Long Poems About Separation
#separation
Long poems about separation. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
BLO
B.
B.
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 8:08pm
12th Dec 2024 8:08pm
Remembrance Accepted
There come's those transcended days,
Where I'm living in the past
Without this insanity that surpasses my will
Till the day's new awakening
There I lay still.
Sometimes shaping the new me
But still thinking on how and why it came to this
I am told and told and told
Too many times without acceptance
Living in my own denial.
But those days that I think back
Not always so bad.
There's times where I think of you
Because you live inside my head
You live inside my cracked and fragmented heart.
See, I am...
Where I'm living in the past
Without this insanity that surpasses my will
Till the day's new awakening
There I lay still.
Sometimes shaping the new me
But still thinking on how and why it came to this
I am told and told and told
Too many times without acceptance
Living in my own denial.
But those days that I think back
Not always so bad.
There's times where I think of you
Because you live inside my head
You live inside my cracked and fragmented heart.
See, I am...
#admiration
#gratitude
#love
#memories
#separation
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Ashriyon
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 6:27pm
4th Dec 2024 6:27pm
In the Shadow of Stars
When I looked up at the endless night,
Stars twinkled like secrets whispered low,
I asked the heavens, “Where’s the light?
If God is real, where did you go?”
In my heart a storm was brewing,
A tempest of love turned bitter and wild,
For in those dark moments I felt so alone,
With blood on my hands and a heart defiled.
You were my anchor; you were my grace,
But addiction wrapped you in chains of despair,
Each promise made now lost in the space—
Where laughter once danced hangs silence and air. ...
Stars twinkled like secrets whispered low,
I asked the heavens, “Where’s the light?
If God is real, where did you go?”
In my heart a storm was brewing,
A tempest of love turned bitter and wild,
For in those dark moments I felt so alone,
With blood on my hands and a heart defiled.
You were my anchor; you were my grace,
But addiction wrapped you in chains of despair,
Each promise made now lost in the space—
Where laughter once danced hangs silence and air. ...
#childhood
#death
#LookingForLove
#memories
#separation
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Styxian
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 1:49am
27th Nov 2024 1:49am
Not Yet Swans
We were fooled last week
when so many things outside
were tipped in green
And though darkness is
your favorite color,
you disrobed from it
and kicked it under the bed
As you accepted Spring
to your bosom
as you shook your hair back
and offered your throat
to the kiss of something
renewing
all of your tips to pink
At first, I felt like a bird
fidgeting upon your window ledge
(edge of the bed)
I suffered the settling
for at least bread crumbs
Two pieces, ...
when so many things outside
were tipped in green
And though darkness is
your favorite color,
you disrobed from it
and kicked it under the bed
As you accepted Spring
to your bosom
as you shook your hair back
and offered your throat
to the kiss of something
renewing
all of your tips to pink
At first, I felt like a bird
fidgeting upon your window ledge
(edge of the bed)
I suffered the settling
for at least bread crumbs
Two pieces, ...
#bittersweet
#LongDistanceRelationship
#separation
230 reads
30 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 1:50pm
10th Oct 2024 1:50pm
Erasure of an Inconvenient Life - True Crime #1
I consider it a great privilege to witness the passing of a soul into eternity, whatever that may be. There is something miraculous about the quickness of the transitions and emotional changes sometimes involved. It was such with Susan, a 44-year-old divorced mother of three in a Chicago suburb.
I remember my own days of youthful exuberance, though they were spent far from the pomp and pageantry of Susan's. Her teenage years were a portrait of American virtue—a tableau of school spirit and ambition. She had been the epitome of the all-American girl, her days a blur of pom-poms,...
I remember my own days of youthful exuberance, though they were spent far from the pomp and pageantry of Susan's. Her teenage years were a portrait of American virtue—a tableau of school spirit and ambition. She had been the epitome of the all-American girl, her days a blur of pom-poms,...
#money
#murder
#separation
143 reads
3 Comments
Sageofsongs
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 8:24am
8th Sep 2024 8:24am
Nice Guy Chronicles IX
It's crazy to see people begin to settle down,
it's a natural process of life
However it's just crazy when you look at people you've known forever begin to change and mature
Life has happened to everyone and
I found myself being 'the single friend'
I really didn't notice until one day, I was at a get together and I was literally the only single person there.
It didn't bother me though because I've grown really comfortable with myself.
Also seeing happy people makes me happy.
Now the thing is 'the single friend' tends to be...
it's a natural process of life
However it's just crazy when you look at people you've known forever begin to change and mature
Life has happened to everyone and
I found myself being 'the single friend'
I really didn't notice until one day, I was at a get together and I was literally the only single person there.
It didn't bother me though because I've grown really comfortable with myself.
Also seeing happy people makes me happy.
Now the thing is 'the single friend' tends to be...
#bittersweet
#disappointment
#friendship #separation
#friendship #separation
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
5th Sep 2024 5:14am
5th Sep 2024 5:14am
PRE MORTEM PILLOW THOUGHTS ON LOSS (10-19-1995, Galveston Island, Texas)
i lay my head down
upon your cold pillow
but at the moment
you are no longer here
i can t help but wonder
if this is what my shroud
might feel like
after i m gone and no longer here too
that is
if
the so called dead
can even still feel at all
i wonder if my own great beyond
might feel and seem as calm
as empty and peaceful as this
such a rare place
of no more mental thinking
sounds so relatively good
almost too good to possibly be true at all
where there will be nothing there
to remind me ...
upon your cold pillow
but at the moment
you are no longer here
i can t help but wonder
if this is what my shroud
might feel like
after i m gone and no longer here too
that is
if
the so called dead
can even still feel at all
i wonder if my own great beyond
might feel and seem as calm
as empty and peaceful as this
such a rare place
of no more mental thinking
sounds so relatively good
almost too good to possibly be true at all
where there will be nothing there
to remind me ...
