Long Poems About Separation
#separation
Long poems about separation. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Her
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 1:11am
7th Jan 2025 1:11am
Baby It’s Cold In Here
Baby, it’s cold in here
And I don’t know why
We try so hard
Always going the extra yard
When we both know
Your heart’s turned cold
Baby, it’s past time
For me to go
Long years and long nights
Too many tears and too many lost fights
I needed you
And you needed so much more
Every tear fell silently
While I needed you to hold me
Baby, it’s cold in here
And I don’t know why
We try so hard
Always going the extra yard
When we both know...
And I don’t know why
We try so hard
Always going the extra yard
When we both know
Your heart’s turned cold
Baby, it’s past time
For me to go
Long years and long nights
Too many tears and too many lost fights
I needed you
And you needed so much more
Every tear fell silently
While I needed you to hold me
Baby, it’s cold in here
And I don’t know why
We try so hard
Always going the extra yard
When we both know...
#heartbroken
#lyrics
#sadness #separation
#sadness #separation
95 reads
11 Comments
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
160 reads
0 Comments
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
345 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
149 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
118 reads
0 Comments
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
230 reads
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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
105 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
254 reads
4 Comments
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
186 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
207 reads
1 Comment
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
177 reads
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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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Separation
