
To say’s to renew
Nothing is of use to me
I will go with you
Blast from the Past:
One day, we’ll look back
Fondly on this crying, “What
Morons we once were!”
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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Poems about relationships

To say’s to renew
Nothing is of use to me
I will go with you
Blast from the Past:
One day, we’ll look back
Fondly on this crying, “What
Morons we once were!”

When you’re the one who
Pulled the trigger, you’re left to
Second guess your gun.
Blast from the Past:
I have the blessing
Of being unable to forget
The choice you didn’t give me

Our planet is vast
I only want you to dream
I will go with you
Blast from the Past:
In this world of dust,
Every single speck is
A vast universe

When you’re the one who
Pulled the trigger, you’re left to
Second guess your gun.
Blast from the Past:
Walking in mistakes
Building and then rebuilding
It’s time to call it

After our break up,
My emotions fall like they’re
Built to lean on you.I find myself in pieces
I’ll wait to be whole again.
This is a renga I did with a friend who also recently experienced a breakup. A renga is a Japanese haiku-like poem game where one person writes a 5-7-5 poem (so a haiku), and then the other poet completes it with 7-7.
Second poem for today:
In this quiet moment, the one won
By me, because I set set-
Backs aside, I’d
Chose this again, in
Order to make myself myself
This is an echo poem, where you end each line by repeating either the sound of the last word or syllable: https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/echo-verse-poetic-forms

-for my ex-girlfriend
we set off united with joyful hearts
though we ended up having to part
i still cherish my time with you
writing silly stories, hiking through distant lands
you’ll always have a place in my story
for pushing me out of my rut
hope you say the same about me
We recently broke up, and I used the kwansaba format to reflect on this. It’s 7 lines, with seven words per line, where each word must be less than seven letters. Evidently, they are intended as a praise poem, mostly to celebrate family and African-American, although in this case, I took a slightly looser interpretation of that part. A girlfriend can count as family though.
Blast from the Past:
I feel like this would
Be easier if I could
Simply despise you

Don’t have to do much
For a cat to be willing
To jump on you lap
(And then immediately jump right back off.)
Blast from the Past:
The cat naps content
Knowing that she will have food
When she is ready.

I resume the course
Of my existence. I’m free
From having to feel.
Blast from the Past:
I never felt more
Free than when I discarded
Your purpose for me.

Show me your tears
And I will show you how I can cry with you.Show me your anger
And I will help you flip tables.Show me your joy
And I will show you how I can smile with youShow me your fear
And I will show you how I try to convince myself that I am secureSing me your song
And I will provide its darker melodyShow me your dance
And I will make you look even more elegant as I stumble along with youShow me your grief,
And I will ponder what was lost with youShow me your hopes and dreams,
And I will bask in their glory with youShow me your worries,
And I will tell you which ones scare me tooShow me your mind,
And I will run mental loops around you until we are both confusedShow me your love,
And I will counter it with my ownLean on me,
And I will show you how to lean on no one else ever again
Blast from the Past:
Would you still love me
If the sun dies out and our
Corpses are frozen?

Exhausted I think
About all my conflicted
Emotions
Blast from the past:
Continue to grow
Always, whether you do that
With or without me