#acceptance
#breakup
#heartbroken
#sadness
#separation
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ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
28th Aug 2024 00:18am
28th Aug 2024 00:18am
Self-Love Song
How far in must I get to be heard
It seems no matter how I put it, you still don’t hear a single word
Through filters of pride and the will to misunderstand
I’m casualty to your resentment and your broken upper hand
When success is an illusion and achievements are in vain
Justify your cowardice against how you weigh the delusion of my pain
I guess the scars don’t exist, it’s just imaginary the way that I bleed
As it all seeps to the surface and my lips make roses of every weed
Trace back the roots, the garden is overrun
If you...
It seems no matter how I put it, you still don’t hear a single word
Through filters of pride and the will to misunderstand
I’m casualty to your resentment and your broken upper hand
When success is an illusion and achievements are in vain
Justify your cowardice against how you weigh the delusion of my pain
I guess the scars don’t exist, it’s just imaginary the way that I bleed
As it all seeps to the surface and my lips make roses of every weed
Trace back the roots, the garden is overrun
If you...
#father
#fatherhood
#LifeStruggles
#sadness
#separation
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Dre_k47
AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2024 3:18pm
22nd Jul 2024 3:18pm
Redefinition and Resilience
She rewrote her story, banished despair,
With a lot of his money and without care.
A sculptor of flesh, she emerged with grace,
Her dreams woven tight in a bold new embrace.
Laughter’s soft whispers and scorn’s sharp bite,
Promised to heal each wound and blight.
She swapped her old self for a glimmering dream,
Each incision a step towards a vision supreme.
Liposuction started the sculpting spree,
Under the watch of a meticulous decree.
Then the lift and augmentation came to be,
A canvas reformed to her heart’s jubilee.
...
With a lot of his money and without care.
A sculptor of flesh, she emerged with grace,
Her dreams woven tight in a bold new embrace.
Laughter’s soft whispers and scorn’s sharp bite,
Promised to heal each wound and blight.
She swapped her old self for a glimmering dream,
Each incision a step towards a vision supreme.
Liposuction started the sculpting spree,
Under the watch of a meticulous decree.
Then the lift and augmentation came to be,
A canvas reformed to her heart’s jubilee.
...
#breakup
#identity
#love #separation
#love #separation
80 reads
wallyroo92
Poem Published
16th Jun 2024 6:08pm
16th Jun 2024 6:08pm
In Exile
I know things got off on the wrong foot right from the start
At the time when I was young I just fell apart
Even after all the years of me trying to do what was right
Lately it just feels like your silence is out of spite
With every visit I loved our conversations and laughs
The quality time was more precious and unforgettable
And as you got older you became stronger and bolder
So I wrote you verses to make our relationship memorable
But something strange happened within the last few years
You’re so distant and quiet and won’t talk to...
At the time when I was young I just fell apart
Even after all the years of me trying to do what was right
Lately it just feels like your silence is out of spite
With every visit I loved our conversations and laughs
The quality time was more precious and unforgettable
And as you got older you became stronger and bolder
So I wrote you verses to make our relationship memorable
But something strange happened within the last few years
You’re so distant and quiet and won’t talk to...
#Autism
#father
#separation #son
#separation #son
224 reads
4 Comments
ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
11th Jun 2024 2:11am
11th Jun 2024 2:11am
Square One
Reopening wounds in the gunfire of excusable provocation
My words brim with venom when the heart is bleeding
But hurt never got me off for murder at the mouth
When notorious legends wear their filthy rags so boastfully
Weighing hopes on the idea of all that you did right
To sate the accusations of all the allegations that swell beneath the surface
We are the redeemed until we need an excuse to justify bad behavior
When there’s no such thing as heroes just lesser villains in need of an out of world Savior
Blood...
My words brim with venom when the heart is bleeding
But hurt never got me off for murder at the mouth
When notorious legends wear their filthy rags so boastfully
Weighing hopes on the idea of all that you did right
To sate the accusations of all the allegations that swell beneath the surface
We are the redeemed until we need an excuse to justify bad behavior
When there’s no such thing as heroes just lesser villains in need of an out of world Savior
Blood...
#father
#fatherhood
#FathersDay
#sadness
#separation
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
9th Jun 2024 5:31am
9th Jun 2024 5:31am
Dots and Lines
Above the high-rise buildings
with their rectangles
and squares of light
Above the Circle K sign
in the distance
Above the restaurant across the street's
clusters of patio lights,
in the murky gray night sky
with its blinking dots of helicopters and planes
the ISS enters from the Northwest,
just like the app said it would.
It's a bright silver dot
on the horizon
but small
a modest engagement ring's diamond
From the astronauts' perspective
250 miles above
North America is a...
with their rectangles
and squares of light
Above the Circle K sign
in the distance
Above the restaurant across the street's
clusters of patio lights,
in the murky gray night sky
with its blinking dots of helicopters and planes
the ISS enters from the Northwest,
just like the app said it would.
It's a bright silver dot
on the horizon
but small
a modest engagement ring's diamond
From the astronauts' perspective
250 miles above
North America is a...
#dreams
#sea
#separation #sky
#separation #sky
155 reads
10 Comments
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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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Separation
