Confusion Relationship Poems | Examples

These Confusion Relationship poems are examples of Relationship poems about Confusion. These are the best examples of Relationship Confusion poems written by international poets.

The pages in your box
were never opened,
never flipped to let the light in.
The silence inside that box
spoke louder than words
it whispered of pain
hiding in every verse you never wrote.

I wonder if what you call love
was ever true love at all.
You left me
dancing in silence,
caught between a love that never lived
and a hate that never spoke its name.

The letters you never sent
are the ones that cut deepest.
I sit with them anyway
pains and tears spilling
down my cheeks,
searching for healing in empty paper.

If only your heart would unfold,
if only the words you buried
found their way to the page,
maybe we wouldn’t be here
living in pain,
dancing in the silence,
wandering through the dark.

So I have decided:
I will write my own letter.
I will seal my truth inside it.
And maybe one day,
you will open it,
read it,
and finally reply.

© George Lindsey  

She pretends it’s no big deal 

She wants to speak, you know 

Just trivial things, no big reveal 

But today is a day to tiptoe 

 

He pretends she’s no good anyway 

She’s really just too much, bro 

She is a silly goose every day 

But today is a day to tiptoe 

 

She pretends to be just friends 

Although this crush just won’t go 

She senses his shifts and trends 

So she knows today is a day to tiptoe 

 

He pretends nothing should be said 

As though his feelings shouldn’t show 

For him it is safer to tread 

So he knows today is a day to tiptoe 

 

She pretends that his handsome face 

Doesn’t affect her at the show 

She shoves it down with a little grace 

For today is a day to tiptoe 

 

 
He pretends it is better to be without 

Affairs of the heart just cause woe 

Being busy is a much safer route 

For today is a day to tiptoe

© Michele Holub  

The only time I feel alive
Is when I feel like Im about to die
Ive cried all the tears  I can cry
voice gone from asking why,
Holding hands running away
....No goodbyes
Lost together, losing ourselves 
Too proud to ask for help
Tired &  way more than shotout
Full of so much regret & doubt
Try to drown out all of the screams & shouts
Fighting and don't even know what its about
The silence is so. damn. loud...
Whispers of love try to get through to you, 
like we speak different languages 
And you can't comprehend 
No energy left to pretend 
..this can't be the end

© Molly Lamer  

She says I’m so fun,
then claims that we’re done,
she says she hates me,
then wants my babies.
first she wants her man,
then says, “Go use your hand.”
She stares at my eves,
then says I’m full of lies.

The aggravation…
the resignation…
I think I’ve had enough
of her bipolar love.
Bipolar love.

She dreams of houses,
then only grouses,
wants to show me off,
then snaps, “Just get lost.”
One day she’s a dream,
and the next only screams,
How do I deal with that?
In love with only half...

The real confusion…
the sad delusions…
I think I’ve had enough,
of her bipolar love.
Bipolar love.

I want to love her,
and not be disturbed,
hope she gets well,
but half the time it’s hell.
It this allright?
Am I justified?
This is not her fault…
but drives me up the wall.

Mishmash of feelings…
it leaves me reeling…
I think I’ve had enough,
of her bipolar love.
Bipolar love.

© David Welch  

     His days he spent pleasantly 
        as befit his soft upbringing
     running the family business
        counting the money pouring in
      leaving the real work to his brother

      One day their father passed – 
         deciding to attend the burial
       he was startled to see a rabbi presiding
          father was not Jewish, was he  

      Does that mean, he wondered – 
          could it be that I’m Jewish 
      But he dismissed the preposterous thought
          buried it deep in his conscience

© Gershon Wolf  

A bond like ours is like a bud,
Innocent with no identity to mud or blood.
A bud is small and delicate,
It describes our bond as I dedicate.

A flower bud is fragile and vulnerable,
Giving our bond a name is unreliable.
A bud has full potential for growth,
So is our bond and must be nurtured by both.

Let's not rush our friendship to the unknown,
Rather let's allow it to be grown.
I do care about you, I do like you,
But it's not to the point where it turns into love.

The words you spew ,
Only you know if they are true.
I only asked for a good time,
And you gave me a dish of grime.

My tongue may be coarse,
I say words with no remorse .
I just want to know our course,
Because what we are doing looks like force.

© Thandiswa Nonsasa Thwala   

Inspired by family dynamics. May you be blessed with good ones.

