Poems About Separation Seeking Honest Critique
#separation
Poems about separation seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Honeymoon
We left Paris
a week after our honeymoon.
Correction.
I left you in Paris after a week.
I got lost at the airport
and ended up missing the plane too.
I ended up losing everything
that interested me.
I think it was all too little.
Small details and trimmed nails.
Details. So small.
I will not make any further corrections.
a week after our honeymoon.
Correction.
I left you in Paris after a week.
I got lost at the airport
and ended up missing the plane too.
I ended up losing everything
that interested me.
I think it was all too little.
Small details and trimmed nails.
Details. So small.
I will not make any further corrections.
#honesty
#separation
#travel
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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
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The Desolate Glove
One cold autumn morning in late November a glove on the clothes line decided that life with it's mate was boring & awful.
It persuaded the clothespin to render it's hold and blew away on the next breeze.
A little girl stumbled upon it and loved the pretty colors.
She took it home and her mother got notice of it and told her daughter to throw it away.
As she was about to throw the glove away in the garbage pail outside, she became sidetracked and left the glove on the ground.
A stray dog saw the glove and began biting & tearing at...
It persuaded the clothespin to render it's hold and blew away on the next breeze.
A little girl stumbled upon it and loved the pretty colors.
She took it home and her mother got notice of it and told her daughter to throw it away.
As she was about to throw the glove away in the garbage pail outside, she became sidetracked and left the glove on the ground.
A stray dog saw the glove and began biting & tearing at...
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
#separation
#travel
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Surviving The Storm
you were a dervish of unintelligible words
and projectiles
from the moment I stepped through the door
a tornado of frenzy
your allure hiding nervous disorders
as if you’re waiting for me to blow up
the world
scamper off into the night to leave
you scraping through desolation and rubble
like last time
the time before
I understand
so I let the plate you threw hit me
leaving a spray of ceramic and
a trickle of red to run down my cheek
as a mockery of tears
the shaker hit my shoulder
then the wall...
and projectiles
from the moment I stepped through the door
a tornado of frenzy
your allure hiding nervous disorders
as if you’re waiting for me to blow up
the world
scamper off into the night to leave
you scraping through desolation and rubble
like last time
the time before
I understand
so I let the plate you threw hit me
leaving a spray of ceramic and
a trickle of red to run down my cheek
as a mockery of tears
the shaker hit my shoulder
then the wall...
#betrayal
#obsession
#separation
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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
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How will you know
They say that through this passage of life, we will go through somethings in order, to get the full true understanding of how life truly works, whether for you are against you in search of what you want and need. How will you know that the next person, 🤔 that tries to walk into your life and world. YOU have to learn to listen, not to only what they say, but what they came to do, for if they ain't coming in your life with a positive attitude with real communications skills. TO articulate to you and show you there honestly and truth and trust, just stop and look and listen not to your...
#betrayal
#conflict
#deception
#manipulation
#separation
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"If only" Pt.1
the white witch only wore black
black blouse.
black skirt.
black dress.
with a pencil in her hair and a sharp tongue to match
she longed for an ordinary life
something acceptable
. . . honorable and noble.
Awakened
by a
fiery fairy
of stained glass and stone
Enveloped in stillness and fascination ...
black blouse.
black skirt.
black dress.
with a pencil in her hair and a sharp tongue to match
she longed for an ordinary life
something acceptable
. . . honorable and noble.
Awakened
by a
fiery fairy
of stained glass and stone
Enveloped in stillness and fascination ...
#curse
#friendship
#separation #tragedy
#separation #tragedy
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Regurgitated Rumination
Remember that time
When we were happy?
The noise of the world
Could not stop us
Though they slapped us
With desperate warnings
We wrote them off
As jealous nothings
Together we broke
Molds and habits
At the end of the day
We did not give two shits
Discarded their sayings
Those stark warnings
Discounting every word
to live wholeheartedly
We ignored wisdom
Gave into delirium
To live our life of beauty
To live in hedonism
When we were happy?
