Best Split Up Poems
The wind is blowing through my mind
Not gently breezing through.
It ruffles my thoughts and jumbles them
It will take time to file them anew
I like to file my thoughts in order
Of good ones and of bad
Its keeps things on a steady level
And stops one going mad
Happy thoughts are lifted
To the very fore
Memories of when we first met
You were sitting on the floor
The party was a bit of a flop
We left together and walked
And as we got to know each other
We talked and talked and talked
The wind is blowing stronger
The bad times it reminds
We split up for a lifetime
Well it seemed so in our minds
You persevered and asked me out
I decided you were true
My memory of our wedding day
And how happy I was with you
We had a little flat and furnished it with love.
The trouble was we were ground floor
And the water came in from above.
I look back through some memories
All tumbling in the breeze
The hard times the fun and laughter
The winter of the big freeze
We booked a holiday that year
The best time we ever had
I know it scared us half to death because I was so bad.
It’s a pity I missed part of it as to hospital I went
The baby we were having, to be born he seemed hell bent.
The wind is blowing on my head, now I fight with it for real
It’s just ripped off the shed roof, it looks like it’s been peeled
I better shut my memory box and find my hammer and nails
And fight with wind that’s blowing outside and stop my reminiscent gales.
Categories:
split up, funny, memory, memory, time,
Form:
Light Verse
In the waiting room, the plant
Sat near the windowsill.
Purple leaves were nodding
Like they had their own free will.
Their skinny stems supported
What were leaves split up in threes;
All were dancing to the music
From the radiator breeze.
Outside the sun was shining
Though the day was brisk and cold.
That brightness drew the plant
And like Svengali, had a hold.
For every leaf was straining
To get closer to the light.
I wondered if they’d loosen up
When day turned into night.
I guess we’re not so different
‘Cause it’s natural to yearn
For whatever makes us cozy
And it’s to that source we’ll turn.
Categories:
split up, light, longing,
Form:
Rhyme
Papua New Guinea's answer to US President Obama
Was the 2011 duo that we liked to call O'Namah
They gave us two GG's, two PM's, two CJ's and much drama
But come election time they split-up, what a bummer!
Categories:
split up, political,
Form:
Clerihew
When women get into relationships they sometimes think after few months they have found the ONE. THats how I felt when I was in a relationship with my ex we were together 6 years and altho he never took me any we're apart from bowling a few times and rallies which were free I thought he was the one. Well one day out of nowhere he split up with me got the ole it's. Not you its me speech .well anyway few months later I got back on the horse so to speak I now realise that I actually have met my one true love we go places together he treats me right makes me laugh and we get each other and also say the same things at the same times sometimes we are 2 peas in a pod that's how I knew that my boyfriend and I were meant to be we are now looking to get a place of our own and I can't wait .he totally gets me and that is why I love him.
Categories:
split up, love,
Form:
Ballad
This age we live in
with no moral absolute
standards no longer exist
now we bear its fruit
Fewer couples no longer marry
live in is the thing
not thinking of the consequences
such living will bring
So often there's no commitment
after a few months, they split up
feeling the heartbreak that comes
affected by its bitter cup
Do they not know a better way?
a way of purity and joy
set up by God himself
for His word is no toy
God has promised a day
when all he'll call to account
to answer every thought and act
This is surely no doubt
The sexual revolution has brought disaster
torn lives and broken hearts
come to the creator that created sex
His blueprint fits all the missing parts
( ' After this I saw another angel coming down from heaven, having great authority, and the earth was made bright with his glory. And he called out with a mighty voice,
“Fallen, fallen is Babylon the great!
She has become a dwelling place for demons,
a haunt for every unclean spirit,
a haunt for every unclean bird,
a haunt for every unclean and detestable beast.
For all nations have drunk
the wine of the passion of her sexual immorality,
and the kings of the earth have committed immorality with her,
and the merchants of the earth have grown rich from the power of her luxurious living.”
Then I heard another voice from heaven saying,
“Come out of her, my people,
lest you take part in her sins,
lest you share in her plagues;
for her sins are heaped high as heaven,
and God has remembered her iniquities.)
(Revelation 18:1-5 ESV)
Categories:
split up, age, bible, confusion, corruption,
Form:
Rhyme
Firelight ghost stories entertain the dark starless evening. Young eyes plead, tell me a ghost story please!
On a dark moonless, starless night much darker than this night, four young teenagers were cruising in dad's car on a deserted back road. The car made a pop then ceased to ignite. The teens were stranded in a dark lonely spot eery and too quiet for comfort's sake. Upon considering their options the youth decided to walk back to the last house they had passed SEVERAL miles back.
