Poems About Separation Seeking Friendly Advice
#separation
Poems about separation seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
We Can Survive This
We still travel close
you and I
even in separation
we are forever
bonded by the children
Even in
anger, hurt
- the defeat
I can still love
from a safe distance
I'm no longer ashamed
that what I gave
turned out temporary
or that the heat between us
vanished in the midst
of the many changes
But we can't forget
that there were always
exterior forces
exerting unnecessary pressures
and pulling us from
the sanctuary of each other
And eventually,
we can't...
you and I
even in separation
we are forever
bonded by the children
Even in
anger, hurt
- the defeat
I can still love
from a safe distance
I'm no longer ashamed
that what I gave
turned out temporary
or that the heat between us
vanished in the midst
of the many changes
But we can't forget
that there were always
exterior forces
exerting unnecessary pressures
and pulling us from
the sanctuary of each other
And eventually,
we can't...
#relationships
#forgiveness
#separation
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youthful remembrance
my youthful days flowed
like a river into summer,
while sweet fragrances danced on warm air,
hope carried within
a trusting vessel,
unknown to wandering expectations.
silhouettes of another
passed within reach,
connecting two souls,
interchanging,
an unintentional blaze
consumes both.
times change, their paths woven
with different threads,
still believing as one, again.
yet days passed,
days into nights, nights into years,
continuing on.
youthful remembrance
of soft caresses, ...
like a river into summer,
while sweet fragrances danced on warm air,
hope carried within
a trusting vessel,
unknown to wandering expectations.
silhouettes of another
passed within reach,
connecting two souls,
interchanging,
an unintentional blaze
consumes both.
times change, their paths woven
with different threads,
still believing as one, again.
yet days passed,
days into nights, nights into years,
continuing on.
youthful remembrance
of soft caresses, ...
#relationships
#romantic
#nostalgia
#separation
#crush
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familiar memory
this memory
is familiar,
it resembles
a place
i lived
as
a child,
with each
deep breath,
my feet
traveled over
that soil,
i breathe
that air,
i can see
the old
farmhouse,
the gone
faces
watching
over me
all so
familiar,
and how
i miss
them
so much.
is familiar,
it resembles
a place
i lived
as
a child,
with each
deep breath,
my feet
traveled over
that soil,
i breathe
that air,
i can see
the old
farmhouse,
the gone
faces
watching
over me
all so
familiar,
and how
i miss
them
so much.
#childhood
#family
#memories
#nostalgia
#separation
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winter in Cascais
Winter in Cascais
This is a cold day, and bleak too, like a fish left behind
on the grass verge when the anglers go home for lunch
Sport fishing doesn't mean you want to eat the prizes
She is having salmon today at the cafe on the first floor of our building,
I, when a farm boy in Norway, was served salmon or trout every day except Sundays
will settle for a slice of ham, boiled potatoes and salad
Olive oil is used here in Portugal, but I think food tastes better with butter.
So, said the great chef and entertainer who hung himself
with a...
This is a cold day, and bleak too, like a fish left behind
on the grass verge when the anglers go home for lunch
Sport fishing doesn't mean you want to eat the prizes
She is having salmon today at the cafe on the first floor of our building,
I, when a farm boy in Norway, was served salmon or trout every day except Sundays
will settle for a slice of ham, boiled potatoes and salad
Olive oil is used here in Portugal, but I think food tastes better with butter.
So, said the great chef and entertainer who hung himself
with a...
#brother
#parent
#childhood
#separation
#responsibility
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I'm Sorry
I'm sorry Brandi,
How I wish I could go back to change the wrong things I put you through, and to make time rearrange.
I'm sorry for what my life, fears and screw-ups, have done to you, I simply rolled with what those fears handed me.
Yes I should have done more and not just let it be. I was so scared and didn't really know what to do.
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you like I should have been -there's no excuse for it.
Those wounds you bear may never mend and I live with that every day.
But that doesn't mean that I the love I feel for you isn't real....
How I wish I could go back to change the wrong things I put you through, and to make time rearrange.
I'm sorry for what my life, fears and screw-ups, have done to you, I simply rolled with what those fears handed me.
Yes I should have done more and not just let it be. I was so scared and didn't really know what to do.
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you like I should have been -there's no excuse for it.
Those wounds you bear may never mend and I live with that every day.
But that doesn't mean that I the love I feel for you isn't real....
#mother
#memories
#separation #daughter
#separation #daughter
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Soul mates
In the darkness, while the world sleeps;
I close my eyes and I can hear your heartbeat.
Our hearts beat as if one in the same
Playing a song that screams out our name.
Reminding us that though in body we are apart
Our souls are conjoined; sharing the same heart.
Creating a symphony that plays our song.
Remember our separation will not be long
So listen to the rhythm when it speaks our name.
Always remember we are from the same flame.
That bond can't be broken, not with space nor time
Our love was written in the stars over...
