Severed Poems - Poems about Severed

...What do I do, my soul inquires, abandoned in the shadow of the moment, When the call to move forward is incessantly declared wrong. My options are as hazy as dreams shattered at the dawn of day, M......Read the rest...

...Unrequited Love I fall in a brink of forcing myself not to love? This forced action is beyond what most think is possable? If ever been in love it's hard to shake but true love that you've lived mos......Read the rest...

...My voice is filled with broken tremors, As I describe the layers of my pain. Each breath blows out the bitter emptiness, And I hear myself going insane. I interact with demons I battle, And......Read the rest...

...why would you why would you not no daisies involved just driving self crazy I don't know I don't know like the ticking of the clock nothing known or not emptying of sand from hand slipping t......Read the rest...

...2/4/23 No ifs ands or maybes Daily I'm seeing hatred People still extremely racist Meanwhile food and materials being wasted I understand the messages these mummies meant Continually mon......Read the rest...

...two children chest-tight these ties to her life severed in no man’s land fruit plucked from family tree overdose of suffering ......Read the rest...

...The end was not a surprise. These last few weeks are like a prize. But then you become more confused. When your suffering, we can’t refuse, To deny you tranquility. You are a precious kitty. We......Read the rest...

...Almost everyday there's another problem And I don't gotta therapist to help me solve them I don't tell no one this, but when I was young and blitz I'd cry alone and watch the flowers blossom I ......Read the rest...

...Your indifference is the abandoned torch that scours old bridges, Hiding in shadows the echoes of each tremulous and cold step. Your wounds, coppery reliefs that lure me dishonorably, Urge me to e......Read the rest...

...Breath Life begins not when we exit our mother’s womb, not when we are severed from our mother’s body. Life begins with a gentle tap from a stranger. We gasp, we begin to breath. And so, li......Read the rest...

... The trees are beginning to turn inward towards sleep and are letting go of leaves dressed in their funereal finery of yellow, orange and red. They fall like severed wings. The heavy shade ......Read the rest...

...A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else—John Burroughs Blame Underneath a belt of stars in stratosphere’......Read the rest...

...Olivia does not shapeshift into an owl she is never not one, her hooting is real shapeshifters can separate their animal personas Olivia does not attempt it; their connection cannot be severed th......Read the rest...

...Words I came by a couple of my forgotten friends today. They are words, Mowing and Scythe. It’s about sixteen years! How heartily we relished our time together! Scythe accompanied me, resid......Read the rest...

...Lust, the phantom hand that clipped our wings, cracks a smile as we tumble like raindrops cascading through blankets of nimbostratus clouds, exiled to this rugged stone laden labyrinth We......Read the rest...