Breaking Up Poems - Poems about Breaking Up

Breaking the Lie

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

I Will Not Stop

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

BREAKING THROUGH THE HAZE

BREAKING THROUGH THE HAZE
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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.

Can you hear my breaking heart

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Breaking Throuh

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

Terra Incognita

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

The sound of breaking

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

What the Silence Hid

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.

She Burned the Script

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,

Breaking the silence

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

Breaking Benjamin - Far Away

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

Breaking in to Silence

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

When the Light Forgot Me

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.

breaking free

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

Misunderstanding

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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