Separation Poems
#separation
Separation poems, here you'll find poetry about separation and being apart from loved ones. This includes poems about children being separated from their parents, and partners being separated through divorce or long distance relationships.
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this bond
this bond was so much more
it was the strongest love i know
deep enough to survive hurricanes.
but now, all these memories
are being washed away
like chalk drawings on the sidewalk
trampled over and faded.
all these memories are being washed away
and i don‘t understand:
was this bond an illusion
a fata morgana to a dehydrated mind?
or am i the tsunami
that broke everything
without knowing it -
without wanting to?
it was the strongest love i know
deep enough to survive hurricanes.
but now, all these memories
are being washed away
like chalk drawings on the sidewalk
trampled over and faded.
all these memories are being washed away
and i don‘t understand:
was this bond an illusion
a fata morgana to a dehydrated mind?
or am i the tsunami
that broke everything
without knowing it -
without wanting to?
#grief
#loneliness
#shame
#memories
#separation
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Strong Language.
SHUT THE FUCK UP U CUNT!
WHO U LOOKING AT?
GET DOWN.
GO ON.
BEND DOWN.
IF I HAVE 2 TELL U AGAIN,
I'LL STAB U AND THAT BITCH U CALL A FRIEND.
"What did i say----BED!
I Won't tell you again.
I don't want u watching this.
Up you go."
"Alrite Bitch,I'm going up."
"What did you call me?"
"Nothing Cunt.!"
"Yeah Cunt,that's better.
I find the word Bitch is sooo demeaning.
See you in the morning."
...
WHO U LOOKING AT?
GET DOWN.
GO ON.
BEND DOWN.
IF I HAVE 2 TELL U AGAIN,
I'LL STAB U AND THAT BITCH U CALL A FRIEND.
"What did i say----BED!
I Won't tell you again.
I don't want u watching this.
Up you go."
"Alrite Bitch,I'm going up."
"What did you call me?"
"Nothing Cunt.!"
"Yeah Cunt,that's better.
I find the word Bitch is sooo demeaning.
See you in the morning."
...
#separation
#responsibility
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oh, father, dear father
Oh, Father Dear!
When my children were small, I played with them, I was
a good father carried them on my shoulders, but when
they became teenagers and truculent I lost all interest in
their silly arguments paid for their education and went
abroad to live in our second home in Spain.
My children never write or ring, their mother, who didn’t
come to live with me, says it is because I had forsaken
them. I paid for their university and used my influence to get
their well-paid jobs, yet they feel I should have done more
I think they should be...
When my children were small, I played with them, I was
a good father carried them on my shoulders, but when
they became teenagers and truculent I lost all interest in
their silly arguments paid for their education and went
abroad to live in our second home in Spain.
My children never write or ring, their mother, who didn’t
come to live with me, says it is because I had forsaken
them. I paid for their university and used my influence to get
their well-paid jobs, yet they feel I should have done more
I think they should be...
#brother
#sister
#parent
#memories
#separation
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I Could Go On...
The nightmares
The past
The broken
The scares
The heartache
The torture
The monster downstairs
The rage
The hate
The sadness
The wait
The lies
The truth
The not thinking straight
The months
The years
The distance
The fears
The drive
The worries
The endless tears
The rise
The fall
The pain
The calls
The love
The refrain
The paper-thin walls
The poems
The songs
The rights
The wrongs
The moments ...
The past
The broken
The scares
The heartache
The torture
The monster downstairs
The rage
The hate
The sadness
The wait
The lies
The truth
The not thinking straight
The months
The years
The distance
The fears
The drive
The worries
The endless tears
The rise
The fall
The pain
The calls
The love
The refrain
The paper-thin walls
The poems
The songs
The rights
The wrongs
The moments ...
#hope
#frustration
#separation #hurt
#separation #hurt
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Toxic Exotic
It was always you
The one that would control my time
I will ask you this once more
Will I always be on your mind?
Right now, I'm laying in bed
Wearing nothing but perfume
I am rare like those Autmn roses
But I will try my best to bloom
I hear the rain pouring
Trying to be louder than my heart
Late at night, when your arms are not here...
That is the worst part
When you would touch my hair
And look into my eyes to see
All the reasons why
You'd need, love, and miss me
How could I be...
The one that would control my time
I will ask you this once more
Will I always be on your mind?
Right now, I'm laying in bed
Wearing nothing but perfume
I am rare like those Autmn roses
But I will try my best to bloom
I hear the rain pouring
Trying to be louder than my heart
Late at night, when your arms are not here...
That is the worst part
When you would touch my hair
And look into my eyes to see
All the reasons why
You'd need, love, and miss me
How could I be...
#ILoveYou
#IMissYou
#separation #passion
#separation #passion
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The work affair
So you have been having an affair with this girl for over a year now. You both work together. It started off as blowjobs here and there, back seat of the car escapades and barracks room touching with make out sessions. As time went on, that affair has become a regular thing. Because you both know when and how to reach each other and what eachothers availability is.
