Letting Go Poems - Poems about Letting Go

He loved her like the last day of autumn — knowing she'd leave, but holding on as if his hands could change the season. She wasn’t just a chapter — she was the entire book he never finished, because he kept rereading the parts where she smiled. He built a world around her absence, talked to her like she still listened in the silence of 3 a.m....

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Laying in a hammock Swaying back and forth Reminiscing long gone fun Remembering what was done. Sitting on a swing Poised above the ground In your eyes are tears About all the lost years. You can't fix the past But you can do this: Loathe? I don't think so Forgive your ex: let go!...

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A leaf lets go slow, dancing down through golden light— no fight, no regret. Even parting has its grace when the season knows its time. ...

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The feeling of letting go... Letting go of what became the new norm Letting go of my recent familiarities Letting go of work which I live for at the moment Letting go of control of what I seem to feel I have under control Letting go of that comforting feeling of friends being in the surrounds... Then I come to the...

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She wouldn't let the guilt warp her mind into believing its perception of her She knew who she was And she was is a girl who's been deeply hurt She knew deep down no one was coming to save her That she would have to see herself Hear herself And listen to her self The pain ached It felt...

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I do not know if I fear you, thank you, or hate you for hanging round. I fear I'd been somebody else who stands on solid ground. I thank you, cause you made me this, but I hate the reasons why. I fear it might just free my soul when you finally say goodbye. I hate you...

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"Don't let the scars in your heart and soul define who you will be in this life." Quote by _Constancet In order...

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Everything feels like it’s right, There’s no reason to take flight, Yet inside, it’s not quite right, Still feels heavy, not quite light. I said “yes,” or so I thought, But something keeps me standing still. I want to give You all I’ve got, Yet part of me resists Your will. You see me trying to let go, But there is still something below, A...

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I run after a shadow, not quite mine, but one I want to be. Perfect in my eyes, not so perfect in others’. Trying to change because of judgment you’d never expect. In fact, it is true people whisper and hate. But years will pass, and they will learn their own flaws are just as clear. We all chase shadows, sometimes close enough, but some dreams aren’t meant to catch and that’s how...

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I gave my heart, it bled so deep, Tried to hold on, but couldn’t keep, Nights were cold, tears fell like rain, Whispered low, let go the pain. I searched for love, but it slipped free, Flickers lost where light should be, Through all the hurt, I learned to see— Maybe sometimes you just gotta let it be....

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I see the shadow in your eyes, The quiet war you try to hide. Still, I stay, still I wait-- Drawn to every twist of fate. On a bed of thorns, I close my eyes, And count the tears I can't disguise. What do I hold, when your hands let go? What do I keep, when I already know? I can't breathe in,...

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I saw him in the corridor — my mind stopped for a moment, all my emotions rushing back, stunned, yet I kept walking. Once I was away, I crossed a wall — and broke down, tears flowing down my cheeks, words unsaid I couldn’t hold. I wanted to stay, to hold on to him, but I needed to go — to let go for my peace. I saw...

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I know you’re still trying to make sense of what happened. Maybe you won’t get all the answers, and maybe that’s not what you need right now. It’s okay to feel heavy this morning. It’s okay if you’re not okay. Letting go without having every reason doesn’t mean you’re giving up. It means you’re choosing...

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I watch him gathering days in arms, like handfuls of sand, spilling, pouring, into an hour-glass with never a grain lost. His voice, once sweet and melodious, cracked, now fed on adult's breath. His steps impress, they sink deeper into the dirt, confident and sure-footed with knowing. He no longer looks back to make sure I’m still there to care and watch. In fact, his furtive...

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Vice like grip unseen yet tight Pressure building through the night It bends the light distorts the sound A silent storm where pain is crowned My temples pulse in steady aches Like thunder’s growl before it breaks Yet in its grip a lesson found My mind is strong though pain is bound Then comes relief in a soft embrace A quiet calm with a...

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