Best Separation Poems

When love is torn asunder and there is nothing left but dissent,
a lover's heart will be shattered, mortally wounded and rent.
In a relationship that was once held as sacred and eternal,
sorrow takes a heavy toll on the one left behind, and infernal
flames of grief scorch...

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During the Civil War, the Mason Dixon Line 
Divided North from South, separating families
In 1961 guard towers were erected
On the Berlin Wall, separation strategies

Although the Berlin Wall was finally torn down
The Great Wall of China remains a monument
Created to protect the Chinese Empire
Keep out nomad...

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What, if any, shall my love be; if tho is not there in the meadow of our season? Will our love wilt as flowers do in the burning sun without thy water to sip into its roots? Shall we not meet by the tree in...

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I stare through the rear window as 
the car begins to move away  
With tears running the gamut of my 
Face my body trembling and wet with 
Sweat 
I choke with anger as the contempt
For this separation grows deep
I wail and I wail 
It...

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to be so far apart
in so many different ways
brings a hunger to my heart
a sorrow to my soul.
'twas fate dictated our destinies
that we were to be starcrossed 
in love.

bittersweet is our portion,
though we did fleetingly taste
of intimacy's pleasures.
that is the one memory we can cling...

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Family gathers
                               Apart too long, Covid struck
        ...

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Person of my past
Has come back to me
But with a cost
Memories flooded
And dissolving me
I am in pain
But she still talks
Seemingly unnoticed
To my emotions
I stand in fear
Of her steady words
Where will they lead
To the reason
Of our eventual
Separation…
The pain still hurts
I must tell her
Goodbye

Russell Sivey

Entrant into Debbie...

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Dying on the inside,
withered tears falling on fallow hope
Bittersweet memories
rooted in moist pain of barren joy

Too many loving words left unsaid,
drowning silence
suffocates every wet pillow thought
Echoes of emptiness
from a weak heartbeat half-dead

Lonely fetal prone vibration
is the womb resonance of separation
Premature parting 
births an untimely mute...

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It is important we know this eternal truth,
that our earthly lives may be linked but not our deaths!
you may have special memories from early youth,
but one has to watch the other take the last breath!

you will for sure shed tears of separation, grief,
fear future prospect...

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The day you brought me a Bird of Paradise,
         a rare flower which imbibed sun’s blushing orange glow,  
             and aquamarine blue from ocean’s...

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She grabbed at the quarter full pop bottle neck, 
cream soda from Marsh’s,
and held like a truncheon, in the harshest
of voices 
produced an otherworldly sound, GETOUT!!
“Give me a chance” and he stepped forward.
Stood aside her I moved towards 
“****ing try it” 
I’d never seen those...

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We played 
Scrabble until the word Bali came up-
and you were gone.

That night
your pillow
smelled of ocean breezes, coconut and
heliconia.
When you came back-
I want to be free.

I built a body balloon
around you
and filled it with helium.
I let out the tether 
and you went up and up
and...

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Peter Perkins loved tasty pumpkin, in pies, in puddings and etcetera;
Which filled their house with tempting smells, so said his wife, Elena.

Beloved Elena was a splendid cook, to which fond Peter could attest,
With hand over his crimson heart, like rouge sun dyeing in the west.

The...

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I'll let you go,
In the morning daylight; 
I do have pain 
Yet I don't want to regret.

Time is too greedy
Minute passes as a flip,
You will depart 
When I wish to hold you.

I don't want to be apart,
Yet I don't pester you;
I'll leave you alone 
For...

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Dorrie Ann left Herman again.
It happens on a cyclical schedule.
October, January, April and July.
A quad-yearly thing.
We cousins take her in.
Knowing in a day or two Herman will show up.
Sweet, with candies and maybe flowers.
He will sweet talk her back home
because he is tired of frozen...

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