Long Poems About Moving On
#MovingOn
Long poems about moving on. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
20th Jun 2024 00:51am
20th Jun 2024 00:51am
Bear Ass Excuses
For four months been dating this girl always with an excuse about sex
From being tired, funerals and the ultimate bullshit-‘I don’t wanna get wet’,
“But the grand female real or unreal excuse is ‘I’m on my cycle’
Thirty days straight, bitch if that’s the case your chances are slim on survival,
“If it is that bad, she should get surgery or some pills for the shit
So, her insides can Stormtrooper clone the length and width of my dick,
“She denied the suggestions with another excuse of no sex before marriage ...
From being tired, funerals and the ultimate bullshit-‘I don’t wanna get wet’,
“But the grand female real or unreal excuse is ‘I’m on my cycle’
Thirty days straight, bitch if that’s the case your chances are slim on survival,
“If it is that bad, she should get surgery or some pills for the shit
So, her insides can Stormtrooper clone the length and width of my dick,
“She denied the suggestions with another excuse of no sex before marriage ...
#MovingOn
#women
245 reads
6 Comments
Officialkn9ne
Poem Published
18th Jun 2024 9:45pm
18th Jun 2024 9:45pm
Life Moves On
Please,
It’s gon’ take more to check me
I am her and she is me
Please come correct when speaking on me
His love comes in three
Holy Trinity
Protect my energy
Can’t see you as my enemy
It’s gon’ take more to get rid of me
Our love is history
Know you think of me
When she’s not in the vicinity
Obsessed with my masculinity and my femininity
Using me for publicity
I don’t understand the negativity
But I promise to be honest
You can save the toxicity
No sympathy for infinity and beyond
It’s...
It’s gon’ take more to check me
I am her and she is me
Please come correct when speaking on me
His love comes in three
Holy Trinity
Protect my energy
Can’t see you as my enemy
It’s gon’ take more to get rid of me
Our love is history
Know you think of me
When she’s not in the vicinity
Obsessed with my masculinity and my femininity
Using me for publicity
I don’t understand the negativity
But I promise to be honest
You can save the toxicity
No sympathy for infinity and beyond
It’s...
#disappointment
#honesty
#MovingOn
#revenge
#TimeHeals
198 reads
2 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
7th Jun 2024 10:45am
7th Jun 2024 10:45am
(#1) Bright Blue Walls
Hey.. what are you after?’ She says
and I tell her who I’m here to see
as she buzzes me into the building
she’s a carbon copy of me
septum ring, awkwardly dressed
stick in her right hand
as we catch the lift together
stand cramped in an oblong box
as a door slides open
releasing us out into the world.
The place is like Fort Knox
as we talk through more intercoms
and it makes sense when I think
about the clientele
all the battered souls of the...
and I tell her who I’m here to see
as she buzzes me into the building
she’s a carbon copy of me
septum ring, awkwardly dressed
stick in her right hand
as we catch the lift together
stand cramped in an oblong box
as a door slides open
releasing us out into the world.
The place is like Fort Knox
as we talk through more intercoms
and it makes sense when I think
about the clientele
all the battered souls of the...
#confessional
#DomesticViolence
#MovingOn
#myself
#StreamOfConsciousness
266 reads
4 Comments
GN101
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 10:04am
11th Apr 2024 10:04am
A Beautiful Prison
Time, you will do it
Time, it will try its very best to break you
No matter who you are
Nobody knows the beautiful prison I have built for myself, it has secret views to die for
Views I’m dying for all over again just to give it away one day, just to give you this glimpse of it now
Very few know, who’s keeping time for an infinite regress and the damage it will ultimately do to a human soul
The cruel passage of time, perhaps the cruellest of all, it unravels ideas?
Through the mundane, it transcends the mundane...
