Breaking Up Poems - Poems about Breaking Up

A city night, a reckless dare, Two drinks deep, no thought to spare. Her lips met mine—sharp, alive— A spark I’d buried began to thrive. I’d seen it once in secret’s tent, A girl’s soft mouth on another bent, Tracing skin with a tender graze, A memory that refused to fade. The flame now leapt, fierce and bright, But fear slammed shut the door...

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He says – “Your place is in the kitchen,” I say – “My place is wherever my thoughts can reach. No curtain will confine me, no wall will surround me. My words will become swords, my steps will rewrite history. I have learned – to fight without fear, to live without bowing down, and to turn dreams into reality. I am not just a woman, I am a revolution...

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BREAKING THROUGH THE HAZE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You are not the shadow cast by your missteps, nor the weight of regret that clings like morning fog. You are the sunrise breaking through the haze, a warm, positive light of resiliency and grace. ...

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For those who feel invisible. One of the key things that leads to relationship breakdowns is when people feel invisible. In a world where people are increasingly glued to some form of device, this disconnect is rising. Try to remember to connect with each other every day. Don't take each other for granted. Show you...

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The mist is lifting, soon the world will reveal itself to be just shorelines between one dream and another. I need to be away. my last Autumn will be as my first, something undefined, yet always pushing me along, a moving stream still ferrying last year's fallen leaf. This season the foliage is burning brighter, a deeper hue has caught fire, and when the trees are...

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Putting out fires not of my making it's time-consuming heart-breaking the grass over there don't seem any greener and from my perspective the streets are meaner the so-called social networks are as unsociable as can be impersonal with dirty laundry on show for everyone to see despite self-admitted wrong-doing and misdeeds the herd still follows their every lead but I won't borrow sorrow and...

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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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She smiled in rooms that cracked her spine, where beauty bruised and grace meant lie. They called her calm, not knowing this– each breath she took was clenched like fists. The silence praised was not her peace. It was the cage. She found the keys....

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after still I Rise by Maya Angelou They said, "too loud, too wild, too much"— so she learned to burn with a softer touch. But thunder lived behind her face, and silence wore her fiercest grace. They carved her worth in smaller space, then crowned it "grace" to know her place. But she was made of deeper things— not ribbons,...

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I avoid discussing politics and religion. Not because I am indifferent or uninterested, they're both rabbit holes I care to visit but on my own. My polite silence seems no longer sustainable. Too many people prove content to casually wave goodbye to democracy while insanity takes the helm. There's no hiding the direction where things are going and there's no turning back...

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Just as the elements within our lives are inevitable to intercede There are also uncontrolled forces that have to circle the world Pride, envy, gluttony, lust, sloth, wrath, and greed These 7 deadly sins are sold more than the blooded diamonds and pearls With prayer and faith I stand next to my mother. And with undoubted submission I'd give...

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Who knows the sound that silence makes, for its the absence of noise that we partake. For silence cannot be heard. It's lost in the listening up for. It's felt as the break between, what we're waiting for, what we are expecting to happen, and what we are listening out for. Wait for it! Hang on, Hang on! It's coming! Just wait! Listen Up! The quieter...

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I whispered your name into the bruise of the storm and it whispered back like it missed me too. Your voice— I remember it like warmth I no longer deserve. They keep telling me the sky is clearing, but I am rain. I am always rain. And when I tried to let you go, my fingers bled from the holding....

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habit routines to which we’re bound shape the emotes by mind expressed as we tip toe on holy ground our uniqueness therein impressed breath by breath, all moments entwined life is but music we’ve composed cry to God that truth be divined heartbeats against love juxtaposed in the gap between two thought trains void of emptiness energised there being no ego that feigns truth of our...

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Initially seems like the distance of tip of the needle , gradually drawing miles in the middle . Leading to unnecessary battle , solving it can only settle . The two become quiet , one the eyes clues there's a...

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