When I found out,
I was angry.
So hurt.
Betrayed.
Yet, I stayed.
I gave you my heart
Still, you played.
You didn't lose sleep.
You weren't afraid.
But now you’re afraid...
When I found out,
I was angry.
So hurt.
Betrayed.
Yet, I stayed.
I gave you my heart
Still, you played.
You didn't lose sleep.
You weren't afraid.
But now you’re afraid...
#betrayal
#UnrequitedLove
#disappointment
#separation
#deception
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Pearl Diver
As the water flows before me
I think of the mystery beneath
My hands bring the treasure from the depths
Looking for your gaze of approval
Silver and porcelain I covet in piles
The more I find the more I see
Longing for the end to my wealth
Holding my breath
Submerge back down into the deep
I think of the mystery beneath
My hands bring the treasure from the depths
Looking for your gaze of approval
Silver and porcelain I covet in piles
The more I find the more I see
Longing for the end to my wealth
Holding my breath
Submerge back down into the deep
#hope
#food
#metaphor
#separation
#job
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a cabin in the woods
A cabin in the woods
In the flatland near the north-westerly coast where the wind blows hard
and is often rainy and cold; my great-grandparents planted many trees
that eventually became a forest, not a big forest, but enough to give
ease against the wind that sometimes blew roofs off barns and houses.
The perennials took root, although those near the sea were warped
Inside the woods, wild animals thrived, foxes, rabbits and many birds
A cabin was built to observe flora and fauna, and it was to a cabin
like this, my brother moved in an attempt to...
In the flatland near the north-westerly coast where the wind blows hard
and is often rainy and cold; my great-grandparents planted many trees
that eventually became a forest, not a big forest, but enough to give
ease against the wind that sometimes blew roofs off barns and houses.
The perennials took root, although those near the sea were warped
Inside the woods, wild animals thrived, foxes, rabbits and many birds
A cabin was built to observe flora and fauna, and it was to a cabin
like this, my brother moved in an attempt to...
#brother
#children
#childhood
#family
#separation
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The Phantom Zone
What is real and what is not,
And does it even matter?
I think it does...I think it does,
When we remember love
Is all too much unspoken of.
Now, I will speak of it every day
And search for it in every book
And in any other blameless way
Not too disposed to gobbledygook.
Oh...we will know it by its mirth
And by the laughter and the smiles
That prove to us how much you're worth
Through all the ubiquity of trials
So troublesome to the human race.
But...
And does it even matter?
I think it does...I think it does,
When we remember love
Is all too much unspoken of.
Now, I will speak of it every day
And search for it in every book
And in any other blameless way
Not too disposed to gobbledygook.
Oh...we will know it by its mirth
And by the laughter and the smiles
That prove to us how much you're worth
Through all the ubiquity of trials
So troublesome to the human race.
But...
#parent
#separation
#son
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Pick Up Sticks
One, two, where were you,
Three, four, when I fell fo the floor?
Five, six, now playing pick up sticks,
Seven, eight, starting with a clean slate,
Nine, ten, won't do this again!
Three, four, when I fell fo the floor?
Five, six, now playing pick up sticks,
Seven, eight, starting with a clean slate,
Nine, ten, won't do this again!
#memories
#TimeHeals
#frustration
#separation
#healing
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The Geometry In Strategy
We have the same blood in our veins
He could get my head on straight
With just a simple phrase
He tried to teach us not to waste
But we took for granted
A thousand mundane days
He gave me lessons to live by
Always go through the longer side
Follow with more than your eyes
And no one means it
When they say they’re fine
We were closer than anyone else
Left me with a self help book
And the confidence to look people in the eyes
Didn’t tell me I could do anything if I tried
He made me...
He could get my head on straight
With just a simple phrase
He tried to teach us not to waste
But we took for granted
A thousand mundane days
He gave me lessons to live by
Always go through the longer side
Follow with more than your eyes
And no one means it
When they say they’re fine
We were closer than anyone else
Left me with a self help book
And the confidence to look people in the eyes
Didn’t tell me I could do anything if I tried
He made me...
#family
#IMissYou
#separation
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Why are traumas so hard to expel?
Its very easy to be consumed with an unforgiving energy, it is like a rare fruit, one that you know you're allergic to but instead you keep thinking how sweet it is going down into your stomach. But, whenever it's there it stays there, you start gaining weight that won't move until it's all cried out. Fighting hurt with hurt never amounts to anything substantial because 50% of nothing is still nothing.
I've been carrying around this hurt from the first year of this marriage and I keep searching for a reason to believe or trust his “I love you”. 2019 was the worst year in all my 31...
I've been carrying around this hurt from the first year of this marriage and I keep searching for a reason to believe or trust his “I love you”. 2019 was the worst year in all my 31...
#regret
#ImSorry
#MovingOn
#separation
#bittersweet
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