Poems about single

How impossible to remain with the one,
But penguins do it, and eagles, too,
Men say it cannot be done,
And women pray for just us two.

I'm always being told how everything I do is
Too much
Or
Too little.

Too much caring
About people
Who honestly
, if asked,
Couldn't care less about me.

Too little love shown
To those who would
Have my back
No matter what.

Little mixed up mind.
Still learning what to
Too many,
Too few.

Too many fake friends.
Say they care,
Then stab you in the back.
All over hate for you.

To few friends who truly care.
Had your back,
Even when you were too busy
Ignoring them

I may not have the world figured out.
Then again, who does?
Too much to learn in a single lifetime.

Im single because
I fell apart
Im single because
I cant do it anymore
Im single because
I have no desire to be
Im single because
I need to be dependent on me
Im single because
I need time to myself
Im single because
I need to be
Im single because
I was in pain
Im single because
Thats how its gotta be.

~
Summer-Skye

I think I was given a single lifeline
And I spent it on you, while you saved
Yours for someone else.
*for it's a sad lifetime
For me after you pulled it off whilst you're
A butterfly and in joy you flutter by.

You were born only to be abandoned. You grew up with the unwanted, herded like cattle by strangers in white collars. People passing you by like yesterday's news.

Abuse was a daily issue, something to be expected and something that happened often. You would carry the sting of their violations like scar on your soul. But you wouldn't let it corrupt you.

You found love with a man who created troubled landscapes, who gave you two children. And when you began to thrive that man who created those landscapes walked away.

He left you behind with two mouths to feed. You found a strength you never knew you had. And when another bout with love gave you one more you still stood tall.

The life you created came out in your art. You were a teacher, you taught us about our traditions, our people. Your stories were so popular that children from different lands began to benefit from hearing about our history and ancestors.

Then one day in May, you went to sleep, you joined our ancestors in the spirit world. People from all over who were touched by you shared their stories but we were the ones left to pick up the pieces.

Now 25 years later, we thrive. Like you taught us, we continued the story. We see you every day in the smiles and laughter of your grandchildren. You taught us to grow, to be ourselves and because of that you will never be truly gone.

Vast arrays of flora beckon us to their fragrant oases.
Hunters run on the plains. They chase the wild game
That have moved this way forever. We are just like
Antelopes. We are determined to chase a memory.
Will we ever settle down or will we stay nomadic?
What is the solution to the neuroses that afflict us?
What is a useful response to tragedy? Should we
Laugh or take care of each other? When kindness talks,
Does anyone dare listen? Who will interrupt you when
You are speaking truth? I seek the one who knows the essence.
Who can explain a thousand things with a single sentence.

Disclaimer:

You're sexting a poet

This single teardrop
That fell from my eye
Lands with open palms
This tear that I cried

Singled out by the sun
In its glistening
Standing barren alone
Caught up on the wind

Finding its way
To the heavens above
This single teardrop
Purchased in love

Where it settles in clouds
Among drops of rain
This single teardrop
That holds your name

Falls back to earth
Mixed with rain from the sky
Onto your upturned face
This single tear that I cried