Short Split Up Poems

Short Split Up Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Split Up by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Split Up by length and keyword.


Tears

For weeks she thought 
After they split up 
That she had left 
Several things behind 

He found them 
On the very first day 
In the corners 
Of his eyes
© Cj Krieger  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Math Riddle

What kind of jaded, jackass jerk'll
ask smugly with a smile and smirkle,
diagonals to think upon,
and an inscribed polygon,
while gazing on a split-up circle.
Form: Limerick

Obama - O'Namah

Papua New Guinea's answer to US President Obama
Was the 2011 duo that we liked to call O'Namah
They gave us two GG's, two PM's, two CJ's and much drama
But come election time they split-up, what a bummer!
Form: Clerihew

Premium Member American Tragedy

Courtship
                Tender Delicate
             Loving Adoring Caring
     Unity Harmony Crack Dissonance
             Lying Blaming Framing
                Bitter Destructive 
                     Split-up
Form: Diamante

A Haiku Poem On Reactions of Relationship

(1)
Split up all at once
instantaneous patch up
to kiss and make up

 (2)
Ideas not matching
lack of trust and loyalty
break up relation

 (3) 
Split up relation
rejuvinating lost love
leave at the altar

(By Kishan Negi)
Form: Haiku


Keep Searching

Keep Searching

                                     surrounded by ash
                                sun is blotted out no light
                                 split up north south west


					                                SunshineWilliams
Form: Haiku

Curses

Curse him, the French man
that resides inside my head
screams for sweet revenge

Curse her, the lewd woman
that resides inside my head
so scared to lose him

Curse me, curse myself
can't reconcile the spirit
that is divided

Curse me, curse myself
I reside inside my head
split up, messed up head
Form: Haiku

Premium Member DIVORCE

Dad and mom have split up
I am torn who I should live with
Vicious arguments - some of which were violent
Often occurred when dad was drunk
Reality is he is a great dad when he's sober
Child care for me is now their priority
Everyone suffers when parents divorce
Form: Acrostic

Whirlwind of Hate

i'm caught up in this world
where no one thinks i'm great
neither can i do something great with my life
even my dear friend thinks i'm good for nothing
may be that's the reason i feel good 
everytime we split up for something
i'm living in the whirlwind of hate
i only have my talents to console me
in the depths of my solitude

The Man Who Is Silent

The man who walks on
Calzada De Los Muertos, speaks
only in Spanish.
“… in the remains of yesterday
rain a bit of Moon is shining.
Ice too much ice. And the time is
somehow split up into tomorrow and
into tomorrow. And the love, oh,
love is…”
The man goes on.
Yes.

Yonder, on the alley of birds,
a couple is speaking into gold.

Premium Member A Split

And in the end, we split up.
The dream immediately faded.
How many castles have we erected together, my dear?
What happened to the stories we'd been told?
The tremor of longing is as strong as ever.
Mumbling might be heard all through the night.
I am uncertain, and we grieved a poem.
How many tears have you shed, sweetheart?
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.

Numb

Green eyes, shaggy hair
Split up lips that gasp for air 
Twenty beers and a lawn chair

Mother left, brother died
Doesn't know where he'll sleep tonight
Twenty beers on ice

The sharp whistle of a train
Brings to mind his bro again
His little bro, his best friend

At night he's gone 
No sign till dawn
Just Twenty empty bottles on the lawn

By Kyle Ezra Kriticos

Premium Member Let it be

The Beatles split up so subtly and suddenly,  
They branded Yoko with the blame. 
But it's still a mystery.

Outside the Dakota, Lennon was slain.
He would have said love is still the answer
but hate prevailed that day.

Decades later, the assassin is still in jail.
Mother Mary whispered to me
Let it be, let it be, let it be, but to no avail.

Premium Member Ruined People

A jigsaw throw of sad and wrecked people. To find their way through a group of stories. Left a stream that was picked by a needle. A jigsaw throw of sad and wrecked people. Sharp cracks on focus split up the evil. Bizarre self-reflection and true glories. A jigsaw throw of sad and wrecked people. To find their way through a group of stories.
Written: May 27, 2023
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Triolet

Premium Member My Inner Voice Told Me So

Listen to poem:
At the end of the meal we shared,
my participle principles split my jeans,
when you called me to split the bill!
What about the banana-split you had for dessert? 
You split-up spilled friend?
Or the soggy split pea soup you
asked me to boldly forgo, 
for the aperitif? 
The tiff began and ended
with the present and past-principles
of split personalities, 
listening to their inner voices 
with split-end infinitives.

Premium Member Breakup Before Valentine's Day

It is wonderful that you unilaterally
Decided to split up with me
Before Valentine’s Day
I am elated to make the following announcement: 
The cake will be shared with my friends
The chocolate will be given to my cats and dogs
The candles will be donated to the church
My lovely mother will receive two bouquets
Of flowers and tomorrow morning
I will place three of your twelve roses
On my beloved father’s grave
And yes, we will have a blast without you.

Hebert Logerie

Please Tell Me

Please tell me you don’t love me
Tell me you don’t need me
My heart has been broken
And it’s braking really easy
Please tell me I’m not the one
Tell me I’m not the reason
I know you’re not happy
You can really stop pretending
Please tell me you’re on your way
Tell me there’s nothing left to say
I’m jus waiting to brake down crying
Every minute of everyday
So please tell me I was once loved
Tell me I had your kisses and hugs
Tell me you had the love of your life
We changed so we gotta split up
Form: Lyric

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