It is never easy to deal with divorce or separation, regardless of whether the decision was taken mutually or individually. Therefore, we have curated the best poetry about divorce that you could read to cope with your situation and move on.
Letting go of your partner with whom you have shared several unforgettable moments isn’t easy. However, when things do not go as envisioned by you both, and you feel that your marriage has not progressed in the way you dreamt it to be, you may need to part ways.
The poems given here might inspire you to leave the bitter past behind and help you write a new chapter of your life.
25 Poems About Divorce
Read on to these astounding fragments of poetry about divorce to help yourself cope up with the difficult times.
- This Was Once a Love Poem
This was once a love poem,
Before its haunches thickened, its breath grew short,
before it found itself sitting,
perplexed and a little embarrassed,
on the fender of a parked car,
while many people passed by without turning their heads.
It remembers itself dressing as if for a great engagement.
It remembers choosing these shoes,
this scarf or tie.
By Jane Hirshfield
- If You Forget Me
I want you to know
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
By Pablo Neruda
- My Lost Love – My Lost Child
I wonder what you’re doing
and how you’re living life.
What new things did you learn today
and how did you sleep last night?
Did you feel raindrops on your face
or sunshine in your eye?
Of all the questions left unknown,
the biggest one is why.
Why can’t we be together?
Why can’t I watch you grow?
Why can’t I guide you through this world?
This I just don’t know.
But I promise we’ll be together,
no matter how long it seems.
Just know you’re always in my heart
and always in my dreams.
By Garrett W Wheeler
As I sit alone in my room tonight,
It sure is a change from the same old fight.
I want to be held and loved tonight,
To share all my dreams with the man who lost sight.
Hold on or let go, I need to decide.
But oh, how I wish you were here by my side.
Changes have come, and loneliness fades
When I learn to accept the choices we made.
My dreams have been shattered and nightmares occur
When I drive past the home that you always called yours.
I’ve experienced pleasure and got to know pain.
The women involved has made me insane.
The love that I had has turned into pain.
A man will appear, whom I won’t have to blame.
The tears soon will pass as God pulls me near.
The lessons are taught and soon should be clear.
Be happy and helpful, and hold your head high
Because sooner or later we must say goodbye.
Be honest in life, and flowers will bloom.
Remember me always and erase all the gloom
Because life is a treasure that will shine like the moon.
By Marilyn Terry
Turning into silent screams.
Listening to the loud noise.
Oh boy, how it destroys
The way things used to be.
A family now starting to flee,
Broken into pieces.
Now my heart screeches.
Deep inside my heart
Everything’s falling apart.
If you look into my eyes
You’ll then start to realize
The things I say are lies.
Can’t you hear my cries?
I wanna go back to the start
Before I got a broken heart.
I miss my family as a whole,
But life decided to take a toll.
If I reach inside of me,
Maybe, just maybe, I’ll be free.
By Alexus R Avery
- Goodbye Note
I never thought this day would come.
I truly thought you were the one.
We used to laugh and talk all night.
Now we argue, fuss, and fight.
All is wrong in things I do.
To take the blame is never you.
So quick to run when things get rough.
Your best excuse, it’s just too tough.
Home alone has become my life.
Did you forget you had a wife.
I keep it secret when things turn bad.
Because our kids love their dad.
I’ll sleep tonight on what I wrote.
As I leave this goodbye note.
By S. Raine
- Last Walk Down Memory Lane
As we sit here in silence, no longer husband and wife
I can’t forget the vow I made to love you all my life…
Our last walk down memory lane fills my eyes with tears
As I find us walking hand in hand in our high school years.
I pass through our college life in search of our “Wedding Day”
The happiness and love we felt makes me want to stay…
But up ahead, I know the best of us is yet to be
As I see you and our babies waiting there for me.
I hold you all in my arms as our babies start to grow
I feel the future calling me…but I don’t want to go.
The road of our life together is ending here today
Going in different directions, with nothing left to say.
The last walk down memory lane finds us crying and alone
With nothing left but memories of our family and our home.
By Melanie Edwards
- One Art
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.
—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
By Elizabeth Bishop
- But Not Forgotten
I think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not soon forget my hands,
Nor yet the way I held my head,
Nor all the tremulous things I said.
You still will see me, small and white
And smiling, in the secret night,
And feel my arms about you when
The day comes fluttering back again.
I think, no matter where you be,
You’ll hold me in your memory
And keep my image, there without me,
By telling later loves about me.
By Dorothy Parker
- When We Two Parted
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow—
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o’er me—
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well—
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met—
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?—
With silence and tears.
