Poems About Separation Seeking Honest Critique
#separation
Poems about separation seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Ash74
Poem Published
21st Feb 2024 2:26pm
21st Feb 2024 2:26pm
The Days I Remember
I remember the smell of rain on asphalt
The gentle caress of the summer breeze
The sweet taste of fruits so ripe
The music that was your laughter
I miss the happiness in your eyes
when home still welcomed us
The gentle caress of the summer breeze
The sweet taste of fruits so ripe
The music that was your laughter
I miss the happiness in your eyes
when home still welcomed us
#sister
#memories
#escape #separation
#escape #separation
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PoeticMalibu
Kim Soulee
Kim Soulee
Poem Published
20th Feb 2024 1:11pm
20th Feb 2024 1:11pm
Living a Lie
She feels empty
Empty…
Like a jar
With no use, anymore.
She feels broken,
Broken like a doll,
That is missing a leg.
He touched her when she said no,
Now she’s missing a piece of her,
But what?
What could it be?
It was dark for three days,
Just three days
until she was shocked back to reality.
She’s lost trust in guys, men.
Men, greedy pigs.
Men, some are nice
But in the end, they want the same thing,
Sex.
She’s just like you,
A normal girl,
Who liked to...
Empty…
Like a jar
With no use, anymore.
She feels broken,
Broken like a doll,
That is missing a leg.
He touched her when she said no,
Now she’s missing a piece of her,
But what?
What could it be?
It was dark for three days,
Just three days
until she was shocked back to reality.
She’s lost trust in guys, men.
Men, greedy pigs.
Men, some are nice
But in the end, they want the same thing,
Sex.
She’s just like you,
A normal girl,
Who liked to...
#breakup
#conflict
#separation
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alliwantisnothing
Poem Published
12th Feb 2024 7:17pm
12th Feb 2024 7:17pm
a letter to my mother
dear mom,
people have divorced parents. this is something else. it's been eleven years since the last time we saw each other, and almost ten years since we last spoke on the phone. i was 7 years old then. i'm turning 18 in june. i'm on the honor roll and the student council. i got accepted into every college i applied to, mom! i'm going to be a clinical psychologist. i got a good scholarship too, despite missing about a third of my freshman year. i won't tell you why that is. my gpa took a pretty hard hit and i'll leave it at that. i work really hard in school, i think that's the...
people have divorced parents. this is something else. it's been eleven years since the last time we saw each other, and almost ten years since we last spoke on the phone. i was 7 years old then. i'm turning 18 in june. i'm on the honor roll and the student council. i got accepted into every college i applied to, mom! i'm going to be a clinical psychologist. i got a good scholarship too, despite missing about a third of my freshman year. i won't tell you why that is. my gpa took a pretty hard hit and i'll leave it at that. i work really hard in school, i think that's the...
#regret
#mother
#betrayal
#separation
#daughter
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NetherAbyss
Poem Published
11th Feb 2024 2:27pm
11th Feb 2024 2:27pm
Taint
There was a valley where all the good names emerged a tongue could produce
Where the sun shone keener, where the moon glowed serener
Artlessness of the absolute reigned supreme, offering not a chance to deuce
That was a valley, where the wind blew puckishly, days passed ever merrier
Multitude of creatures roamed the mirthful haven, critters and crawlers alike
Abundant was the sustenance, absent was the neediness
Aliments unknown to remainders grew on trees, each yielded a ton belike
Such was the valley, only in tales were famine and uneasiness
...
Where the sun shone keener, where the moon glowed serener
Artlessness of the absolute reigned supreme, offering not a chance to deuce
That was a valley, where the wind blew puckishly, days passed ever merrier
Multitude of creatures roamed the mirthful haven, critters and crawlers alike
Abundant was the sustenance, absent was the neediness
Aliments unknown to remainders grew on trees, each yielded a ton belike
Such was the valley, only in tales were famine and uneasiness
...
