The End of a relationship.

Broken heart, shattered soul, broken bond.

Their ship got lost in a storm and somehow

his love for her got washed away at sea.

Their communication got lost in a poor internet

connection and they couldn’t understand each other.

 

 

Memories of their love faded with winds of discontent.

Reeling into abandoned feelings, words left unspoken,

unanswered questions, so hard to abate.

Hearts gnashing away, missing puzzle pieces, missing

stanzas in a love song that used to rhyme with their

thoughts and feelings, lamentations of a bruised and

maimed heart.

A tragic poem, a once beautiful portrait now discarded.

 

 

She felt the cold raft rush in amidst time and hardship

as his love drifted from her presence.

Moments of trial, and doubt recalled signaling despair

now distraught.

Her soul shuddered; her heart crumbled and broke into

myriad pieces leaving her desolate.

Trading places with facts and reality, wishing that it

was all a dream. Trying to make sense and understand

what she did wrong and get closure.

 

 

Scattered emotions creating a haunted castle in her heart.

Constantly haunted by demons created by the mind,

rhetoric questions from the heart, and confusion from her soul.

Tear smudged cheeks as she pours her soul into meaningless

scripts to numb the pain.

Chorusing pointless rhymes that resonate with the stillness

of the night leaving her wrapped up in self pity and bitterness.

 

 

Their love affair was abruptly halted. The news was brief and

as cold as ice, as distinct as the sound of a noisy gong.

Words spoken crashing her spirit, emotions churned up inside.

Fantasies and dreams fading away with time. An uncertain

future built on shaky ground, a crippled heart and lost love.

Leaving her confused, broken and seething for him.

A minuscule piece, remnants of a once beautiful relationship.

Broken promises, broken bond, and a broken heart.

 

 

©FloetryC 2015

 

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

7 thoughts on “The End of a relationship.”

    1. Thank you Yasmin for appreciating. And i feel good knowing how much you care relate directly with some of my pieces and also hope that they are therapeutic and able to inspire you as well. I write from experience… and engaging amazing readers like you also help in bringing some healing while also learning from you. Thank you for the comment. 🙂

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  1. Soul shattering words you have touched myne heart physically I feel adorned by your thought them project love inside myne brain and lively up myne Spirits even when sad plots evolve through your lyrics.. You build me up keep doing your thang for me lover

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    1. Thank you for appreciating this piece, Antonio. Always a pleasure getting feedback from you.
      I tried to capture all feelings of a heartbreak… from sadness, grief, pain, anger, regret, disappointment, self pity, frustration, blame game and mostly too, broken pieces that involve the heart and soul.

      I am happy to know that i build you up with my Poetry.
      Your feedback, thoughts are also an encouragement for me as a writer.

      I will keep doing my thing, mysterious fan.

      Delve in for more in the NEW YEAR!

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  2. Hi, Flo,

    How are you?

    It’s been a while since I read any of your poems. I could say I don’t know how the time passed between the last time and this one. But that would of course be incorrect. And truth is the flashlight in my life I strive to walk by every day (even though I falter and fail from time to time like everybody else).

    This is not an excuse. But I have been swept up by many things–developing my blog, the holiday season, family matters, my every day activities, and many other interests of course of which there seems to be more and more each day.

    However, I’ve recently re-committed to doing my best to stay in touch with more people (especially those with whom I share a closer friendship/relationship online and in the non-virtual world). This also of course means catching up on the various blogs everybody’s been writing. Like yours. 😀

    I’ve always enjoyed reading your poems, Flo. That’s to say, you have consistently evoked within me such a thoughtful/emotional reaction. There are obviously many good writers. However, especially in light of the fact that there just isn’t enough time in the day for me to follow every single post that every single interest writes, the posts I typically gravitate toward the most are the ones that breathe with life and soui. That is, they are writings that convey the heart and spirit of their author in an intelligent, meaningful, powerful, and genuine way. I can “see, smell, taste, hear, and feel” what is communicated and their sincerity resonates honesty and courage within me.

    Whether the subject, type, or mood of the writing be prose or poetry, happy or sad, serious or lighthearted, complex or simple, I am most drawn to and admire the ones that dispense with needless subterfuge, empty gravity, and any other kind of self-indulgent posturing. I haven’t read all your posts yet. But the ones I have don’t stagger and limp under this kind of weight. And this opinion isn’t to be confused with my view for writing that includes flowery or erudite language and imagery. There is a time and place for everything after all. But the challenge for every effective writer is to know what, when, why, where, and how to use such language. Talent as anyone who is aware knows is just the beginning of skill which is developed over time in the forge of correct knowledge, useful experience, and applied wisdom (qualities every person has access to yet many unfortunately for some reason or another apparently choose to disregard).

    “The End of a relationship” is poignant and contemplative (or perhaps reflective is a more appropriate description). Within and throughout, I perceive the pain and sorrow, the wistful longing and regret, and yet still the underlying though precarious current of courageous acceptance of an event the presumed subject (person) of the experience clearly did not want to – and perhaps didn’t believe would (or at least hoped wouldn’t) – happen, yet is now challenged by undeniable circumstance to embrace honestly as a reality or hide fearfully from as an agony seemingly to harsh to bear. Whether this relates to you, someone else, or a fictional character (which I tend not to believe) is obviously not clear – and that I assume (perhaps incorrectly) is one of your intentions. In any case, I’m not only moved by the profundity of the subject’s effort to contend with what she has/is going through, but also reminded how provocatively honest and potent you are in illustrating what’s on your mind and heart – as well as allowing (inviting) other people to (once again) see, taste, smell, hear, and feel the shapes, colors, and substance of your experience.

    Writing that flows from that honest (even visceral) place inside us usually in my experience and observations runs deepest and most powerfully. Good job, Flo, on creating a narrative that is alive, breathing, and personable.

    And thank you for sharing your talent and skill!

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