By George Gordon Byron
- After Love
There is no magic anymore,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.
You were the wind and I the sea—
There is no splendor anymore,
I have grown listless as the pool
Beside the shore.
But though the pool is safe from storm
And from the tide has found surcease,
It grows more bitter than the sea,
For all its peace.
By Sara Teasdale
- The Unbearable Weight Of Staying
I don’t know when love became elusive
what I know, is that no one I know has it
myfathers arms around my mothers neck
fruit too ripe to eat, a door halfway open
when your name is a just a hand I can never hold
everything I have ever believed in, becomes magic.
I think of lovers as trees, growing to and
from one another searching for the same light,
my mothers laughter in a dark room,
a photograph greying under my touch,
this is all I know how to do, carry loss around until
I begin to resemble every bad memory,
every terrible fear,
every nightmare anyone has ever had.
I ask did you ever love me?
you say of course, of course so quickly
that you sound like someone else
I ask are you made of steel? are you made of iron?
you cry on the phone, my stomach hurts
I let you leave, I need someone who knows how to stay.
By Warsan Shire
- Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
By Maya Angelou
I will stay separate and divorce
Lambasted a lady with strong force
I was taken aback at once,
Never heard such anger since,
Was it natural outburst?
Why all of sudden she wanted me to oust?
Thought for a while and remained cool,
Immediate reaction would be sign of fool,
Never I shamed her or neglected,
On all the matters almost contacted,
Remained possessively forever connected,
Why then she hastily acted?
I must cool her down,
Convince her to shed the frown,
All the actions I must disown,
Full praise and put on head a crown,
She will relent,
If offered no arguments,
Kept mum and offered no comment,
She will find the way and lament,
Why dear you are in such state?
Has anyone trouble you or mob irate?
Nothing of that sort but you have failed,
In my own house I feel jailed,
You have no time to spare,
No talk and not going anywhere,
I am confined all the times here,
You have no sweet words which I want to hear,
I saw the valid reason,
The rain was timely and of season,
I must respect her wishes,
She was not at home for washing the dishes,
She was at home once again,
I too had trust to regain,
I said few with sincere sorry,
This relieved her from all worries
By Mehta HasmukhAmathalal
- A Tattoo Of Deep Scar…Divorce
When your soul mate
Rotten as stalemate
When you decide
Never to meet
Is amputated and broken
To rectify and remodify
Your comedy of errors
It’s not a tragedy
But life has to move on
If your love, respect, trust
Take a chance
To relive your
Emotions in passions
Looking it as a taboo
Divorce spell bounds
Cease to redeem or relieve
Deseed the weed
Though this tattoo
Gives permanent scars
Start everything new
It’s just a
Lesson by a person
With reason to season you
By V.M.Saraswathy Munuswamy
- Divorce and Separation
It’s a hard time separation
The time before divorce
It’s hard on either party
Even harder when the cause
Is something there within you
That ate you from the start
You end up with accountants
When first you gave your heart.
A whole parcel of our lives is there
Long lost inside the mail
The feelings that we once had
When we thought we could not fail
To grow old and grey together
And be dreaming of the past.
Now these fondness dreams are over
And the time for sentiment has passed
I could not be the man you loved
Nor did you want to be
The one who helped my dreaming
And just let me be me.
By David Keig
Do not write. I am sad, and want my light put out.
Summers in your absence are as dark as a room.
I have closed my arms again. They must do without.
To knock at my heart is like knocking at a tomb.
Do not write!
Do not write. Let us learn to die, as best we may.
Did I love you? Ask God. Ask yourself. Do you know?
To hear that you love me, when you are far away,
Is like hearing from heaven and never to go.
Do not write!
Do not write. I fear you. I fear to remember,
For memory holds the voice I have often heard.
To the one who cannot drink, do not show water,
The beloved one’s picture in the handwritten word.
Do not write!
Do not write those gentle words that I dare not see,
It seems that your voice is spreading them on my heart,
Across your smile, on fire, they appear to me,
It seems that a kiss is printing them on my heart.
Do not write!
By Louis Simpson
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
By Christina Rossetti
- To a Divorce Woman
Death appeared in your marriage
Ugly Words were spoken creating a cause to leave
For some there was an applause for your breakup
Because some spoke behind your back!
You are now a woman in solitude
Understanding the value of moving away from the multitude
At times, you saw the danger in your marriage
But you still believed it could be fixed until
You realize that ugly words compounded more ugly words
Now you know that nothing is opened by mistake more than the mouth!
