Least Read Poems About Moving On
#MovingOn
Least read poems about moving on. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
4th Apr 2021 4:02pm
4th Apr 2021 4:02pm
Hide & Seek
My coffee is ready
Black with cream
My mood is deadly
Escaping Napo’s dream
My body is weak
Dignified by zombieism
My mentality at peak
Coping poetry magnetism
The morning is bright
Taunting my dedication
My vocab is all rewrite
Napo loves its castration
My breakfast is air
Stomach pains drum up its strike
Fellowship of the poems ain’t fair
I chewed off more than I can bite
My thought process is fried
Hangin on like a scared kitten on a branch
On the wings of April I slide
Down the slope of my...
Black with cream
My mood is deadly
Escaping Napo’s dream
My body is weak
Dignified by zombieism
My mentality at peak
Coping poetry magnetism
The morning is bright
Taunting my dedication
My vocab is all rewrite
Napo loves its castration
My breakfast is air
Stomach pains drum up its strike
Fellowship of the poems ain’t fair
I chewed off more than I can bite
My thought process is fried
Hangin on like a scared kitten on a branch
On the wings of April I slide
Down the slope of my...
#LifeStruggles
#MovingOn
#escape
#determination
#NaPoWriMo2021
11 reads
9 Comments
Shon
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 10:01pm
4th Feb 2025 10:01pm
Tumbling Object
Oooops slip and fumble.
My hand reaches to catch it.
Tumbling out of my grasp.
In slow motion I watch it fall.
Through its parabolic arc.
I see the images as it rotates down.
Recognising it as a Favorited mug.
Emotional attachment floods over me.
Iridescence warm feelings as well.
Memories strolling home.
Via the park behind her home.
Were I found this now spinning mug.
First a ping, which sounded ok.
Then a bounce, followed by a thud.
A resounding crack, not so good.
Several other...
My hand reaches to catch it.
Tumbling out of my grasp.
In slow motion I watch it fall.
Through its parabolic arc.
I see the images as it rotates down.
Recognising it as a Favorited mug.
Emotional attachment floods over me.
Iridescence warm feelings as well.
Memories strolling home.
Via the park behind her home.
Were I found this now spinning mug.
First a ping, which sounded ok.
Then a bounce, followed by a thud.
A resounding crack, not so good.
Several other...
#emotions
#MovingOn
#TimeHeals
16 reads
0 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
27th Mar 2024 10:56am
27th Mar 2024 10:56am
Goodbye My Friend
Silhouettes dance by candlelight
on lonely walls and sleepless nights
to harmonies written on wind
no greater pain to lose a friend
Sometimes we meet in lucid dreams
to speak awhile or so it seems
only to lose you once again
as sunlight slowly reaches in
We often thought words unspoken
both of us were slightly broken
I sorely miss you in my days
It seems that nothing ever stays
I wept the day you passed away
thinking through tears what would I say
if only we could speak again
I'd say I love you my...
on lonely walls and sleepless nights
to harmonies written on wind
no greater pain to lose a friend
Sometimes we meet in lucid dreams
to speak awhile or so it seems
only to lose you once again
as sunlight slowly reaches in
We often thought words unspoken
both of us were slightly broken
I sorely miss you in my days
It seems that nothing ever stays
I wept the day you passed away
thinking through tears what would I say
if only we could speak again
I'd say I love you my...
#grief
#MovingOn
#acceptance #healing
#acceptance #healing
19 reads
14 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
28th Dec 2018 9:50am
28th Dec 2018 9:50am
charting
her soles
curl
inward
and the earth
crumbles
beneath
worries
cracks
fill
with
dirt that
began
as a mountain
ranging
across
the geography
of wrinkling
time
the trouble
is pin-pointed
in the furrow
she
dug and ...
curl
inward
and the earth
crumbles
beneath
worries
cracks
fill
with
dirt that
began
as a mountain
ranging
across
the geography
of wrinkling
time
the trouble
is pin-pointed
in the furrow
she
dug and ...
