Long Breakups Poems
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My mom and dad loved one another
They said their “ I do’s” in ’37
then birthed two girls with their big brother
by their tenth Christmas in ’47.
Jovial times for the five of us
Three well-mannered kids, gifts from heaven
We had our holly Jolly Christmas
before Burl Ives in ’57.
Ten more years added two grandkids quick
when brother wed his sweetheart and friend.
Kids wait once more for Jolly St. Nick
Toys ‘neath the tree in ’67.
When next the decade finds me checking
I’m a wife, mother and aunt again.
This season three extras come decking
the Jolly halls in ’77.
We add a son. My oldest niece weds.
Her brother weds too, a Korean.
Fourth generation – two “great” girl kids
make Christmas rock in ’87.
Death takes its toll, both parents succumb.
Divorce claims two, four go to heaven.
New mates are found and babies still come
Four 'Jollys' had left us by 97.
No more gatherings of Jolly’s in sync
Nuptials and newborns increase our kin.
Breakups/adoptions buckle the links
that knot our gang, Christmas ’07
Moving ahead - ten more years outlined
Lots of fresh faces, some never seen
Thank God, for Facebook, pictures I find
Young Jolly green giants in ‘17.
Six more years pass changing the Jolly Tree
We see adoptions, babies, new mate, death.
Count: forty-six folks in year ’23.
In six generations, only two 'Jollys' left.
*My maiden name is Jolly which adds a lot of fun and joking especially at Christmas time.
Hollywood couples in their own dramatic way
Are like characters in a Shakespearean play
To be or not to be
That was the question you see
When they first met on the set of the "Anthony and Cleopatra" movie
But it was double double toil and trouble
When their romance began to bubble
She was a beautiful and glamorous star
Admired by fans from near and far
But their relationship was like a war
Leaving them wounded,with emotional scars
He loved his women and his booze
Painkillers is what she liked to use
They both seemed to have the blues
They would have nasty breakups
Then he would buy her million dollar diamonds to make up
Though his love for her was deep
She was not his to keep
They got married , then divorced
Then they remarried, of course
that one ended too, just like the first
He played many parts in his career in showbiz
But the best part he ever had was being married to Liz
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Richard Burton And Elizabeth Taylor
The shock of betrayal
left you devastated,
and angry with the whole world.
But forgiveness is a part of love:
a truth gleaned from failed relationships.
Love is elastic;
and it can stretch beyond past mistakes
while leaving plenty of room for self.
The choices we make are ours:
yet the lessons learned belong to fate.
You're but a half soul, wandering through life
seeking to find
your missing half.
Hope can outshine the brightest sun,
painting life with a rainbow of light.
And love fuels a kaleidoscope of colors
that feel like magic,
fulfilling forever dreams.
Breakups are painful, but not fatal,
heartaches fade with time:
and there will come a day,
when you'll find what you are looking for, and more.
young girls not quite women yet
standing in bathroom mirrors
like they owe someone an apology
for taking up space.
disappointing breakups—
boys with empty mouths
saying nothing, meaning less,
walking away like they were never there.
trying to stay relevant
in a world that chews youth
and spits it out early,
asking for personal appearances
before you even know who you are.
too thin,
too fat,
too short,
too tall—
the measuring tape wrapped tight
around a breathing soul.
the brutal truth
is too hard to bear:
they will never stop judging,
never stop pointing,
never stop selling you
the idea that you are unfinished.
but the jokes on them—
none of them matter.
not their noise,
not the mirrors,
not their perfect straight teeth,
not their mouths full of self disappointment.
you will be successful
the moment you stop asking permission
to exist.
follow the voice in your head—
the quiet one,
the stubborn one,
the one that keeps getting up
after everything knocks it down.
it will lead you back home,
and home
was never their approval
to begin with.
In current times, breaking up is often referred to as a slow-motion breakup, or as the new generation might say, "pulling back." The lyrics of songs reflect the sentiment that breaking up is challenging, though it is approached differently today.
Whenever I approached two to three years into a relationship,
I recall sensing the gradual shift or withdrawal occurring,
Their tone of voice intensified,
Their smiles became less genuine,
And those familiar words, "I will call you later,"
Many therapists today observe that individuals often overlook warning signs in relationships. As a therapist, it is essential to recognize that love can cloud judgment, and emotions can distort rational thinking.
Luckily for some of us, we got out, and we rose again,
We became stronger loveless women, guarding our hearts with everything we got
Who was to say that it was Eve's fault, the serpent the manipulator?
No wonder in a world like our men are only loving each other’s
Two-of-a-kind stick to their own.
In current times, breaking up is often referred to as a slow-motion breakup, or as the new generation might say, "pulling back." The lyrics of songs reflect the sentiment that breaking up is challenging, though it is approached differently today.
In conclusion, be mindful when deciding whom to trust with your emotions.
