Long Poems About Separation
#separation
Long poems about separation. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Summer_Boy
Poem Published
11th Oct 2023 8:44pm
11th Oct 2023 8:44pm
SOMEDAY II (Dear Wife)
#sadness
#regret
#heartbroken
#IMissYou
#separation
222 reads
3 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2023 3:27am
3rd Aug 2023 3:27am
Straight jacket
#anxiety
#love
#separation
#passion
#obsession
438 reads
20 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
15th May 2023 11:14pm
15th May 2023 11:14pm
norovirus and other falsifications
I said it was the stomach flu.
I lied.
Because I can’t
with
people today,
and I can’t
with me today,
and today
I can’t, I can’t
I can’tcan’tcan’tncannnt
A loud sob-cry escapes me,
it's an ugly sound
my voice is hoarse and wet
the pile of tissues,
little parachutes of snot and regret,
both worth about the same
when it comes to it
stares at me from the floor
as I’m curled on top of the
quilted comforter
crying into a teal...
I lied.
Because I can’t
with
people today,
and I can’t
with me today,
and today
I can’t, I can’t
I can’tcan’tcan’tncannnt
A loud sob-cry escapes me,
it's an ugly sound
my voice is hoarse and wet
the pile of tissues,
little parachutes of snot and regret,
both worth about the same
when it comes to it
stares at me from the floor
as I’m curled on top of the
quilted comforter
crying into a teal...
#love
#regret
#suffering #separation
#suffering #separation
591 reads
21 Comments
Asani
Poem Published
25th Jan 2023 1:08am
25th Jan 2023 1:08am
Why are traumas so hard to expel?
Its very easy to be consumed with an unforgiving energy, it is like a rare fruit, one that you know you're allergic to but instead you keep thinking how sweet it is going down into your stomach. But, whenever it's there it stays there, you start gaining weight that won't move until it's all cried out. Fighting hurt with hurt never amounts to anything substantial because 50% of nothing is still nothing.
I've been carrying around this hurt from the first year of this marriage and I keep searching for a reason to believe or trust his “I love you”. 2019 was the worst year in all my 31...
I've been carrying around this hurt from the first year of this marriage and I keep searching for a reason to believe or trust his “I love you”. 2019 was the worst year in all my 31...
#regret
#ImSorry
#MovingOn
#separation
#bittersweet
322 reads
0 Comments
quinndemure52
Haley Brown
Haley Brown
Poem Published
20th Oct 2022 6:30pm
20th Oct 2022 6:30pm
Do You Think of Me
I remember me and you standing outside of your room in the silence of the night
It was warm but I was cool so I held onto you as we mapped out the sky
And now I’m standing here remembering how you disappeared and I can’t help but wonder
When you look up at the North Star, do you think of me?
When you're driving in your car, do you think of me?
When you hear all of the songs that we used to sing along to when we were together
Does it make you see all those memories?
I remember every drive we were riding side by side as we worked out...
It was warm but I was cool so I held onto you as we mapped out the sky
And now I’m standing here remembering how you disappeared and I can’t help but wonder
When you look up at the North Star, do you think of me?
When you're driving in your car, do you think of me?
When you hear all of the songs that we used to sing along to when we were together
Does it make you see all those memories?
I remember every drive we were riding side by side as we worked out...
#relationships
#lover
#memories
#IMissYou
#separation
406 reads
0 Comments
shad00n
Poem Published
11th Aug 2022 11:13am
11th Aug 2022 11:13am
St George
A 4 hour drive doesn’t sound so bad
But we’re two young kids who can’t afford the gas
And I try to write you letters but I don’t know what to say
Just circling, hoping you’ll come up through the page
Maybe I wish we had more photographs
Like of when we chased the rain at your mom & dad’s
Or of the morning light in your tired eyes
When you lean down to kiss me in the early thrift store lines
When I drive, I drown in the pink streaked skies
But it feels unsaturated and I ask myself why
I’ve got the smell of cigarettes...
But we’re two young kids who can’t afford the gas
And I try to write you letters but I don’t know what to say
Just circling, hoping you’ll come up through the page
Maybe I wish we had more photographs
Like of when we chased the rain at your mom & dad’s
Or of the morning light in your tired eyes
When you lean down to kiss me in the early thrift store lines
When I drive, I drown in the pink streaked skies
But it feels unsaturated and I ask myself why
I’ve got the smell of cigarettes...
