Separation Poems
#separation
Separation poems, here you'll find poetry about separation and being apart from loved ones. This includes poems about children being separated from their parents, and partners being separated through divorce or long distance relationships.
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
191 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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wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2024 7:36am
3rd Feb 2024 7:36am
familiar memory
this memory
is familiar,
it resembles
a place
i lived
as
a child,
with each
deep breath,
my feet
traveled over
that soil,
i breathe
that air,
i can see
the old
farmhouse,
the gone
faces
watching
over me
all so
familiar,
and how
i miss
them
so much.
is familiar,
it resembles
a place
i lived
as
a child,
with each
deep breath,
my feet
traveled over
that soil,
i breathe
that air,
i can see
the old
farmhouse,
the gone
faces
watching
over me
all so
familiar,
and how
i miss
them
so much.
#childhood
#family
#memories
#nostalgia
#separation
219 reads
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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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wallyroo92
Bumped 24th Jan 2024 00:30am
22nd Jun 2019 9:47am
22nd Jun 2019 9:47am
By The Sea
It’s been so long since he went off to war
And still her heart belongs to him
Hoping against hope she still yearns
For his return even when it all seems dim
So she lays there down by the wet sand
To the gods she prays and she begs
Wistful for him, for his embrace
As the waves crash between her legs
The upsurge caresses the sun-kissed skin
As the sun begins to set in the distance
The surf soothes her soul for a moment there
Wondrous of her love that is so persistent
But she...
And still her heart belongs to him
Hoping against hope she still yearns
For his return even when it all seems dim
So she lays there down by the wet sand
To the gods she prays and she begs
Wistful for him, for his embrace
As the waves crash between her legs
The upsurge caresses the sun-kissed skin
As the sun begins to set in the distance
The surf soothes her soul for a moment there
Wondrous of her love that is so persistent
But she...
#love
#lust
#strength
#hope
#separation
894 reads
7 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
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3 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
13th Jan 2024 6:59am
13th Jan 2024 6:59am
winter in Cascais
Winter in Cascais
This is a cold day, and bleak too, like a fish left behind
on the grass verge when the anglers go home for lunch
Sport fishing doesn't mean you want to eat the prizes
She is having salmon today at the cafe on the first floor of our building,
I, when a farm boy in Norway, was served salmon or trout every day except Sundays
will settle for a slice of ham, boiled potatoes and salad
Olive oil is used here in Portugal, but I think food tastes better with butter.
So, said the great chef and entertainer who hung himself
with a...
This is a cold day, and bleak too, like a fish left behind
on the grass verge when the anglers go home for lunch
Sport fishing doesn't mean you want to eat the prizes
She is having salmon today at the cafe on the first floor of our building,
I, when a farm boy in Norway, was served salmon or trout every day except Sundays
will settle for a slice of ham, boiled potatoes and salad
Olive oil is used here in Portugal, but I think food tastes better with butter.
So, said the great chef and entertainer who hung himself
with a...
#brother
#parent
#childhood
#separation
#responsibility
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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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msbeav
Brenda
Brenda
Poem Published
13th Dec 2023 8:52pm
13th Dec 2023 8:52pm
I'm Sorry
I'm sorry Brandi,
How I wish I could go back to change the wrong things I put you through, and to make time rearrange.
I'm sorry for what my life, fears and screw-ups, have done to you, I simply rolled with what those fears handed me.
Yes I should have done more and not just let it be. I was so scared and didn't really know what to do.
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you like I should have been -there's no excuse for it.
Those wounds you bear may never mend and I live with that every day.
But that doesn't mean that I the love I feel for you isn't real....
How I wish I could go back to change the wrong things I put you through, and to make time rearrange.
I'm sorry for what my life, fears and screw-ups, have done to you, I simply rolled with what those fears handed me.
Yes I should have done more and not just let it be. I was so scared and didn't really know what to do.
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you like I should have been -there's no excuse for it.
Those wounds you bear may never mend and I live with that every day.
But that doesn't mean that I the love I feel for you isn't real....
#mother
#memories
#separation #daughter
#separation #daughter
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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
362 reads
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
142 reads
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