Together they took out on foot in the pitch black; stumbling sometimes running hoping for a miracle. When they got closer to town the old Mauk graveyard was a short cut to home. They decided to take their chances in the grave yard. Many years ago unknown to the youth. Bart Blame was hung for his murderous ways and buried in an unmarked grave toward the southern darkest corner of the cemetery. Bart swore to take all the souls he could into the firey depths of hell. Bart vowed to not go alone to the firey pit.
As the teens walked along, one youth John stumbled and fell into a hole up to his waist and began screaming. "Somethings got my legs, they're on fire!! Help me!!" His friends grabbed him and pulled him out of the hole and discovered it was an old grave.
There was a red glow that morphed into a boney hand then a full skeleton rose up out of the grave with and evil laugh said, "You dare disturb me, Bart Blame! I will not go back to hell alone. Your souls will accompany me tonight" The boys took off running
trying to find their way to safety. They ran until the red burning skull was in front of them laughing. The boys began to retreat away from the evil when they noticed only three running through the woods. Fear overcame the boys and they split up. John decided to cling to the church cross calling on the name of Jesus all night. He clung to the cross calling on Jesus to save him. In the mornig light John was the only one left and the other's bodies were in the grave of Bart blame burned beyond recognition.
Categories:
split up, adventure, holiday, mystery, old,
Form:
Light Verse
You're about to see there's no difference between a tortured artist or a Wounded animal
Picking up a pen was the only way to make my depression manageable
At times it seemed that beating depression wasn't Fathomable
The hurt poet sometimes has to let loose with his pen and that should be Understandable
The nice guy with a pen turns into a cross between Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger and Hannibal
When the smoke clears from my rhymes, they're still flammable
My whole life I was told I couldn't but now it's Laughable
What they told me I didn't have, I didn't lack at all
When I found my strengths, it's like when Lionel Messi has the ball
No one can get near, and the world is about to see something magical
The great ones always learn from their mistakes, and aren't scared to retake steps
I learned to live with it, before I learned how to escape stress
I used to miss my old girl, but now I focus on the girls I haven't had a chance to date yet
Because as I got older I realised a relationship needs more than just great sex
I wish I realised it while I was younger, so I'd have felt heartbreak less
I'm honest to a fault, so I'll willingly admit some of my feelings for her haven't been erased yet
But I'm getting there and doing it in my own time
I don't care for people telling me what I should feel inside my own mind
If I fall short it won't be by much
Check my track record, anytime I got knocked down, I always got back up
I've been knocked down many times, but you won't find anyone who reacts quicker
I just saw that Ariana Grande has split up with Mac Miller
And I'll probably lose the plot
If I don't take this chance to shoot my shot
Ariana I'm trying to win your heart for good and play no games with your head
Let's settle down and start a family together, the only downside is I'll probably last 30 seconds in bed
"Oh god why did he say that?, did he really need to go there"
Go where?, the belt?, he's always saying things that go below there
I forgot this world is sensitive and doesn't know how to take a joke
You can't break what's broke
I was stuck in the dark, but I escaped with hope
I'm hard to kill
My art is real
And the tortured artist is like a Wounded animal because you should try to keep away from both
Categories:
split up, anger, animal, confidence, creation,
Form:
Free verse
Train whistle blew ending the hellish ride
An eerie silence then a hiss of steam
People in cattle trucks all crammed inside
It didn't seem real more like a bad dream.
Doors were opened people told to get out
Human beings; some carrying cases
"Get into a line" the soldiers would shout
A look of fear etched on people's faces.
The fit and the strong; they were selected
Families split up to the left or right
Unlucky ones gassed and then cremated
Powerless they were against Nazi might.
Some inmates of Auschwitz are still alive
But a million poor souls did not survive.
Written Friday 16th May 2020.
Categories:
split up, evil, prison, world war
Form:
Sonnet
would you like to hear the good news or the bad news first?
the bad news is
there are billions of people on the planet
who donate at least 1 dollar to their favorite charity
on more than one occasion per year
that is billions of dollars raised every year
to prevent global suffering
People work together to raise hundreds of thousands
of dollars
for their favorite charities
which has taken place around the world
hundreds of thousands of times
why is there still homelessness?
why is there people starving?