I close my eyes and I can hear your heartbeat.
Our hearts beat as if one in the same
Playing a song that screams out our name.
Reminding us that though in body we are apart
Our souls are conjoined; sharing the same heart.
Creating a symphony that plays our song.
Remember our separation will not be long
So listen to the rhythm when it speaks our name.
Always remember we are from the same flame.
That bond can't be broken, not with space nor time
Our love was written in the stars over...
#love
#fate
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
#separation
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Undertow Erosion
The bed
below
Holding such f l u i d
stirring turbulence
Calm in every
storm
Lies empty
Disturbed
Sands
s h i f t i n g
Safety
d r i f t i n g
Each omission
Increasing
e
r
o
s
i
...
below
Holding such f l u i d
stirring turbulence
Calm in every
storm
Lies empty
Disturbed
Sands
s h i f t i n g
Safety
d r i f t i n g
Each omission
Increasing
e
r
o
s
i
...
#secrets
#separation
#deception
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In Contempt of Court
How can your heart be In contempt of court of the sentimental sort . For the audacity of giving it honesty without conditions . Only to be returned marked not required Please adhere to the bail conditions . Do not contact curfew electronic tag . As you wonder what happened to that love you once had while trying to abide by the rules of the broken kind .
#sadness
#breakup
#conflict
#separation
#bittersweet
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She Loves Me Not,And Does Not Matter Anymore.
I felt that the love I have given, was not appreciated,nor reciporcated. I once was a fool in love. Yet now my heart is wise and educated, my love is the real thing and never could be duplicated. I'm a great lover,, I can manifest it and illustrated. Tonight my bed is cold and I hate it. I admit her touch and beauty had me intoxcicated. But the loneliness she left me with had me sad frustrated and devestated. I must admit our love making, was pleasureable and unregulated. I admit I was a fool in love. And I am not ashamed to state it. So if she does not love me anymore, it does not...
#TimeHeals
#disappointment
#revenge
#separation
#bittersweet
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changes
when i was a child,
i thought my father was the problem,
and that my mother was a saint,
but now when things get difficult,
she puts me on the street,
in the dark and the cold,
while my dad drives 2 hours,
sick, tired, broke, and worried,
to pick me up,
from in front of my old school,
my cheeks are tear stained,
and i have bruises on my skin,
and no matter how many times it happens,
he comes,
he comes and he respects my choice to go back,
he knows that its hard to change my mind,
to make me realize she is no...
i thought my father was the problem,
and that my mother was a saint,
but now when things get difficult,
she puts me on the street,
in the dark and the cold,
while my dad drives 2 hours,
sick, tired, broke, and worried,
to pick me up,
from in front of my old school,
my cheeks are tear stained,
and i have bruises on my skin,
and no matter how many times it happens,
he comes,
he comes and he respects my choice to go back,
he knows that its hard to change my mind,
to make me realize she is no...
#anxiety
#parent
#denial
#separation
#manipulation
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sunsets never end
i take it from your longing i’m the apple of your eye
but no words left could fathom what my heart couldn’t describe
restless nights and cancelled flights oh how i miss the view
when the sun would settle for you
romantic fiend and though it seems
for lust he knows too well
he bangs the door on marble floors
no roommate in his cell
when love and pain is all the same
the lines do not exist
her name written on
my wrist
it seems that you’re doing so well
the scent of blood has not left your smell
your favors do...
but no words left could fathom what my heart couldn’t describe
restless nights and cancelled flights oh how i miss the view
when the sun would settle for you
romantic fiend and though it seems
for lust he knows too well
he bangs the door on marble floors
no roommate in his cell
when love and pain is all the same
the lines do not exist
her name written on
my wrist
it seems that you’re doing so well
the scent of blood has not left your smell
your favors do...
#UnrequitedLove
#separation
#bittersweet
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Light and Longing
Orange light funneling out on the water
A yellow beam greets it, missing synchronicity
Two fellows of solitude; signalling sanctuary
But their gaze never meets
As their selfless beacons dance upon the sea
How doomed are the rays
that never cross paths,
How romantic the intentions
that fall short of the mark?
Isnt the anticipation part of the thrill...
Do not the waves disturb the ocean still?
Perhaps lightkeepers are happy with their lot
To pour hours into good company,
the point is not
Then how sad for me...
A yellow beam greets it, missing synchronicity
Two fellows of solitude; signalling sanctuary
But their gaze never meets
As their selfless beacons dance upon the sea
How doomed are the rays
that never cross paths,
How romantic the intentions
that fall short of the mark?
Isnt the anticipation part of the thrill...
Do not the waves disturb the ocean still?
Perhaps lightkeepers are happy with their lot
To pour hours into good company,
the point is not
Then how sad for me...
#sea
#water
#UnrequitedLove
#separation
#curse
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DU Poetry : Poems About Separation Seeking Friendly Advice