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namannagarhere Aug 2018
Break Up Poems
Poems about Breakups. When two people are intimate with each other, this is the highest level that a relationship can reach. Whether or not the breakup is desirable, one thing is for sure, it will make a monumental difference in the lives of the people involved. Poetry about a breakup is likely to contain intense pain, anger, and sadness. In a close relationship, man and woman become like one. When the relationship is dissolved it may feel like your body is being ripped in half.
Break up poem for namannagarhere . After breakup namannagarhere very said
c Jan 2018
In Morning

I found recluse in the

Skin between your fingers

And the sweetness of your breath

Your touch like heavy wind

Meeting wave with rock

Now

Night

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c
A relationship I had a while back ended as swiftly as it began, like a bout of heavy wind rippling into a wave. Imagery of day & night used. Wrote this for a creative writing class I took as a freshman in college.
Sia Irfan Jun 2015
In the midst of a crowd,I saw him from afar..
And suddenly,just like that..A wound appeared on my heart..



Everytime,I looked at him,I felt more wounds appear,
I guess I grew addicted to the pain,as I fell for him..right then and there..



I bled and I hurt...I nearly died from all of the pain..
But still...My eyes managed to always travel back to him again...



Ofcourse,he never looked at me...he didn't know I existed..
And every urge to look at him,I frequently resisted..



I tried to avert my gaze,but my feelings won everytime..
And I never spoke of what I'd felt..As if it was a crime..



A million whispers unspoken..A thousand confessions unheard..

And my heart withered everytime, he didn't notice a single word..



It pained me to look at him,It pained me to look away..
It pained me to not be able to tell him,all that I had to say..



And even if I'm on my knees, and my survival has no chance..
I'd give up everything for the sake of just one more glance..



Another glance..Another wound..I can feel my blood ooze,
But if living on..means living without you,then I must kindly refuse



He is my poison, He is my cure..
He is the very blade that'll **** me..but for him.I'll endure



Another **** on my heart,as I watch him move across the room..
and I can feel it all around me..I'm about to meet my doom..



He walks over and asks"Have I seen you before?"
I feel another sharp pang on my chest..I can tell..I can't take it anymore..



I try to open my mouth,but I feel myself stop breathing..before I even dare..
His love..in the end..was too much for me to bear.



And I leave, just like that..before I could tell him ,why I had scars on my heart..
Before,I could even,tell him I'd loved him truly..my soul silently departs..
Jazmine Moore Apr 2015
I'm chasing your memory in my dreams only to discover I overslept.
Fantasies far from fake kisses
Causing cardiac arrest as I'm reluctantly reaching for a sense of reality that has simply wandered away willfully.
Desperately dreaming of days spent running to no end.
What a life..
Inconceivable love flowing from my fingertips only because I would rather show you how much I love you than speak it a million,
Times I spent beautifully shaming myself for the restless nights praying for your call creating nocturnal patterns all for a taste of your kiss,
Me one more time so I can prove this theory in my head is more than a theory; that it is true.
Lifelessly lusting your love throughout the night causing me to delightfully dance in your arms, only to wake up to find your love has evaporated.
Jazmine Moore Apr 2015
Loving you is like trying to breathe life into something already dead.
Jazmine Moore Oct 2014
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I'm chasing your memory in my dreams only to discover I overslept..
Fantasies far from fake kisses
Causing cardiac arrest as I'm reluctantly reaching for a sense of reality that has simply wandered away willfully,
Desperately dreaming of days spent running to no end.
Jazmine Moore Jul 2014
Ironic how the only thing to sober me up is the intoxication tasted from your mouth...
and funny how the all of the words I wish to say outloud spew from my mind onto this paper but when you look at me, I'm speechless.
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