#LifeStruggles
#earth
#learning
#MovingOn
#meditation
20 reads
6 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
31st Dec 2017 11:27am
31st Dec 2017 11:27am
Kissed By The Morning Dawn
The tears, the heartaches, the pain you caused
As I sat in dark corners counting my loss.
Too many years trapped in your trap
Unable to release myself from your clutched grasp.
Bound by the idea you’d love me some day
A bit over four years of my life were washed away
Barely breathing the same mighty thin air
Barely living...hoping you’d care.
Stopped my life just to wait for you
To come to terms...oh, what a fool!
Believing your empty promises and running to phones
That never rang...and your remorse as hard as stone. ...
As I sat in dark corners counting my loss.
Too many years trapped in your trap
Unable to release myself from your clutched grasp.
Bound by the idea you’d love me some day
A bit over four years of my life were washed away
Barely breathing the same mighty thin air
Barely living...hoping you’d care.
Stopped my life just to wait for you
To come to terms...oh, what a fool!
Believing your empty promises and running to phones
That never rang...and your remorse as hard as stone. ...
#relationships
#breakup
#conflict
#TimeHeals
#MovingOn
22 reads
7 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 5:12pm
29th Dec 2018 5:12pm
i'm a plant
as much as they jostle and elbow
to synthesize, they seed to survive
their own longevity and call out
to STEM the little ones
in an involuntary chain against
loneliness.
saplings, saplings- rise above
the sword ferns, they won’t hurt you.
clown fish, your mutual need
if only there is a job position
to monetize the sitting of a watched
growth. my friends are behind the trunks
that are moved of possessions,
baggage filled with mini-idols
and porcelain...
to synthesize, they seed to survive
their own longevity and call out
to STEM the little ones
in an involuntary chain against
loneliness.
saplings, saplings- rise above
the sword ferns, they won’t hurt you.
clown fish, your mutual need
if only there is a job position
to monetize the sitting of a watched
growth. my friends are behind the trunks
that are moved of possessions,
baggage filled with mini-idols
and porcelain...
#anxiety
#technology
#LifeStruggles
#MovingOn
#disability
22 reads
11 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
15th Mar 2019 1:10am
15th Mar 2019 1:10am
To love the sun or a man
A burning bike bound
for the shadowy surface of a sky
in a ceaseless chase of craze, the crazy
know to kneel to kvell
a triumph over tales of truth trapt
I why of his writeness
he grafts greatness and graffiti
on the spill of my skull
and forms the first films a feel of fire
I spell his sapien story, of smoke and spirit
of banishing the baleful with a bone brush
lining a lustre lore in ligaments
hugging the hopeful hues of me
he flares the fine firmament of my feet
and brings the beneath back to below
...
for the shadowy surface of a sky
in a ceaseless chase of craze, the crazy
know to kneel to kvell
a triumph over tales of truth trapt
I why of his writeness
he grafts greatness and graffiti
on the spill of my skull
and forms the first films a feel of fire
I spell his sapien story, of smoke and spirit
of banishing the baleful with a bone brush
lining a lustre lore in ligaments
hugging the hopeful hues of me
he flares the fine firmament of my feet
and brings the beneath back to below
...
#boyfriend
#forgiveness
#honesty
#admiration
#MovingOn
25 reads
8 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
29th Dec 2017 8:29pm
29th Dec 2017 8:29pm
Cheers To A New Year
I left the door wide open
Hoping we could make amends
Giving time...to see if you’d come back
Perhaps not as what we once shared
But perhaps a distant acquaintance or friend.
I longed for your return
Waited through the passing of days and flipping of months
To embrace your return.
I had so much to share with you
So much to tell with little time
I reached out a couple times
Hoping you’d walk through my opened doors.
But you would have rathered kept the nonsense
The meaningless excuse for anger ...
