Breakup Sad Poems | Examples
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Breakup, Internet Style
Your emails are deleted as fast as sent.
On my cell’s contact list, you don’t exist.
I burn your face over and over again
Until only charred memories remain.
You’re on the internet with that other person,
In real time, abusing my emotions.
Then, wanting me back to satisfy your ego,
Just to see me as a butt-end joke on social media
(But that isn’t going to happen).
Your asinine tactics putrefy my stomach;
Your condescending words make me vomit.
From one to ten, you’re like yesterday’s text,
A purged message flushed down the toilet.
And so you try
Until you cry
That one who you knew was right
And you explain
And alas in vain
You find that they weren't right.
Your pain is yours
Their pain is theirs
The pain is one
But never shared.
Bodies stretch
And flesh is teared
And blood is spilled
And you're not spared
Because the blackness
In our soul
Is the fungus all along,
And the reason to keep fighting
Has been spread out all alone.
And so you try
Until you cry
That one who you knew was right
And you explain
And alas in vain
You find that they weren't right.
Your pain is yours
Their pain is theirs
The pain is one
But never shared.
Bodies stretch
And flesh is teared
And blood is spilled
And you're not spared
Because the blackness
In our soul
Is the fungus all along,
And the reason to keep fighting
Has been spread out all alone.
withered bouquet feeling wretched even my flowers died.
Mysterious as the night,
Shadowy figure of towering height,
Eyes of black, perhaps contrite,
He walks in starlight.
The night is fine,
As the oaks intertwine.
From a window of mine,
I watch him pass the vine.
Sleep is not imminent,
In this hour of discontent,
When thoughts won't relent.
I am anguish. I am torment!
The clock says three.
Nightingale sings in tree.
In my soul, there's little harmony.
In my heart is a plea.
When red sun's gone down,
Sometimes Arthur haunts the town.
In silence we drown.
Torn wedding gown!
Tear-stained envelope, left by the deceased,
Sorrowful words inscribed to whomever,
Expressed dolefully by our local priest,
Tender dove, thought she would fly forever,
Artist, pianist, songstress and clever,
Despondency plagued, her records had shown,
Hanging caused her death, physically known,
Though her mental state is what had killed her,
Her recent breakup, she said o'er the phone,
It remained hard for her to recover.
2019 December 26
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Noon. The sun has spurned the moon.
Heartbreak? No, it is too soon.
Breathless in sweltering June,
At a place lover's remnants are strewn.
Seasons. Come and go like he.
Strange feeling he never knew me.
With this he would disagree...
Has the sky never met the sea?
Noon. And trapped in the moment.
Heart dismiss mind's dissent.
Flowers waft overpowering scent.
Tell me where our future went.
Lost. Quite as in daydreams.
Lost amid dazzling sunbeams;
And caught between extremes.
Lakes hiss and give off steam.
No shadows. Who knows where they go?
The same region as rainbows?
Or to sweep the sky as crows,
With no thought of once ago?
The late-afternoon sun crouches behind me,
daubs my shadow across the pale concrete of the ground,
a black brushstroke stretching on an ink-brush painting,
towards where you’re standing,
deep in thought, turned away.
So my shadow spills up your legs,
the small of your back,
your nape,
until my head is on yours,
shadow nuzzling hair,
black on black,
a smudge,
like a bad painting.
The closest contact we have these days.