Separation Poems - Poems about Separation

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 jewels, Sun-soaked curls left behind in your wake, A wet, robin red on your knee when you fall. I’ve not seen your face, But I see it in sounds coming over the fence, Humming while filling your teapot with dirt, Calling to friends that...

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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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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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