Threads of Time Unwoven
In the weave of what was, a love like a storm,
We tangled our souls in a fierce, fleeting form,
Your curls in my grasp, like vines claiming the light,
Roads that we roamed under infinite night.
Coffees at dawn, whispers of faith in the steam,
Songs in our skin, wild seas in a dream.
We mirrored the divine, opposites true,
Known from the cradle of stars, me and you.
Yet storms carve the canyons where rivers run deep,
Breakups like thunder, the harvest we reap.
The ache is the seed, sown in sorrow's dark soil,
Pain as the plow, turning turmoil to toil.
We teased at the edges of God and the unseen,
Trusted the tide when the heart turned routine,
Now echoes remind us, what fit like a glove
Was lesson in losing, in pushing for love.
Wise heart, look forward, where fragments take flight,
The future a canvas, not chained to the night.
From this hollow, new blooms will unfurl in the spring,
Gardens of grace that the wild winds will bring.
You'll walk unalone, with the moon as your guide,
Conversations with self, where deep rivers abide.
What felt like an end was the spark of the dawn,
Love circles eternal, and you carry it on.
In time's gentle mercy, the opposites blend,
Your story a chapter, not fracture, but friend.
Rise to the horizon, with faith as your flame,
The whole of the heart whispers, you're worthy of claim.
@---->----
The love you give will not always be the love you receive
This is one of the risks engraved in the pattern of love
A brisk walk through history will show us love’s dilemma
Breakups and shake-ups
All that matters is that you wake up and
Understand that everything is for a season!
Pushing yourself beyond the borders of time
Will give you a reason to appreciate life and
Understand the orientations of purpose!
The abundance of emotion
Like silver and gold
Will teach you the accuracy of being bold while
Pushing yourself beyond the difficulty and knowing that
Every aspect of love is a glimpse into the dark and the light!
The love you give will not always be the love you receive
This is one of the risks engraved in the pattern of love
A brisk walk through history will show us love’s dilemma and
Reveal that love does not always return the same way!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Breakups and shake-ups
All that matters is that you wake up and
Understand that everything is for a season!
Pushing yourself beyond the borders of time
Will give you a reason to appreciate life and
Understand the orientation of purpose!
The love you give will not always be the love you receive
The love you give will not always be the love you receive
This is one of the risks engraved in the pattern of love
A brisk walk through history will show us love’s dilemma
The abundance of emotion
Like silver and gold
Will teach you the accuracy of being bold while
Pushing yourself beyond the difficulty and knowing that
Every aspect of love is a glimpse into the dark and the light!
The love you give will not always be the love you receive
This is one of the risks engraved in the pattern of love
A brisk walk through history will show us love’s dilemma
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
What happens when someone falls out of love?
Is there a single, frozen in amber, sanctimonious moment when
you decide you’re too good for whomever - the falling-out moment
- where imperfections are revealed like a magic trick?
“Huh,” you find yourself saying, “Weren’t you cuter, half-an-hour ago?
Or is it a slow, drip, drip, drip Chinese-water-torture-like seepage?
Maybe breakups are written in the stars, you know, Mercury drifts into
retrograde and suddenly there’s empty air where your lover used to be.
I’m not in a breakup, but I like to be prepared - these are just questions.
like
Isn’t every male whale a sperm whale?
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A song for this:
If I Didn't Have You (Live) by Tim Minchin
Fornification is my sin and I can't put down my hands because I confess this to Him and He is a merciful Lord of Hosts, but I vow...I'll not be married or be in another relationship again due to my many breakups and heartaches alike
Owning up to my name and I am proud of my fame, though it didn't give me fortune
Racing up and down the road with my favourite bicycle
None of your business - come over here and be mine, bae and I will make you feel on fleek
In and out of me, I need a fix and my bones are rattling from the pop music that is therapeutic to all aspects of my life
Feeling myself on beat...feeling myself in rhythm...feeling you in adoration's admirable atmosphere without fear...without the shedding of tears
I love you forever and ever...no one is gonna take you away from me...maybe, I'm obsessed and my head is in the clouds as always
Can't stand the silence between us...there's the truth behind lies...we are on the same rowdy bus...don't wave your casual goodbyes...
And I'm sorry for committing fornification... the frustration is regretable and unstable, but I am able to heal slowly, but surely...
Tension is here...I can feel it...listen! Pay attention...lust and passion are my downfalls and I have not ignored His calls...
Isolating myself was my coping mechanism for far too long...I can't even show my face in public because I'm outlandish and unique...I'm afraid to be judged wrongly...I felt all the emoticons on your iPhone...
Oh, it did go over my head...you are living your life in South America...but we are very similar...I loved Skype Calling you - it was such an awesome experience, but it ended abruptly because I reflect weirdness and I'm awkward as hell on Mount Everest...I'm stronger than I realize, I'm not alone and I'm not a failure...I will fight with my might to fight the urges that led to my one and only ugly, deceiving sin - fornification
Nothing can undo the past...the urges come back to attack; alas, God has my back