#depression
#apocalypse
#separation
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3 Comments
Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2024 7:35pm
3rd Feb 2024 7:35pm
Thee Invisible Heart
Deep in the basement, where science meets the street, Frankie Rocco and Sol, cookin' up something neat. Using Sol's genius, with glasses all misted, They craft a light-bendin' suit, mission enlisted.
Down the dusty stairway, Frankie hurries down, Checkin' on his friend's work, the coolest in town. Sol, the autistic genius, ginger afro like a microphone, Smiles big, glasses misted, saying, "It's done, yow."
On gritty Swansea streets, Eliza Cox locks the doors up tight, Social worker for Frankie, dealing with his plight. Lost his daughter Izzy to adoption, a pain...
Down the dusty stairway, Frankie hurries down, Checkin' on his friend's work, the coolest in town. Sol, the autistic genius, ginger afro like a microphone, Smiles big, glasses misted, saying, "It's done, yow."
On gritty Swansea streets, Eliza Cox locks the doors up tight, Social worker for Frankie, dealing with his plight. Lost his daughter Izzy to adoption, a pain...
#love
#father
#separation
#daughter
#fatherhood
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2024 6:45pm
2nd Feb 2024 6:45pm
Mundane Existence
He goes to the same job everyday.
He comes home to his wife every night.
They rarely touch each other.
Only on special occasions, like birthday's and July 4th.
There not attracted to each other anymore.
They don't make a fuss about it.
A few years back, they were fighting and swearing that they were going to leave one another.
When the fighting subsided, they both realized they were both a bunch of cowards.
Neither one had the courage to go out and meet someone else.
They don't despise one another.
They are friendly roommates waiting...
He comes home to his wife every night.
They rarely touch each other.
Only on special occasions, like birthday's and July 4th.
There not attracted to each other anymore.
They don't make a fuss about it.
A few years back, they were fighting and swearing that they were going to leave one another.
When the fighting subsided, they both realized they were both a bunch of cowards.
Neither one had the courage to go out and meet someone else.
They don't despise one another.
They are friendly roommates waiting...
#marriage
#frustration
#emptiness #separation
#emptiness #separation
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monovox128
Poem Published
20th Jan 2024 00:25am
20th Jan 2024 00:25am
f**k
Oh how I wish I could read your mind
And any damage I've done, I'd repair
Although I know you have stepped away
Please believe me when I say I still care
There's this wound that's deep inside me
But, you know that you've touched my soul
Sometimes it feels as though I'm drowning
In emotions in which I have no control
I know I should've talked things through
But, somehow I just couldn't find my voice
You probably think there is other options
And that's why we both chose our choice
I've never wanted to cause...
And any damage I've done, I'd repair
Although I know you have stepped away
Please believe me when I say I still care
There's this wound that's deep inside me
But, you know that you've touched my soul
Sometimes it feels as though I'm drowning
In emotions in which I have no control
I know I should've talked things through
But, somehow I just couldn't find my voice
You probably think there is other options
And that's why we both chose our choice
I've never wanted to cause...
#sadness
#heartbroken
#UnrequitedLove
#separation
#bittersweet
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3 Comments
janiselizabeth
Janis Miller
Janis Miller
Poem Published
16th Jan 2024 00:07am
16th Jan 2024 00:07am
Pink Pulchritude
you were the rose
I was the thorn
it was only a matter of time
before I would be removed
so you could sit in opulent vases
with your pink pulchritude
on a windowsill and languor
in the sun
I was the thorn
it was only a matter of time
before I would be removed
so you could sit in opulent vases
with your pink pulchritude
on a windowsill and languor
in the sun
#rejection
#separation
#bittersweet
79 reads
3 Comments
MidKnight
Poem Published
7th Jan 2024 4:34pm
7th Jan 2024 4:34pm
Active
Active 10 ago active seen on
Let it go let it go -I,-I,-I
Been zen fung hey center fold, uh.
You feel? Huh, uh? You there?
You don't even answer them text anymore are you sure that you wanna keep on and not do a magic trick watch me re appear I mean it's that it appears when the pen is near but them space and symbols got me writing here I mean what did you expect writing out a drama thinking imma be--
Active, yeah active in scenes 10 ago active seen on
Let it go let it go -I,-I,-I
Slithering to my old ways I see you been fine with being...