The noise of the world
Could not stop us
Though they slapped us
With desperate warnings
We wrote them off
As jealous nothings
Together we broke
Molds and habits
At the end of the day
We did not give two shits
Discarded their sayings
Those stark warnings
Discounting every word
to live wholeheartedly
We ignored wisdom
Gave into delirium
To live our life of beauty
To live in hedonism
#breakup
#memories
#misunderstood
#nostalgia
#separation
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The Insidious Decay
Clambering through the frosted wood
I seek the warmth of hearth and home
Somewhere pure, somewhere good
With family and leather tomes
My feet falter at the village's edge
Yet the cold does not sting my skin
To them, I’d sworn a sacred pledge
I’d return, though laden with sin
Oh, how I long to see their face
Lifted from the frozen ground
I even brought fine sheets and lace
So happy now to be found
I knock upon their wooden door
It opens, and I sense their fear
Their trembling hands drop items to the floor ...
I seek the warmth of hearth and home
Somewhere pure, somewhere good
With family and leather tomes
My feet falter at the village's edge
Yet the cold does not sting my skin
To them, I’d sworn a sacred pledge
I’d return, though laden with sin
Oh, how I long to see their face
Lifted from the frozen ground
I even brought fine sheets and lace
So happy now to be found
I knock upon their wooden door
It opens, and I sense their fear
Their trembling hands drop items to the floor ...
#dark
#death
#fear
#graveyard
#separation
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Smoked Glass Hearts
Darling,
What was between us, was just glass,
But it was not what we thought it to be.
Transparent, but something askew,
Opaque, but something still there.
We kept burning it with flaws,
So we left the future to repair.
Incandescent screams,
Stabbed winks above.
Darkening our dreams,
I love how we once called this love.
Was it only our fault,
Or was it written in the stars?
Because we were never more than,
Little smoked glass hearts.
What was between us, was just glass,
But it was not what we thought it to be.
Transparent, but something askew,
Opaque, but something still there.
We kept burning it with flaws,
So we left the future to repair.
Incandescent screams,
Stabbed winks above.
Darkening our dreams,
I love how we once called this love.
Was it only our fault,
Or was it written in the stars?
Because we were never more than,
Little smoked glass hearts.
#crush
#love
#regret #separation
#regret #separation
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Lady Desire
I give up on needing you
Cared about yourself
More than you cared to help
Yeah, yeah “all in this for myself”.
Anchored in, weighing me down
Yet I’m think I’m feeling something else
I forgot to swim
In a sea of gin.
Instead, I drunk it all!
Cheers! To everyone
A toast to sin
When the grandeur fades, I fall
Through the glaze you look great
All I wanted is one taste.
Bottle up all my devotion
To the brim, while seduction is a bonus.
Long wavy hair
Pretty blue eyes
Oh my...
Cared about yourself
More than you cared to help
Yeah, yeah “all in this for myself”.
Anchored in, weighing me down
Yet I’m think I’m feeling something else
I forgot to swim
In a sea of gin.
Instead, I drunk it all!
Cheers! To everyone
A toast to sin
When the grandeur fades, I fall
Through the glaze you look great
All I wanted is one taste.
Bottle up all my devotion
To the brim, while seduction is a bonus.
Long wavy hair
Pretty blue eyes
Oh my...
#bittersweet
#loneliness
#MovingOn
#separation
#temptation
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With u gone
With u gone seems like a nightmare. Feelings of worthlessness and lonely ness to much to bare. Feels like I am running out of air. Walls closing in so heavy and cold. The pain of u gone is to much to bare. The days drag on like an endless parade. Depression holding me down leaving me gasping for air. My light is dieing in side but can't see it from the outside. Wishing u was here. 2 years needs to already be here. So life can go on and I can be happy again.
#heartbroken
#loneliness
#sadness #separation
#sadness #separation
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DU Poetry : Poems About Separation Seeking Honest Critique