Poems About Moving On Seeking Friendly Advice
#MovingOn
Poems about moving on seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Inverse Squares & the Measure of Constants
I was studying my neighbor’s
algorithms,
and the book I'm reading mentions
their weighted voting.
And so, I was wondering,
what do they mean?
I, for the longest time, staring straight up,
incapable of offering any reply.
algorithms,
and the book I'm reading mentions
their weighted voting.
And so, I was wondering,
what do they mean?
I, for the longest time, staring straight up,
incapable of offering any reply.
#motivational
#learning
#MovingOn
#escape
#success
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Quandary of silence
Oh! Wait...
Is it over?
Did I miss a line?
Did you?
I didn't hear anyone call "scene"
or see the curtain drop,
but I'm standing in the dark
wondering
what comes next.
---
Are you still here,
or is that just your ghost?
---
What do I say now?
Prompter, please!
I wanted to know how this story ends.
but...
If it's already over, ...
Is it over?
Did I miss a line?
Did you?
I didn't hear anyone call "scene"
or see the curtain drop,
but I'm standing in the dark
wondering
what comes next.
---
Are you still here,
or is that just your ghost?
---
What do I say now?
Prompter, please!
I wanted to know how this story ends.
but...
If it's already over, ...
#ImSorry
#friendship
#confusion
#MovingOn
#acceptance
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Cruising The Death of Time
There is a desolate highway
that cuts through
my mind's haunting pines.
A scull and crossbone
on the exit sign.
Through rugged terrain
of yesterday's.
Counting the monotonous lines.
Driving back
through the death of time.
Cruising to days
you perished being mine.
Back to you holding my hand,
absolutely inconceivable,
you would ever let go.
It's heart tugging to visit
those memories now,
the heart still gives,
a phantom swell.
I drove back
and parked in tomorrow.
Into the deep...
that cuts through
my mind's haunting pines.
A scull and crossbone
on the exit sign.
Through rugged terrain
of yesterday's.
Counting the monotonous lines.
Driving back
through the death of time.
Cruising to days
you perished being mine.
Back to you holding my hand,
absolutely inconceivable,
you would ever let go.
It's heart tugging to visit
those memories now,
the heart still gives,
a phantom swell.
I drove back
and parked in tomorrow.
Into the deep...
#memories
#MovingOn
#emotional
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10 Comments
Troll or Faerie
I cried a river of tears
You built a bridge
I tried to walk across
But I couldn’t guess the answer
To the riddle
You built a bridge
I tried to walk across
But I couldn’t guess the answer
To the riddle
#MovingOn
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it's a living
it's gotta be Monday 2.0
waking up to another cup of what the fuck
still seeing darkness through the bedroom window
and that damn alarm screaming insistently
rubbing my last ragged nerve until it's raw
I'm not ready to rise
another day
another punch of the clock
grinding through corporate mediocrity
this isn't who I used to be
but that was another life
better times
today I'm filling pockets for some other guy
twice a month scoring another tiny paycheck
but it pays my bills & they're good to me, in all...
waking up to another cup of what the fuck
still seeing darkness through the bedroom window
and that damn alarm screaming insistently
rubbing my last ragged nerve until it's raw
I'm not ready to rise
another day
another punch of the clock
grinding through corporate mediocrity
this isn't who I used to be
but that was another life
better times
today I'm filling pockets for some other guy
twice a month scoring another tiny paycheck
but it pays my bills & they're good to me, in all...
#grief
#betrayal
#TimeHeals #MovingOn
#TimeHeals #MovingOn
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10 Comments
Ode to the Man Who Broke My Heart
If it weren’t for you
I wouldn’t know how to feel lovesick
The torment of a shattered heart
The jaggedness of surrendering myself to unrequited love
How it feels to lose myself
If it weren’t for you
I wouldn’t know how to piece myself back together again
Pull myself up by imaginary bootstraps
Put my patchwork heart on full view
Understand the meaning of forgiveness
If it weren’t for you
I wouldn’t know how to love someone else wholeheartedly
Give my all unabashedly to the...
