Learning to let go of someone you love is crucial when manifesting because if not, it can create emotional clutter, lower your vibration, and block the way for new opportunities.

Letting go of someone can come with complex emotions and much pain. However, beautiful things can also come from letting someone go. It is often the only way to learn self-resilience, acceptance, and self-worth.

Like song lyrics, good poems can also portray lessons within it’s words.

Whether it’s your first love, a best friend, or a family member, read these 26 poems about letting go of someone you love to see the power of poetry and the power of each letting go poem. 

Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell, For love, when truly given, Bids no fond farewell.

All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. So hard to let go, to set free, When love is but a memory.

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice— though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles.

“Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do.

There’s no use in weeping, Though we are condemned to part: There’s such a thing as keeping A remembrance in one’s heart.

You touched my heart, you touched my soul, You changed my life and all my goals. And love is blind and that I knew, When my heart was blinded by you. Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me.

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.

There is no magic any more, We meet as other people do, You work no miracle for me Nor I for you.

Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go. She let go of the fear. She let go of the judgments. She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head. She just let go.

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When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this.

​Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part. Nay, I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free.

want to be with you, It is as simple, and as complicated as that. I want to be with you, So I am letting go.

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.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don’t let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand.

Let us not waste our time in idle discourse! Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed.

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.

The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome.

The hardest part of letting go is knowing I had a hold on something that wasn’t there to hold.

Love’s time’s beggar, but even a single hour,

bright as a dropped coin, makes love rich.

We find an hour together, spend it not on flowers

or wine, but the whole of the summer sky and a grass ditch.

For thousands of seconds we kiss; your hair

like treasure on the ground; the Midas light

turning your limbs to gold. Time slows, for here

we are millionaires, backhanding the night.

So nothing dark will end our shining hour,

no jewel hold a candle to the cuckoo spit

hung from the tipped grass blade. No chandelier

or spotlight see you better lit

than here. Now. Time hates love, wants love poor,

but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw.

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Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,

And like enough thou know’st thy estimate:

The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;

My bonds in thee are all determinate.

For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?

And for that riches where is my deserving?

The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,

And so my patent back again is swerving.

Thy self thou gav’st, thy own worth then not knowing,

Or me, to whom thou gav’st it, else mistaking;

So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,

Comes home again, on better judgement making.

Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,

In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.

Out through the fields and the woods

And over the walls I have wended;

I have climbed the hills of view

And looked at the world, and descended;

I have come by the highway home,

And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground,

Save those that the oak is keeping

To ravel them one by one

And let them go scraping and creeping

Out over the crusted snow,

When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,

No longer blown hither and thither;

The last lone aster is gone;

The flowers of the witch hazel wither;

The heart is still aching to seek,

But the feet question ‘Whither?’

Ah, when to the heart of man

Was it ever less than a treason

To go with the drift of things,

To yield with a grace to reason,

And bow and accept the end

Of a love or a season?

Never give all the heart, for love

Will hardly seem worth thinking of

When the tide turns; the lights of the heart

Burn dim, and vanish into the night.

But one delight will be but vanity;

And love never gives back the hurt

From the fangs of the truth, nor the sigh

Of it sways the vain belief.

Love will burn all through the years

Till Time’s wrecking hands

Destroy the fragile unity

Of passion’s brief command.

“Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair.”

So sung a little Clod of Clay, Trodden with the cattle’s feet, But a Pebble of the brook Warbled out these metres meet:

“Love seeketh only Self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another’s loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven’s despite.”

This poem is about him mourning the death of his good friend, the contemporary poet, John Keats. Here is a snippet from the 55 stanza poem. 

I weep for Adonais—he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head! And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers, And teach them thine own sorrow, say:

“With me Died Adonais; till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity!”

This poem is pretty lengthy with over 130 sections. It does go over the idea of a new life after capturing the struggle to come to terms with loss.

Canto 27:

I envy not in any moods

The captive void of noble rage,

The linnet born within the cage,

That never knew the summer woods:

I envy not the beast that takes

His license in the field of time,

Unfetter’d by the sense of crime,

To whom a conscience never wakes;

Nor, what may count itself as blest,

The heart that never plighted troth

But stagnates in the weeds of sloth;

Nor any want-begotten rest.

I hold it true, whate’er befall;

I feel it, when I sorrow most;

‘Tis better to have loved and lost

Poems about letting go of someone you love by T.S. Eliot captures his own life dealing with the grief of his friend. He captures a better way to search for meaning after dealing with despair.

April is the cruellest month, breeding

Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing

Memory and desire, stirring

Dull roots with spring rain.

Winter kept us warm, covering

Earth in forgetful snow, feeding

A little life with dried tubers.

Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee

With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,

And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,

And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.

Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.

And when we were children, staying at the archduke’s,

My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,

And I was frightened. He said, Marie,

Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.

In the mountains, there you feel free.

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

Poems about letting go of someone you love can offer many noteworthy lessons. From most, you learn that great pain can come from not letting go of past love. Getting past this is essential because it can make it difficult to channel your energy into manifesting.

It’s also important to remember that you are a human being. It takes time to get over heart breaks. So lean on to a beautiful poem about letting go of love and start being gentle with yourself. 

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This blog post is part of the blog challenge ‘Blogaberry Dazzle’ 
hosted by Cindy D’Silva and Noor Anand Chawla 
in collaboration with Zariya Healings.