They are my family 
By Michelle Morris 
21/06/2025

They are my blood
They are my bone
They are the hearts 
I've always known 

They are the good
They are the bad 
They are the happy 
They are the sad

They are my hurt
They are my pain
They are the ones 
Who create shame

They are confusion 
They are the risk 
They are foundation 
They are the shift 

They are my hearth 
They are my home
They are my joy
They are my glow 

They are my family 
For better or worse 
They are love and light 
They are hate and curses

They can drive you crazy 
They can make life hell
They can save your life 
Create wishes and spells

So, remember your blood
Your marrow and bone
When family works well 
They'll forever be home 

© Michelle Morris, 2025

© Michelle Morris  

See’s clouds are beautiful,
Rolling, unique, and soft,

Her rain is toxic,
Poison leaving a dark matter on your forehead.

See’s mouth is sharp,
Destructive and kills the clouds,

Kills what once was beautiful.

Hope lives in the cracked mirror,
The one her father hadn’t loved,

Fill the cracks, let it scar,
But the clouds will roll beautifully again.

© Beth Dougherty  

Icebergs floated all around me –
frozen is no place to safely flee.
I fell down on an ice crystal,
then I heard you whistle
and felt myself turn towards bold
so I could leave this place so cold.

So many crevices and cracks.
Frigid ice coated my back.
A glacier's huge backhand
flew our memories to slush land.

As my shivers began to shake,
I felt my knees tremble and quake.
Love never knows its hold on tomorrow.
Days are not warm laced against sorrow.

Your repeat, sleety emotion
will not ease glacial commotion.
Frozen mist will not reinstall
your flaming, toasty love recall. 
I bear your gift of numb fraught,  
that will thaw in icebergs not.

© CayCay Jennings  

I am not a coward man de facto 
Who has lots of curiosity courageous
With full of consciences in mind
Having to retreat from girl strangers 

Who's looking for the Like-minded friends
Being young and pretty excels diamonds 
They're attractive to distinct genres of men 
And making them pride while being faint

I understand these be so-called romantic 
But I must decline with responsible reasons 
They may feel being treated ruthlessly
By me, en facto, being valued and respected 
With conscientious rooting in consciences

© Xuefeng Pan  

Feet glued to your welcome mat,
our fingers meshed like Velcro
and pieces of our shattered hearts
haphazardly taped together;
my tears and your fidgeting
weaken the adhesive,
yet, we do not—
can not—
move.

© Vaviana Young  

Am I good enough for love and happiness?

I love fiercely and honestly, with understanding and compassion.

I have been broken too many times to count or remember.

I always question and second guess everything, I can’t help that.

I’ve been lied too so much, I hardly trust myself with the feeling of love showed to me I can’t really tell or or trust my heart that it’s real.

I am broken and shattered. Trying to build myself back up. But I’m lost and unsure of what to do.

I am feeling like I’m falling in love, but am I just loosing myself even more?

All I’ve ever wanted is to be loved truly and unconditionally, like I have loved everyone else around me.

Am I worth even loving? Am I someone’s everything? Or is that just a false sense of hope?

Do I mean anything to anyone? Am I the reason someone wakes up and is happy? 

Or is this all in my head, the illusion of being wanted and loved. 


Mentally I’ve been broken down to the point I can hardly even recognize myself, let alone trust the feelings I am feeling. 

The one question that echos in my head daily and even minute by minute is this….

AM I GOOD ENOUGH

© Pamela Cordaro  

Actions speak louder than what we say,

A smile can mean more than a thousand words.

I watch how people move, how their true self.

The things left unsaid are often clearer.

Small details can speak louder than the sounds of birds.

It’s not what’s said, but what’s quietly done,

That shows the truth of the reason,

of what You try to hide

© Adonis perez  

Everywhere is not like home
Sorrow, sickness, fever 
Have you eaten yet. What is missing
Never heard of it like this
It's good that I have loved ones who care and ask
Everyday, have you eaten yet. How are you
Why we decided to come here out of concern
But why is it so empty
I can work. Never give up
But today seems to be disappointing
With what I have seen all around us
What is encouraging now is my loving wife.

© Hugo Sarvida Jr.  

I can't remember the last time
I can't remember the last look
I hear your voice in every rhyme 
It feels like I'm being hit in the head with a hook

I can't understand where I went wrong
I can't understand where we went wrong
The world feels broken but I know it's just me
And I'm the only one who can see

Maybe I was the real problem
Maybe you were blinded by love 
But I tried to solve them
But you still looked above

© Jazzlee Clark