Hoping we could make amends
Giving time...to see if you’d come back
Perhaps not as what we once shared
But perhaps a distant acquaintance or friend.
I longed for your return
Waited through the passing of days and flipping of months
To embrace your return.
I had so much to share with you
So much to tell with little time
I reached out a couple times
Hoping you’d walk through my opened doors.
But you would have rathered kept the nonsense
The meaningless excuse for anger ...
#ImSorry
#breakup
#conflict
#TimeHeals
#MovingOn
26 reads
1 Comment
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 2:55am
17th Feb 2020 2:55am
A Cry Within
Sometimes I find myself dwelling in despair,
Each moment bears resemblance of a fortress.
While trying to uncover these panes,
I gaze and my mind gone missing.
As your scent vanished – away into gloomy tenderness of a kiss.
My rainy-sunny days’ echoes in wilderness.
Your memory I carved in chambers of my veins,
The key…. I threw it away.
If teardrops were concrete,
Each letter of your name would be painted on these lips.
Instead they leaked to a place-
I do not have access to be a witness every day.
I used to ponder on what...
Each moment bears resemblance of a fortress.
While trying to uncover these panes,
I gaze and my mind gone missing.
As your scent vanished – away into gloomy tenderness of a kiss.
My rainy-sunny days’ echoes in wilderness.
Your memory I carved in chambers of my veins,
The key…. I threw it away.
If teardrops were concrete,
Each letter of your name would be painted on these lips.
Instead they leaked to a place-
I do not have access to be a witness every day.
I used to ponder on what...
#love
#friendship
#memories
#TimeHeals
#MovingOn
28 reads
21 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 5:22pm
2nd Jan 2025 5:22pm
the beginning
The beginning
On his space-ship had traveled far to
a place where no big bang had happened
No rocks had been thrown into the room
named stars and planets like Saturn
Pluto and Mars
A place that can not be called dark because
darkness suggests an absence of light
Where a compact silence had slowed his ship
had no beginning or end
there was no North, West, South or East
navigating back to life was a hopeless task
no, up or down, left or right
He had reached a point where nothing had
ever existed, naturally, he asked...
On his space-ship had traveled far to
a place where no big bang had happened
No rocks had been thrown into the room
named stars and planets like Saturn
Pluto and Mars
A place that can not be called dark because
darkness suggests an absence of light
Where a compact silence had slowed his ship
had no beginning or end
there was no North, West, South or East
navigating back to life was a hopeless task
no, up or down, left or right
He had reached a point where nothing had
ever existed, naturally, he asked...
#anger
#apathy
#MovingOn
#regret
#revenge
32 reads
0 Comments
BaldyBrown
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 8:29am
23rd Jan 2025 8:29am
Right By the Balls
Going on sixty-four, I've developed a dangerous penchant for change. Captain sparky would quickly point out the fact that probably 97 percent of us at this age have a steady bearing away from the same, and for obvious reasons. Indeed, my most resent plunge into uncharted waters has found me clinging to a frail piece of bark with nearly all of my earthly possessions and financial assets lost at sea. Like a repulsive shot of back-woods corn mash, I love it. My mother was smoking something when I was in the oven.
Her & I discovered that our dreams collided, so I’ve taken my...
Her & I discovered that our dreams collided, so I’ve taken my...
#betrayal
#disappointment
#gratitude
#MovingOn
#rejection
35 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 6:25pm
18th Jan 2025 6:25pm
Miss Timed
The goddess of time
Doth toy with me today
To to early
For an appointment
That is already running late
Is this her trickery?
Or is it just fate?
Only time will tell
Yet time remains fickle
Under the time goddesses spell
by Jemia
Doth toy with me today
To to early
For an appointment
That is already running late
Is this her trickery?
Or is it just fate?
Only time will tell
Yet time remains fickle
Under the time goddesses spell
by Jemia
#aging
#LifeAsAWriter
#MovingOn #philosophical
#MovingOn #philosophical
43 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Moving On
