hungry, but not because I...
all the noises in my head.
All the arguments, all the lies,
finding your hidden messages
from extended family, looking to give you pity
for those made up stories.
Your shadow has been casting much too much
shade at me lately.
The behind the backs,
the "its me -not you,"
new slutty friends handing out i owe you's.
All the quietness, things left unsaid,
the few hours of sleep a week that keep me feeling dead.
I'm hungry, but not because I...
#grief
#relationships
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The Loneliest Constellation
How can one be so lonely from the beginning,
From the cellular start
Before the tongue and breath have formed, before the light touches the baby
Maybe it was rotting in the marrow of my bitter father,
Tortured in a nebula of his own mind and violence
The infant understanding selfishness in the winning of all this existence
Yes, I should have let a son take my place
...
From the cellular start
Before the tongue and breath have formed, before the light touches the baby
Maybe it was rotting in the marrow of my bitter father,
Tortured in a nebula of his own mind and violence
The infant understanding selfishness in the winning of all this existence
Yes, I should have let a son take my place
...
#escape
#LifeCycle
#relationships
#loneliness
#universe
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Keel Haul
#BDSM
#dirty
#erotic #relationships
#erotic #relationships
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Night my Love
#love
#lust
#relationships #sex
#relationships #sex
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I’m Not Alright
Mmm, mmm
We go round and round
Always making too much about
The things we know too much about
I want things the way they used to be
When it was just you and me
And life wasn’t so crazy
I’m tired
Just talk to me
I can’t believe
You stood there like that
Looking at me like that
Like I should know
What you meant
I’m not alright
I don’t want to fight
With you
Mmm, mmm, hmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Why do we keep doing this?
We...
We go round and round
Always making too much about
The things we know too much about
I want things the way they used to be
When it was just you and me
And life wasn’t so crazy
I’m tired
Just talk to me
I can’t believe
You stood there like that
Looking at me like that
Like I should know
What you meant
I’m not alright
I don’t want to fight
With you
Mmm, mmm, hmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Why do we keep doing this?
We...
#conflict
#love
#lyrics #relationships
#lyrics #relationships
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This year I'm giving up shoes and social media -- just kidding
This new year I want to be a better person,
so I'll do some unattainable shit like
vow to piss away less time ,
to run more,
overthink less,
drink more water,
and eschew single-use plastic like it was
crawling with enviro cooties
and maybe I'll give up
social media,
and Taylor Swift,
and my argument,
that a taco is a
motherfucking sandwich
(you know it is)
maybe I'll give up...
you
as much as I...
so I'll do some unattainable shit like
vow to piss away less time ,
to run more,
overthink less,
drink more water,
and eschew single-use plastic like it was
crawling with enviro cooties
and maybe I'll give up
social media,
and Taylor Swift,
and my argument,
that a taco is a
motherfucking sandwich
(you know it is)
maybe I'll give up...
you
as much as I...
#love
#lover
#lust
#relationships
#romantic
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Hoping Quietness Produces Greatness
Journal Entry
December 17, 2024
I don’t rush to the phone anymore when I hear a text coming through, I barely stop what I’m doing. And it’s not because Suzette said I had to have boundaries with myself and not rush to answer texts like I used to, it’s because the texts are usually meaningless. Not so long ago, when I was so desperate for company that any form of communication from any source would make me feel connected to the world, I would I grab my phone in a millisecond when I heard that tweet. I carried my phone on my person like it was an appendage. It was almost like...
December 17, 2024
I don’t rush to the phone anymore when I hear a text coming through, I barely stop what I’m doing. And it’s not because Suzette said I had to have boundaries with myself and not rush to answer texts like I used to, it’s because the texts are usually meaningless. Not so long ago, when I was so desperate for company that any form of communication from any source would make me feel connected to the world, I would I grab my phone in a millisecond when I heard that tweet. I carried my phone on my person like it was an appendage. It was almost like...
#confessional
#narrative
#nonfiction
#PTSD
#relationships
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A Rolling Stone Gathers Moss and All Kinds of Shit
Journal Entry
December 15, 2024
11:27am
He’s been asking me all morning if I’m alright, the concern in his voice rippling over me like a warm bath, but this sadness won’t ease. I’ve been fighting with myself for months. I’m tired. I had a mini breakdown last night when I accidentally hit the cut tab instead of the copy tab and lost everything I had been working on all day. My writing was unrecoverable. I had already hit another key. Everything was gone, all of it. Hours of processing what took place the last four years and possibly before. Not all of it, but the most...
December 15, 2024
11:27am
He’s been asking me all morning if I’m alright, the concern in his voice rippling over me like a warm bath, but this sadness won’t ease. I’ve been fighting with myself for months. I’m tired. I had a mini breakdown last night when I accidentally hit the cut tab instead of the copy tab and lost everything I had been working on all day. My writing was unrecoverable. I had already hit another key. Everything was gone, all of it. Hours of processing what took place the last four years and possibly before. Not all of it, but the most...
#confessional
#nonfiction
#PTSD #relationships
#PTSD #relationships
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This Song (It's for You)
You showed up in a dream last night
and you were not ok
You never said a word,
but tears were rolling down your face
I didn’t ask you questions,
just held you while you cried
And when I woke, the rain
was pouring down outside
I know that I can’t call you,
How random that would seem
We’re really not that kind of friends,
We only talk in memes.
I’m not the one you’d turn to
if things were going wrong,
But you’re the one who crashed my dream,
so I’m writing you this song.
...
and you were not ok
You never said a word,
but tears were rolling down your face
I didn’t ask you questions,
just held you while you cried
And when I woke, the rain
was pouring down outside
I know that I can’t call you,
How random that would seem
We’re really not that kind of friends,
We only talk in memes.
I’m not the one you’d turn to
if things were going wrong,
But you’re the one who crashed my dream,
so I’m writing you this song.
...
#friendship
#music
#relationships
#respect
#support
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Secrets - The Drive Home
It's still early. We could go to see a film. What do you think?'
'I want to go home.'
'And you're sure about that?'
No answer.
'Okay, but say if you change your mind,' I say. I get into the car. 'We can go anywhere or do anything you like.' I reach over to help fasten his seatbelt, but he tenses, so I back off.
Poor kid. He must be hurting so much. Robert acts as if his mother never existed, refusing to talk about her at all. I don't blame him, really, although the extreme reaction concerns me. Like what do we do about...
'I want to go home.'
'And you're sure about that?'
No answer.
'Okay, but say if you change your mind,' I say. I get into the car. 'We can go anywhere or do anything you like.' I reach over to help fasten his seatbelt, but he tenses, so I back off.
Poor kid. He must be hurting so much. Robert acts as if his mother never existed, refusing to talk about her at all. I don't blame him, really, although the extreme reaction concerns me. Like what do we do about...
#family
#mystery
#relationships #risk
#relationships #risk
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Relationships