Break Up Poems | Examples of Break Up Poetry

where the smile doesn’t meet the eyes resides the line between apathy and resentment in an inward sigh or soft curse a bubble of pain in the embers of a fading fire sparks of memory in the hollow of the chest not one echo out of the blue, into the blue glittering...

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I give you space then I notice I'm back in your face Things are not the same and I'm the one left to chase I realize how silly I must look when I plead and beg There is no way to take back the words that I said I'm not getting no where so I'm done chasing I'm the...

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It's a pity — such a pity — That behind those eyes Lies nothing more than pretty. It's a shame — a great shame — There's zilch we commonly like, Remotely similar, or the same. It's a heartache — a real pain — Each other's lives we stained, And lost more than we ever thought Possible, and ever will have gained....

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The sound of breaking is late. Thunder shatters gray clouds after lightning strikes the damp soil. When pieces of sky pierce flesh, the scream is slow to rise— The sound of breaking follows pain’s echo. The sound of breaking is gentle. Raindrops tiptoe on my eyelids— each sting a secret pressed down. Earth's unbridled tears fall for my...

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Verse 1) You lay here beside me, but I feel so alone, Your touch don’t feel like it’s mine, just skin and bone. Every day, every year, I wonder what’s wrong, When you say you love me, but it don’t feel strong. (Chorus) I don’t feel your love, I’m reaching for more, We’re living in a house, but we’re strangers at the...

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Single but it’s getting old. I’m tired of trying to heal when all I want is to love you. Who cares what went wrong or what went right? What mattered was how I felt that night. It’s scary getting lost in my thoughts all I see is you with him, when just last month, you were mine. It’s eating me from the inside. The thought of him...

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A month of memories, Are somewhat washed away, Blurred to my naked eye. Some I can remember, Some I chose to forget, Now just haze in my heart....

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tiptoeing through a minefield f r a u g h t with combustible opportunities a groom jilted at the altar by bride who'd rather stay "just friends." humiliated at his...

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I drown myself in tasks, pour coffee five times a day, so even in those brief seconds, my hands are not idle, my mind not still. I raise the music to a scream, to drown the voice that gnaws, the voice that sounds like you. I write and write and write, so I do not reach for you, so my fingers find ink instead...

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What More Can Be Taken I came from a house where love never stayed, Where fists did the talking and kindness decayed. Where silence was safer than saying a word, And a child’s small heartbreak was never once heard. I ran to the bottle, to smoke and to fire, Chased numbness like peace, sank deep in the vile. Got locked in a...

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Misty clouds fill my eyes, After you stabbed my heart, With a blade forged in hate. Pain oozes out like blood, But neither red nor caked – Yet it outlives all thought. Contest Name: Some Kind Of Misty Poetry ...

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#All_I_want The ticking on my wrist, start to show my age, and what could have been, some memories worth dumped by the roadside. Time is of no essence to me now. Been pondering, even these walls starts suffocating me. Been counting, with these fingers of mine, they too can't comprehend my outstanding life expectations. Someone ...

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I want to see him as someone who did me wrong... in order to let him go. I want to no longer love him at all and just see his true colours as brightly as they show. Put up a wall, draw a line in the sand. Let go of his hand. And see him...

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She is deliciously unhappy. Listening to heartbreak songs in minor keys, the melodies seem to flick her heart…flick,flick…Like the 4th grade bully who sneaks up behind everyone to flick an ear, thinking causing jolts of pain is the funniest thing since The Three Stooges. Yea, that's...

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