For me writing these poems was very healing. I hope reading them will help someone heal or at least know they’re not alone.
“Breakups” Collection
I think a lot of us have experienced that weird stage in a relationship where you aren’t officially dating, but you’re more than just friends. The following poems are poems I’ve written based on my experiences in that stage.
Pictures
They say the way to know
what someone will miss is to pay attention to
what they take pictures of.
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They say it hurts the most to realize
they never took pictures of you.
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But what they never talk about is
how badly it hurts to realize
you’ve lost each other and
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they always took pictures of you.
It Goes in Spurts
Someone will say your name
but they won’t be talking about you.
Then suddenly I’m the one talking and thinking about you.
Other times I’ll feel fine and feel content
and like it’s finally over
and then someone always goes and says your name.
Over you
We went from cuddles to cold shoulders,
from looking at Christmas lights to changing contacts,
from crying together to crying alone.
Talking about our dreams to following them alone,
falling asleep on FaceTime to forgetting to call,
from texting everyday to being left on read.
Laughing at our jokes to somber faces,
driving me everywhere to me driving alone to your house,
saying hi to not even acknowledging each other.
Taking pictures together to looking at the pictures alone,
always coming to me to going to the girl we both hated,
from sharing gossip to being the topic of the gossip.
Fighting for me to fighting with me,
from silly arguments to deal breaking fights,
being so sure about the future to questioning it for each other,
from please don’t go to I guess you have to.
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From always telling the truth to constant lying,
from leaving town to secretly staying,
#1 best friends on snapchat to unadding me.
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And to think I thought you were different.
Over you: part 2
The talk around work is that you found a new girl.
I hear you even shop at the other grocery store.
your last minute decisions had a lot of consequences.
I can’t say I’m sorry for you,
but I definitely don’t know what to say.
Personal Growth Collection
These poems are ones I’ve written to acknowledge some of the intense feelings or experiences a lot of people could have.
Strong
What’s so good about being strong?
You’re never born strong,
it comes with experiences.
You’re strong too late
and then
you’re strong too soon.
We are born with our guard down
and then something happens
and we put the guards up.
We become what society’s version of strong is,
then with the blink of an eye,
the someone we’ve always needed
comes into our life
when our walls are at their highest.
It takes power from each side to
chip away brick by brick to even
see through the smallest crack
to get the slightest glimpse of each other.
because after all you were strong too soon
so now you have to use that strength
to be naive again.
The tree
I always loved willow trees.
I loved seeing it flow freely.
The willow began to grow older,
and I was aging.
Time passed and the tree started to die.
As the tree faded,
I started to feel an internal healing.
Both the tree and I
were tired of weeping.
Childhood
I’m so very broken.
I have little to none childhood memories
and the ones I do remember are always the ones of me playing a game that was designed to take you some where else,
like barbies or dress up.
A few of my memories are just situations some good, some bad.
I maybe have one handful of memories with you in them good and bad.
Other memories are just guesses.
I’ve seen a picture and made a guess of how that event was.
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Although the more I think,
the more I realize this makes me, me.
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Maybe it’s not that I’m broken,
but that through all of this
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I’m made whole.
In a lifetime Collection
I feel these poems can help soothe the stress of life. Perhaps they will add a greater meaning to some of the things we don’t always think so deeply about.
Changes to the past
You can’t rewrite history,
that’s no mystery
the past is in the past.
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Nothing can change that.
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Unless of course you don’t look back.
The only way to go backwards
is to go forwards.
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Change the past
by making
a better future.
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Therefore you start to see
the past you want to see.
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To go backwards you must go forward.
Blink
It’s weird how when I look forward to a year in my life in the future it feels so far away. Take 50 for example, I feel like I could fill 5 eternities with the time it will take me to turn 50. Honestly even the age 21 seems so naively far away.
But then I look at my life from a bird’s eye view and realize everything is so close together and we really don’t have as many eternities as we think.
We blink and we’re turning 21,
then with another blink we’re 50,
soon enough a third blink and we are on our death beds.
And the even weirder part is how you have no idea how far you make it into life before you blink and see death waiting outside your bedroom window.
That’s the scariest part. How we could get so caught up in the length of time and feelings of eternity we have and not focusing on the life itself we have. And then…
blink.
Cosmos in my womb
Everything has a meaning; like it or not.
Meanings mean the world to everything.
Did I say world?
Universe seems more fitting.
The universe makes the small even smaller.
The universe is the mother of all life forms.
By that logic every mother or woman
has the power to create
a universe.