why is it impossible for people suffering from dual diagnosis to recieve any benefit
from your fundraising efforts of which everyone is globally aware, but ignorant
to how they remain living a lie
Now the good news
Say there was a mastermine
and through his incredible genius
developed a way to rob just a few cents
from each bank account in the world
and waited for 24 years to reveal this on a global level
that each year 10-20 cents has gone into about fifty different bank accounts
24billion people x 0.10 x 24 years+ compound interest
the funny thing is one day these funds might become available
in fifty different accounts, in 50 different locations, with 50 different names, 50 different
codes, at 50 different times
50 different accounts with probably a billion dollars in each of them
about to be split up into 2 seperate acconts that will be worth half a billion dollars
giving you a hundred accounts, now time of the essence for these accounts to be discovered
or the monies that are about to become available
will be sent to a certain account, and the process will start over
this is the global underdog
imagine
Categories:
split up, people, people,
Form:
(1)
Split up all at once
instantaneous patch up
to kiss and make up
(2)
Ideas not matching
lack of trust and loyalty
break up relation
(3)
Split up relation
rejuvinating lost love
leave at the altar
(By Kishan Negi)
Categories:
split up, philosophy, relationship,
Form:
Haiku
I STAND WITH ISRAEL,BECAUSE THE SUFFERING IS WORLD WIDE
How mant victims can the concentration forts hold?,
It's unlimited and the morse codes,
for random attacks are short flashes
and in action they deport those,
Who are trapped by the spell & fall under,
So don't hesitate or slumber,
They want your name, rank & serial number,
And families get divided and split up like lumber,
Even the non-combatants get diminished,
Soon they're history, finished,
In this recon for guinea pigs
No remins are left over
to be identified by the dentist,
Nor the pathologist, and the plot'll just,
get thicker by the day
remember the millions? remmeber them?
that were gassed, tortured
and tossed in pits that seemed bottomless
They show no love to the poor sections,
and low incomes'll leave no choice
but to make poor food selections,
So many burping up deadly forms of indigestion,
So they tryin' to run for cover
in the lands of the hunters & the hunted,
It's similiar to ' Most Wanted ',
and their main plans is
to keep our routes to success stunted,
Well the showdown is approachin',
The ministers have spoken,
Will the nuclear explosions have us chokin'?,
In the Acid Rain,
Which countries ruler has the maddest brain?,
Which one will be snakish with the fattest fangs?
So I'm bucklin' up
even though I didn't ask to participate,
I hope my vernacular strengthen & stimulates,
many minds world wide
startin' in Cali, it's one of the realest states,
I've been seen how they're tryin' to drown the hoods,
I told them loud and clear
" MY LIFE GUARD WALKS ON WATER "
So I'm good.
Categories:
split up, abuse, discrimination, holocaust,
Form:
Rhyme
Green eyes, shaggy hair
Split up lips that gasp for air
Twenty beers and a lawn chair
Mother left, brother died
Doesn't know where he'll sleep tonight
Twenty beers on ice
The sharp whistle of a train
Brings to mind his bro again
His little bro, his best friend
At night he's gone
No sign till dawn
Just Twenty empty bottles on the lawn
By Kyle Ezra Kriticos
Categories:
split up, dark,
Form:
Free verse
Keep Searching
surrounded by ash
sun is blotted out no light
split up north south west
SunshineWilliams
Categories:
split up, nature,
Form:
Haiku
A demon, you say? A boy with blank
eye sockets and lips of fire-restless
words tumble from his flower of a mouth;
I think Ashbery talked about this in some
helium light manner, and Blake in his
heavy, fleshy way.
See, all the poets warned me
but I used no discretion:
Split up the middle, I ate every seed and became
Persephone. I drank blood oaths,
the sun feeling more empty with each sip-
My tongue flashed wetly across Heaven.
A spectre without punctuation, blue and frozen
in half dead thought-light pours down
through the grave-
the dirt was not packed down tightly as hoped.
On the streets, we blush, squawking awkwardly
of trite matters in public like a mask we take
off in the hours the sky is made of charcoal.
I will shine a dull brass if you will be
Fenrir; promise to devour my small sliver
of daylight? Substitute words for alcohol, I
haven't eaten in days: preoccupation
Chasing Ghosts.
"On Fenrir"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith
Categories:
split up, allegory, dedication, devotion, introspection,
Form:
Celebrities cause quite a stir and give their child a silly name
They think they are so clever but should hang their heads in shame
Kanye and Kim named their first child North West
When I heard the poor mite’s name I thought it was in jest
If they achieve all 32 compass points in every direction
Poor Kanye will be so shattered and not get an ********
Gywneth and Chris’s child is called Apple did you know
Shame they have now split up or a fruit salad they could sow
If Apple gets teased she will hate it and it may give her strife
Wish parents would remember a child’s name is with them for life
Jan Allison
23rd May 2014
Categories:
split up, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme