Leaving Poems | Examples of Leaving Poetry

Daylight. Thank God. The monster comes at night.? For now, I shake the strings loose,? And try with my whole might. Reflections of the night before—? My eyes are swollen shut,? Bruises, scars, maybe broken bones.? Don’t show you’ve had enough. The mirror reflects the bruises;? I stare a bit too long. ?The monster's wrath shows on my face. ?Stay strong, girl. Stay strong. I will...

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I'm so conflicted, I can't find my way back home. I've been missing, I tried to save myself again. I've been wishing, A star would find this hole in me. My heart keeps skipping, down the road to a loathsome beat. I keep slipping, I'm so high I've lost my feet. The words their all missing, from everything I wanted to say. I'm so conflicted...

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It could have been a jester wrapped in shrink wrap or a prince who danced who spoke to me. To go or stay I didn’t know. I didn’t know as I drove to see a friend— we’d just worked together at a store but she left. I followed the signs to a new place. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Trees and parks and rows of houses rolled past...

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Silence, like a glass thrown up in the air Then exploding, its shards like a nagging echo Raining on a heart, and it's so unfair To bleed for love that is not there... Is there, Through this weary way of silence, I must go. I would turn around then I would not turn around, Your smile and glances...

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Words like thorns, stuck deep, they choke, A silent scream, a shattered spoke. My shadow flees, won’t show its face, Lost within its hollow space. Time’s rusted blade, it carves with grace, Slowly tracing my fragile base. Hands of emptiness, cold and pale, Cradle a doom that’s set to sail. On edges sharp, where whispers race, I hold the night’s forsaken grace....

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You made me cry, Your actions hurt my heart, I should’ve known, We were broken from the start. I thought I knew you, But you aren’t who I thought you were, You’re heartless, And a monster. I loved you, You didn’t want me, Now, whenever I look at you, Your eyes haunt me....

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I have to come clean as I return to see your ashen corpse and dried leaves My survival became more important than yours but now I feel badly. Humans choose to love their own selves More than anyone they choose to love Don’t believe what they say in their poems I loved you because you would tempt...

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chances of me leaving home chances of me donning blues chances of me wearing a flight suit chances of me being chosen to carry the sports flag chances of me staying what chance do I have to find love chances of living a life apart from what I had known chances of being whistled...

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Through the dark, Their is a door, Where no one has ever been before, And through that door, Is something unknown, For we don’t know if it is home, My home is leaving, Through that door, Will they ever come back, That’s a question for, Oh they left, On to the next, Is there another door, It's so complex, If they come back, Will they need me less, Will they notice...

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The first week without you is an eternal bee sting Too much pain to talk Paralyzed from the waist down Confined to a lonely bed The pain lessens up like the rain But the swelling remains As big as a bowling ball, on each hand and kneecap Forcing me to crawl around like a deranged animal Only winning me pity The swelling reduces after...

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Never the morning new, resembles it's synonym Neither the nights twin themselves with one another Nor the dawn believes in self-same blunder The years too, alter themselves being aware of catastrophic thunder Change ain't new to nature Nor to human race, nothing to wonder! That one voice changes, in addition to those hairs Seldomly the structure remains same That...

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departure i touched her face then kissed her lips and stroked her tears as i turned away her hair was long i brushed it aside and we kissed again as never before i remember her tears on my fingertips and her lingering kiss on my lips encasing her forced smile i walked her to the waiting taxi hoping she would change her mind but somehow we...

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I think the bartender is a keeper, my odd friend Jan said. Wanting to take a peek myself, I replied “move your head!” He was as unusual as Jan, so I thought they might make a go. Let’s move closer to the bar I said. Sloth-like Jan moved really slow. The bartender was a chatterbox, he was full of...

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The swish of heaven, beneath in girl's Winter eyes — solo bird, she's large when seen by blue. She beats me, with her song — memory streaks the air childhood, womanhood with her song, she beats on me. I also have wings, heartbeats. Beneath my ruin, feathers. We chase feathers — a dress to look at, The bird say Winter's shadow where branches once spoke her...

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Micro Poem - 4/29/25 Seventeen Words ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wistful Winter flees on Pensive wings Leaving behind ephemeral ice Longs to taste warm sunlight - Inhale lilac’s perfume. ...

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