Separation Poems - Poems about Separation

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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There you are -Filled with the brightness of your beautiful face, And men who run behind your beauty like a rat-race, And here I am - Alone in the dark, Singing for you like a lone skylark. My world is dark without you, I am in love with you like others-too, But I also value your attitude, For which I have always...

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My knees wear the dirt like a second skin, bruised to the bone, bright as bitten apples. You press your thumb to my wrist, her laughter, once light, now flickers in the air— a kiln and the clay, forever bound. But the kiln runs cold, the clay cracks wide, her voice, once honey-thick, now thins to thread. She curls inward, brittle as...

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I want to rewind and not change, Stay and hold on to the days when your name felt like home. When our conversations were not careful, When love wasn't something to be attenuated, But something that simply was. I'm surviving the silence you left behind, Trying to fill the gaps with memories, Tricking myself, saying time can walk backward, Can undo the unraveling,...

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If I never grow up I won't lose the piece of me That was once a part of you....

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LOSS BEGS THE QUESTIONS How many nights have you cried yourself to sleep How many days have you wondered why Are your Hopes and dreams intact Are your memories clouded Does anger fill your soul Does uncertainty stalk your steps Does your heart ache Is your heart broken Is your play still filled with imaginative fun Is your future bright Do you wish things were...

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Separation, dissatisfaction, and suffering.. The separate-you belief Is synonymous with Dissatisfaction and suffering.. And with beliefs Of separate future lives.....

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It ended as it began. Not with an exclamation But with a sigh A soft exchange A parting of hearts Us turned to you and I ...

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Our love was about a third of the way to its end. But how could we have known that, my friend? So, we kept going merrily along, thinking that nothing could ever go wrong, till our love was about a third of the way from its end, my friend. ...

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One among the eight heroine types keen (utkanthita) to end separation (viraha) from her beloved ____________________ My eyes long for one glimpse of thy visage That eludes me like a mirage, My arms ache imagining thy embrace When will I see thou face to face? All I desire, thy touch bereft for long, O come, enliven the lonely notes of my song, Come,...

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I feel it, I always do the silence before you hang up the last day before I see you again the emptiness of the word night after you wish me goodnight. I feel it, I always do the warmth that stays after your hug your heartbeat when we hold hands the ache of missing you before...

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