I wouldn’t know how to feel lovesick
The torment of a shattered heart
The jaggedness of surrendering myself to unrequited love
How it feels to lose myself
If it weren’t for you
I wouldn’t know how to piece myself back together again
Pull myself up by imaginary bootstraps
Put my patchwork heart on full view
Understand the meaning of forgiveness
If it weren’t for you
I wouldn’t know how to love someone else wholeheartedly
Give my all unabashedly to the...
#happiness
#love
#MovingOn
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Listening Intently
Learning
to accept
When the question
is asked
Only response
being
static
Therein lies
the answer
Silence
is a
language
to accept
When the question
is asked
Only response
being
static
Therein lies
the answer
Silence
is a
language
#sadness
#breakup
#MovingOn #disappointment
#MovingOn #disappointment
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Fade To Umber
I
Calculus in detritus;
sediment under waning tide,
cavernous and void of light --
upward eyes these still ride.
I am sunk within your deep
rivulets of sentiment steeped;
swirling around a constant murmur,
fomenting in this rudiment.
Ever furthur into clay
sublimate of irony loam;
every fibre pulls me close
untoward your centre comb.
II
Photos dry around the edges,
memories of earliest home;
caught within the many layers
fading with its Kodachrome.
Now gone I wither furthur; ...
Calculus in detritus;
sediment under waning tide,
cavernous and void of light --
upward eyes these still ride.
I am sunk within your deep
rivulets of sentiment steeped;
swirling around a constant murmur,
fomenting in this rudiment.
Ever furthur into clay
sublimate of irony loam;
every fibre pulls me close
untoward your centre comb.
II
Photos dry around the edges,
memories of earliest home;
caught within the many layers
fading with its Kodachrome.
Now gone I wither furthur; ...
#forgiveness
#death
#LifeCycle
#aging
#MovingOn
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Bloom
I've been cold before but I know
That the sun will come back soon enough
Soon enough to warm the heart
Of a heartbroken man
And when that heat comes back
I'm gonna roar
I'm gonna get some attention
I'm gonna sing at the top of my lungs
And fuck you if you don't like the song
And it's gonna be real
No fucking around
Not gonna strike a poser's pose
I'm gonna tear the scab off my heart
And let the bad blood escape my soul
I'm gonna be pure
I won't hide from the pain
I'll live it all balls to the wall
Just to...
That the sun will come back soon enough
Soon enough to warm the heart
Of a heartbroken man
And when that heat comes back
I'm gonna roar
I'm gonna get some attention
I'm gonna sing at the top of my lungs
And fuck you if you don't like the song
And it's gonna be real
No fucking around
Not gonna strike a poser's pose
I'm gonna tear the scab off my heart
And let the bad blood escape my soul
I'm gonna be pure
I won't hide from the pain
I'll live it all balls to the wall
Just to...
#uplifting
#MovingOn
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The Dog
I am the dog left out in the cold
At first I barked and scratched at the door
Then I sat and waited patiently to be let in
Now I've jumped the fence
Come and find me if you wish
At first I barked and scratched at the door
Then I sat and waited patiently to be let in
Now I've jumped the fence
Come and find me if you wish
#sadness
#heartbroken
#MovingOn
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Ready, Set, Let Go (repost)
Transgressions
The past
Get past your past they say
The sense that everything is not quite right
Do I know?
Lost memories
Fleeting
Fluttering breath
Exhausted
Dark circles
She never sleeps they say
The overwhelming fear that I will be found out
Begin to sleep
Breath slows
Paralyzed
Eyes darting
Sadness
Resigned breath
I understand I always say
The two words I have come to despise
The two words I use to let people off the hook when they decide that my behavior is more...
The past
Get past your past they say
The sense that everything is not quite right
Do I know?
Lost memories
Fleeting
Fluttering breath
Exhausted
Dark circles
She never sleeps they say
The overwhelming fear that I will be found out
Begin to sleep
Breath slows
Paralyzed
Eyes darting
Sadness
Resigned breath
I understand I always say
The two words I have come to despise
The two words I use to let people off the hook when they decide that my behavior is more...
#strength
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#MovingOn
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14 Comments
Smile
surface cracks heal up
faster than the wound inside
no one needs to know
.
faster than the wound inside
no one needs to know
.
#senryu
#MovingOn
#hurt
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20 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Moving On Seeking Friendly Advice