Divorce Parents Poems

Devastated
Individuals
Vowing love now departing
Over time
Reconciliation
Comes with
Eternal peace for all....

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The lump in my throat compelled me to believe.

that once there was a time of festiveness,

which has now turned into a vicious rhythm.

The unrealized desires...

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Divorce is not flight nor sacrifice
It's closer to a bonfire of half of me 
It’s not disowning mothers for elation

Divorce is unnatural among parrots
Parents come...

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Inspired by a moving storyline in a show. There is no greater loss than the loss of a child. The only thing worse is how...

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She grabbed at the quarter full pop bottle neck, 
cream soda from Marsh’s,
and held like a truncheon, in the harshest
of voices 
produced an otherworldly sound,...

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Here is your new stepfather.
Lucky you!
We are in love.
He will love you like he loves me!
The child is two, he does not quite understand.

Here are...

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Absence of a Sibling

I always imagined you’d call me
Want to spend time, Sunday dinner
All meet up for a birthday, Christmas
Just thought you’d pop in, child...

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A broken Home is
Not only when parents got divorce
Nor when one parent died.
It is a broken Home 
When both parents are alive but there's no...

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Someday

When I grow up, 
I want to be... like my father. 
He serves in the military, 
and helps other people 
around the world. 
He fights...

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They say Marriage is a 50/50 love, yet
at its end I became that lonesome dove.
Seeing I was outnumbered, I slowly caved into 
her marital masquerade,...

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oblivious

we are oblivious to it all, the death, the lies, the cries of nature and spirits among mankind, powerful sweet repose we will regret our...

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i'd always been taught that everything happens for the best,
that it's all meant to be, that everything i see, hear about,
feel, and what-have-you comes from...

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Mush-mellows and Cream

Sweet cream and butter, 
sugar, milk and eggs, 
the treat to eat, 
and no one knows, 
the secret. 

“Mush” is a funny plant,...

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The Dark

If I were a color, I think I would be pink. 
It is soft and sweet, the smell, the kindest treat. 
Perhaps not…
If I...

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Holding head down he simmers in anguish
Scribbling restless shapes in red crayon
Concealing bitterness of a child forlorn.

At a tender young age he knows of divorce
Custody...

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