Let it go let it go -I,-I,-I
Been zen fung hey center fold, uh.
You feel? Huh, uh? You there?
You don't even answer them text anymore are you sure that you wanna keep on and not do a magic trick watch me re appear I mean it's that it appears when the pen is near but them space and symbols got me writing here I mean what did you expect writing out a drama thinking imma be--
Active, yeah active in scenes 10 ago active seen on
Let it go let it go -I,-I,-I
Slithering to my old ways I see you been fine with being...
#secrets
#MovingOn
#separation
#apathy
#deception
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LunasChild8
Poem Published
8th Dec 2023 00:10am
8th Dec 2023 00:10am
Compromise
Silence is your daily greeting
I shouldn’t have expected something different
Did I satisfy your usual craving?
Your eyes no longer shine even when you pay me a compliment.
I’m sick and tired of making this compromise
I can’t keep up with these mixed signals you’re sending me
You used to beam with love; now you’re as cold as ice
My life and blood are oozing out of the seams.
Take it or leave it; it’s your problem that you got bored
You keep on making the same mistake; why do you complain?
Life’s too short to stall; make your way out...
I shouldn’t have expected something different
Did I satisfy your usual craving?
Your eyes no longer shine even when you pay me a compliment.
I’m sick and tired of making this compromise
I can’t keep up with these mixed signals you’re sending me
You used to beam with love; now you’re as cold as ice
My life and blood are oozing out of the seams.
Take it or leave it; it’s your problem that you got bored
You keep on making the same mistake; why do you complain?
Life’s too short to stall; make your way out...
#anger
#conflict
#rhyming
#separation
#manipulation
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7 Comments
SlutLoverse
Jaxn
Jaxn
Poem Published
30th Nov 2023 4:01am
30th Nov 2023 4:01am
The Gauntlet
Tsun-a-mi's.
Soon a mis 'tis,
coming,
all enveloping truce.
Ship bashing against asleep to slap me from it,
Steel, a sloop still crashes and crinkled,
cut the surface tension,
To fall upon a saturated bed.
She pushes on the swell to leave a waking divide in the dawn.
I take to the bow,
it dips into a wet wall, swipe, and salt washes all that was away,
presents a new plight.
Twilight in the mind field and Hokusai.
Japanese traditional lucid anxiety,
candid astray,
iron cast...a -way there.
The stern...
Soon a mis 'tis,
coming,
all enveloping truce.
Ship bashing against asleep to slap me from it,
Steel, a sloop still crashes and crinkled,
cut the surface tension,
To fall upon a saturated bed.
She pushes on the swell to leave a waking divide in the dawn.
I take to the bow,
it dips into a wet wall, swipe, and salt washes all that was away,
presents a new plight.
Twilight in the mind field and Hokusai.
Japanese traditional lucid anxiety,
candid astray,
iron cast...a -way there.
The stern...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#separation
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2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2023 11:41pm
23rd Nov 2023 11:41pm
in the dead of night
a sonnet
“I discovered to my joy, that it is life, not death,
that has no limits.”—Gabriel García Márquez
the stench of death compasses me about,
his cloak of darkness robbing fast my light;
he chokes his victims in the dead of night,
leaving the whole world withering in doubt.
his belch stank in my face this very day,
ere i could camouflage my kith and kin;
how helplessly i watched him make his win,
snatching my centenarian friend away.
how sullen, now, the faces of my pride,
swollen by emptiness, silent as...
“I discovered to my joy, that it is life, not death,
that has no limits.”—Gabriel García Márquez
the stench of death compasses me about,
his cloak of darkness robbing fast my light;
he chokes his victims in the dead of night,
leaving the whole world withering in doubt.
his belch stank in my face this very day,
ere i could camouflage my kith and kin;
how helplessly i watched him make his win,
snatching my centenarian friend away.
how sullen, now, the faces of my pride,
swollen by emptiness, silent as...
#grief
#dark
#death
#LifeChangingMoment
#separation
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