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
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
Sukisushicrown
Poem Published
6th Apr 2024 11:35pm
6th Apr 2024 11:35pm
Follow colourful though.
Can you hear me?
Stop playing around with my hair.
I've got three-hundred and ninety-four thousand,five hundred, beautiful sick as fuck views on my alleum website.
What you got foul.
Just stop playing With my hair.
Every strand belongs to me.
Still trying to drive away your abominable hatred. Left in my tea.
Look over there and see how sexy and elegantly I've become.
It was meant to be.
You can continue watching me if you like.
Just leave my hair alone.
Right now,I'm flying higher than...
Stop playing around with my hair.
I've got three-hundred and ninety-four thousand,five hundred, beautiful sick as fuck views on my alleum website.
What you got foul.
Just stop playing With my hair.
Every strand belongs to me.
Still trying to drive away your abominable hatred. Left in my tea.
Look over there and see how sexy and elegantly I've become.
It was meant to be.
You can continue watching me if you like.
Just leave my hair alone.
Right now,I'm flying higher than...
#strength
#uplifting
#MovingOn
#healing
#PersonalGrowth
32 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
15th Dec 2023 1:15am
15th Dec 2023 1:15am
Tick Tock
Ilook to the clock
It's 1:04am
Tick tock, tick tock
Time, sublime
Sublime time
It just keeps moving on
And ON
And on
And on
Then only stops
When you stop
Tick to.....
Then time
Stops dead
And is no longer in your head
It's now 1:07am
And i'm still alive
How time flies
When you're having fun
by Jemia
It's 1:04am
Tick tock, tick tock
Time, sublime
Sublime time
It just keeps moving on
And ON
And on
And on
Then only stops
When you stop
Tick to.....
Then time
Stops dead
And is no longer in your head
It's now 1:07am
And i'm still alive
How time flies
When you're having fun
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#MovingOn #philosophical
#MovingOn #philosophical
34 reads
0 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 3:21am
13th Apr 2024 3:21am
The Value of Time
I can hear some of my watches on my nightstand ticking away
As I lay in bed waiting for sleep in the quiet and dark of night
Wondering how many minutes I’ve wasted on that particular day
Or the years I treated time as infinite but forgetting my time is finite
And then I remember all those lazy days and unproductive hours
All that precious time gifted as it now drifts into the blackness of space
The moments I made something of them while others were wasted
Postponing dreams and aspirations that I always wanted to chase
Now as I approach a...
As I lay in bed waiting for sleep in the quiet and dark of night
Wondering how many minutes I’ve wasted on that particular day
Or the years I treated time as infinite but forgetting my time is finite
And then I remember all those lazy days and unproductive hours
All that precious time gifted as it now drifts into the blackness of space
The moments I made something of them while others were wasted
Postponing dreams and aspirations that I always wanted to chase
Now as I approach a...
#LifeGoals
#MovingOn
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2024
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2024
39 reads
1 Comment
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
17th Oct 2023 3:47pm
17th Oct 2023 3:47pm
getting back on track
I'm not gonna lie
I'm pissed
it shouldn't have happened
...but it did
it's a mess...
well...I am...in some respects
...in others...I'm solid
I could rail at the injustice of it all
rake him thoroughly over the coals
categorically listing the sordid details
...to what end?
it is what it is
and I'm still standing
holding my ground
I've come out of the dark & my light is still shining...
...if a little diminished
picking up pieces of illusion serves no useful purpose
in the end...
...I let him through...
I'm pissed
it shouldn't have happened
...but it did
it's a mess...
well...I am...in some respects
...in others...I'm solid
I could rail at the injustice of it all
rake him thoroughly over the coals
categorically listing the sordid details
...to what end?
it is what it is
and I'm still standing
holding my ground
I've come out of the dark & my light is still shining...
...if a little diminished
picking up pieces of illusion serves no useful purpose
in the end...
...I let him through...
#anger
#confessional
#learning
#MovingOn
#PersonalGrowth
40 reads
0 Comments
tomyaccusers
Poem Published
5th Mar 2024 1:11pm
5th Mar 2024 1:11pm
Gossiping Homies
Bending over the kitchen sink,
Ironing y fronts,
Prosecco,
Babies,
Cream cakes,
Faux fur cushions,
School reports,
School meals,
Nappies,
Pish pads,
Weddings,
Babies,
Triple chins,
Streached chamois cloths,
Babies,
Gossip,
Ladies luncheons,
Church tea parties,
Craft fairs,
Prams,
Babies
Cracked nipple cream,
prolapsed uterus,
Diet club,
Babies
Shoe shopping,
Bulbous bottoms,
Wobbly bingo wings,
Fishwivery,
And ...
Ironing y fronts,
Prosecco,
Babies,
Cream cakes,
Faux fur cushions,
School reports,
School meals,
Nappies,
Pish pads,
Weddings,
Babies,
Triple chins,
Streached chamois cloths,
Babies,
Gossip,
Ladies luncheons,
Church tea parties,
Craft fairs,
Prams,
Babies
Cracked nipple cream,
prolapsed uterus,
Diet club,
Babies
Shoe shopping,
Bulbous bottoms,
Wobbly bingo wings,
Fishwivery,
And ...
#MovingOn
43 reads
DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Moving On