#LongDistanceRelationship
#IMissYou
#separation
409 reads
0 Comments
Styxian
Poem Published
7th Aug 2022 4:52pm
7th Aug 2022 4:52pm
Hopscotch Lines
A long haired girl
with a light blue dress
jumps across hopscotch'd lines.
Every bound blinds me
as I lose her, in the sky
Then, clouds ground her
Grey turns the day
As upon the tin roof
begin the taps
of the drumming rain
With that steady beat
we dance upon the concrete porch
With seven colors of chalk
strewn across its slate.
I marvel, at how
little girls build their worlds
in primarily bright shades
Seven sides then, to this day
Born into a rainy life
As...
with a light blue dress
jumps across hopscotch'd lines.
Every bound blinds me
as I lose her, in the sky
Then, clouds ground her
Grey turns the day
As upon the tin roof
begin the taps
of the drumming rain
With that steady beat
we dance upon the concrete porch
With seven colors of chalk
strewn across its slate.
I marvel, at how
little girls build their worlds
in primarily bright shades
Seven sides then, to this day
Born into a rainy life
As...
#separation
#daughter
#responsibility
512 reads
20 Comments
MamiB
Mamii
Mamii
Poem Published
5th Aug 2022 8:28pm
5th Aug 2022 8:28pm
Pressure
#breakup
#MovingOn
#separation #deception
#separation #deception
351 reads
4 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
18th Jul 2022 9:27pm
18th Jul 2022 9:27pm
traces
poems of innocence
Broken loaves, abundant giving;
Broken lives, abundant living.—CAB
6.
traces
“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until
the hour of separation.”― Kahlil Gibran
where once you sat ...
Broken loaves, abundant giving;
Broken lives, abundant living.—CAB
6.
traces
“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until
the hour of separation.”― Kahlil Gibran
where once you sat ...
#love
#loneliness
#hope #separation
#hope #separation
517 reads
2 Comments
PiecesofEmotions
P.o.E
P.o.E
Poem Published
15th Jul 2022 6:34pm
15th Jul 2022 6:34pm
Can't help but smile
Even if it was only
for a little while
he melted our hearts
with that big ol smile
He stood taller than most men I've seen
and if mad,
man he was meaner than mean
He was smart, keen ,clean
and sharp as a tack
if you did him right
he'd forever have your back
He was a grizzly bear
with a lambs spirit
If you had to get
something off your chest
he'd be the first that wanted to hear it
He loved too much,
everything and everyone
this is true,
He'd give the shirt off his...
for a little while
he melted our hearts
with that big ol smile
He stood taller than most men I've seen
and if mad,
man he was meaner than mean
He was smart, keen ,clean
and sharp as a tack
if you did him right
he'd forever have your back
He was a grizzly bear
with a lambs spirit
If you had to get
something off your chest
he'd be the first that wanted to hear it
He loved too much,
everything and everyone
this is true,
He'd give the shirt off his...
#parent
#childhood
#family
#memories
#separation
359 reads
7 Comments
paperstains
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2022 11:16pm
3rd Jun 2022 11:16pm
Swallowing Fractions to Fill the Hole
The guy with the guitar reminds me of you
not his face
the sound of his voice
he can't have your touch
but I like the way his fingers move
when he plays
It's how he sings his stories
candid straight shots of tequila
with the shielded openness
you wield so well
Felt a twinge of guilt when I give him my number
acutely aware of the false familiarity
in shared glances while he sang
the flirtatious ease chatting between sets
...
not his face
the sound of his voice
he can't have your touch
but I like the way his fingers move
when he plays
It's how he sings his stories
candid straight shots of tequila
with the shielded openness
you wield so well
Felt a twinge of guilt when I give him my number
acutely aware of the false familiarity
in shared glances while he sang
the flirtatious ease chatting between sets
...
#conflict
#separation
589 reads
6 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
7th May 2022 7:12pm
7th May 2022 7:12pm
SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO WALK AWAY
It's a shame that we have to take sometime to see the differences, between what we thought and what we have in someone else. For example sometimes during a relationship we come across a man child or woman child, who has no idea what is maturity as it comes from experiencing different types of relationships. For it is necessary to understand that we have to separate ourselves from the past of our pass relationships and not bring the old with the process of creating a new. For it is the truth about ourselves that sometimes we fear as, we don't see ourselves becoming afraid of opening up our...
#heartbroken
#breakup
#disappointment
#separation
#StreamOfConsciousness
1239 reads
2 Comments
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