Separation Poems - Poems about Separation

Her newborn girl wasn't given to her for the crucial skin to skin contact instead the nurses took the baby away and returned the daughter back to the mother- with a bottle, after a few hours. A close bond never formed between them conversations seldom occurred, time together was little spent. He was tied up with running his business rarely was at home with...

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My sweetest dear Whose eyes are my soul's elixir Five moons upon us As our dreams bend the stars That paddock full of wild flowers Now yields the softest grass My hands passing over those seeded heads As the wind sways them to you We meet there one day One day, any day , every day Finally that dream awoken Nervous hands with nervous eyes A...

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I hate that I hurt you. How could I? Tears were dropped with Our future inside. How could we know a certain forever would become an "It's enough"? Enough pain, enough never-ending loops of what we should do or what’s best. Fish biting tails. My insecurities drove you insane. Maybe insanity is what gave you patience and faith. My ups and downs, you got...

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no separation not explained not explainable can be obvious dissolving absent handholds ...

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Aquel sinsonte que se posaba en el balcon, apenas trina. Al no escuchar tú voz sutil cantando sin secar. Y esos rosales que ayer regabas con delirio, hoy se marchitan. Pues ya de ti no queda ni la fragancia de tu esencia en nuestro hogar....

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[Verse 1] I grew my farm roots beneath your starry-eyed loam In soils of silence where dreams slip by, lost and unknown But you were the willowing wind pulling you far away Took to the stars as if you never meant to stay. [Pre-Chorus] I’m buried deep in the earth’s embrace But you’ve spread your wings into the endless space We were worlds...

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the waters divide lovers are marooned one at head, other at heart between them looms desert of desire magnetism connects all scattered coordinates whispered in strobes of silence reassuring yet falling short of love’s tender embrace shape shifting soul slides into thought cessation transmuting as the space element whereupon as boundaries blur the two become one again...

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I see you an inch at a time, Filling the spaces left in the fence. Glints of gaudy, plastic play-jewels, A shimmer of hair trailing past as you run, The bright, berry-red of a...

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Cracking Glass Your mind fills like a glass Always taking never ask Never asking questions and never drawing lines Never turning forwards, just staring far behind You crack and break and bend and press You chase and burn and scratch but yet Walls crumble and never stand They’re built of rubble and pure clear sand You’re pushing and you’re turning Clear as shiny day You’re shoving...

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Separation Day: From Ashes to Unity Upon this day, the third day of May, hills recall their pain, When flames and fury swept across the land, Yet through the smoke, our prayers did remain - A hope for peace that violence could not brand. The morning’s grief, the silence of the fields, ...

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What is the nature of the affection you claim to possess for me when your expressions of love are accompanied by detachment, distance, and uncomfortable silences? I find myself engaging in internal monologues in an attempt to alleviate the emotional challenges that we vowed would never arise between us, akin to the familial dynamics we...

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If I were that scar above your rose tinted lips, of whom you keep picking and removing dead cellular dust, out of hatred that rises from your porous subcutaneous layer of insecurity, I probably would have bled more than you think. I couldn't have shed tears, possibly. But I've heard every little wound needs love to heal, And so will I- your dearest...

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A gaping wound pierces my heart in the shape of my be- loved. Someday it will scab over. Someday, far, far in the future, it will turn into scar tissue. I will rub it and it will be soft and smooth and comforting. It will be with me, in the shape of my love, for as long as I live....

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FYI BEFORE READ. this was made as a personal note to a stepsister i lost over time, this is more of a note then a true poem. but i felt the need to share. A sinner Was I born this way? Did I change after that night? Was I born as impure as I am now? or was...

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It came to me humbly and snatched my sleep, I then did go to the window and peep, My eyes were wet and my cheeks were red, As if- It was my very mind; which all these days was by me- Fed. It came and quietly vanished, As if- It could see the kingdom of a king banished, I felt it...

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