Both of you said things you should have never said
Ultimately, you started to realize the bed meant nothing anymore!
Before you knew it, it was too late!
Too often one in the relationship will try to be the dictator
Soon after that, the other one will be a spectator
But despite the calamity of divorce
You will stand strong and
Know that your next relationship will be without force!
You are now a woman in solitude
Understanding the value of moving away from the multitude
Remain strong; your heart belongs to the man
That understands that nothing is opened by mistake more than the mouth!
By Mark Frank
- Can We Be Strangers
The holes in the walls are all patched
and the plaster is dry
the broken glass is swept away
or turned to sand
I only want that when I see you,
you not quickly turn away…
to be forgiven–not to start over,
we know how that ends
not to be friends, we’ve tried that, too–
but, that you include my wretched
name in your whispered prayers for
I hoped maybe we’d be
strangers and just
By P. S. Awtry
- Yellow Flowers
You made me love yellow flowers
in the middle of July,
when everything was dying
because the ground was so dry.
You offered them to me
with the faintest smile on your face,
caressed the lemon petals
as you put them on display.
I looked at them quizzically,
questioning their presence.
You embraced me with laughter,
said they’re my essence.
You told me a short story
of blossoms and blooms,
and strength and survival,
in the midst of gloom.
And I fell in love with yellow flowers
because of the story you shared,
and I cherished their sunshine,
and the meaning they bared.
And then they were gone.
Along with you
and your stories and smile.
No laughter or embrace.
No petals or blooms,
sunshine or lemons.
The ground was dry
And I was alone,
with just a fading scent
and drifting memories.
You made me love yellow flowers,
then you took them away.
- Reflections on Divorce
Prayers that go unanswered
turn into next year’s dreams
words that fall on stony ground
are not all that they seem
thoughts can turn you inside out
and jealous minds ensue
oh pitiful heart and mind, be still
I know what you’ve been through
Crystal clear, as teardrops seem
Inside them, memories fall
beyond their trip down cheeks of red
a new beginning calls
adjust your mind and heart into
a future full of hope
in time those prayers and dreams you had
will help your heart to cope
By Phil Soar
- Broken Heart
I know you say you love me,
But you don’t see
How this breaks my heart,
Since we are now apart.
I wait for you on a whim,
I lose and only you win.
My heart breaks in the dark,
Waiting for you to fix my heart.
All the years that we shared
Have disappeared and no one cared.
We had a love so strong, can’t you see,
They were jealous of you and me.
I lie here and cry in the night,
Wishing you were holding me tight.
In the darkness I shall hide,
Wishing you were by my side.
Bring your light back to me,
For you are the one, you see.
My true love is all I seek,
For now I am too weak
I will love you till the end of time,
Oh, I wish you were still mine.
All I have are all these tears,
What’s left of 16 years.
I try to hold the pain within,
But at night the tears begin.
You and the boys are my life,
Oh, I miss my wife.
Please take these tears away,
And come home to stay.
Only you, you alone,
Can save this broken home.
- Precious Memories
I will take those precious memories
And frame them with my love,
Then hang them in the hallways of my heart.
I hope the fond remembrance
Of the joys that once were shared
Will overcome the tears that want to start.
Little thought was given
As the years went quickly.
We took good times for granted, that is true.
Perhaps, it all was for the best,
Enjoying simple pleasures,
In retrospect, that was all we ever knew.
There was no use to ask the future
To give away its secrets.
No blueprints for what would lie ahead.
It is the choices that are made,
Experiences, both good and bad,
That down life’s pathways, all are led.
Looking back, I sometimes wonder
If there were things I should have changed,
A hurt that even now I might appease.
Has it all been taken from me?
No, time has shown a tender mercy
For I still have my precious memories.
By Alora M. Knight
Pain in my heart as I watch the family split apart,
Things might never be the same,
Betrayal is the game
The tears in my eyes as we say our bitter goodbyes,
I ask myself why,
Why does it have to be this way?
I don’t want it to end, no not today
Betrayal loves to ruin people’s lives,
As I look around all I see is knives,
Stuck in people’s backs
How can you get the story straight when you don’t know the facts?
Families are meant to last forever,
Now I might never see the joy and laughter like once before,
It’s over now,
There is no more
By Ladon Palmer Jr.
A divorce is an event that no one must ever experience, but it has unfortunately become more common than before. Couples need to figure out the problems and reach the right solution. But, when the relationship gets worst, divorce becomes necessary. So, get the strength to overcome the gloomy days with the help of this divorce poetry.