Time, it will try its very best to break you
No matter who you are
Nobody knows the beautiful prison I have built for myself, it has secret views to die for
Views I’m dying for all over again just to give it away one day, just to give you this glimpse of it now
Very few know, who’s keeping time for an infinite regress and the damage it will ultimately do to a human soul
The cruel passage of time, perhaps the cruellest of all, it unravels ideas?
Through the mundane, it transcends the mundane...
#MovingOn
146 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
25th Feb 2024 5:13am
25th Feb 2024 5:13am
sufficient unto the day
You are alive today, and no matter what your condition, make a
mark here and now. Opportunity is at every moment, seizing it is
pleasure.”—Angelo Sotira
do not borrow
from tomorrow
fat and marrow
for today;
if you serve now
your reserve, how
will you face life's ...
mark here and now. Opportunity is at every moment, seizing it is
pleasure.”—Angelo Sotira
do not borrow
from tomorrow
fat and marrow
for today;
if you serve now
your reserve, how
will you face life's ...
#LifeStruggles
#TimeHeals
#LifeCycle #MovingOn
#LifeCycle #MovingOn
173 reads
2 Comments
Dohnangelo
Dohn Angelo
Dohn Angelo
Poem Published
21st Feb 2024 5:12pm
21st Feb 2024 5:12pm
Simple Deadly Changes
Change is such a funny little thing.
Our daily repetitive burnt out lives, longing for a slight difference in what is brought onto tomorrow.
Because one simple change can be all it takes for somebody to completely hit rock bottom.
But it also ought to be one of the most unexpected, subtly frightening things.
Because that night you see, things had changed so much for me.
Your soothing words flow like the lullaby of death and the silent impact is most disastrous.
For that night what seemed so simple, was far more impactful than anyone ever could have...
Our daily repetitive burnt out lives, longing for a slight difference in what is brought onto tomorrow.
Because one simple change can be all it takes for somebody to completely hit rock bottom.
But it also ought to be one of the most unexpected, subtly frightening things.
Because that night you see, things had changed so much for me.
Your soothing words flow like the lullaby of death and the silent impact is most disastrous.
For that night what seemed so simple, was far more impactful than anyone ever could have...
#love
#honesty
#MovingOn
#acceptance
#healing
152 reads
1 Comment
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
31st Jan 2024 1:49pm
31st Jan 2024 1:49pm
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
276 reads
10 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
29th Jan 2024 5:43am
29th Jan 2024 5:43am
upon this lovely january morn
a debut saltation for 2024
“I like the dreams of the future better than the history
of the past.”—Thomas Jefferson
upon this lovely january morn,
o how my heart, intrepid in its pulse,
keeps vigil, as the fledgling year is born,
while earth's nerves, in her afterbirth, convulse!
she sucks her first breath from the virgin wind
...
“I like the dreams of the future better than the history
of the past.”—Thomas Jefferson
upon this lovely january morn,
o how my heart, intrepid in its pulse,
keeps vigil, as the fledgling year is born,
while earth's nerves, in her afterbirth, convulse!
she sucks her first breath from the virgin wind
...
#hope
#holiday
#TimeHeals
#MovingOn
#NewYear
174 reads
2 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
26th Jan 2024 7:03am
26th Jan 2024 7:03am
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
204 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
21st Dec 2023 2:20pm
21st Dec 2023 2:20pm
2024
The year of twenty twenty-four is near
and with it comes a hope for better days.
A time to heal the wounds of yesteryear
and face the future in a brighter gaze
But what will be the challenges ahead?
What trials and tribulations will we face?
Will we be able to overcome the dread
that lingers from the past and leaves a trace?
In nineteen twenty-four, a year of change.
Two men of different fates and different lands:
One breathed his last, the other saw the light
one left a legacy, the other began his fight.
...
and with it comes a hope for better days.
A time to heal the wounds of yesteryear
and face the future in a brighter gaze
But what will be the challenges ahead?
What trials and tribulations will we face?
Will we be able to overcome the dread
that lingers from the past and leaves a trace?
In nineteen twenty-four, a year of change.
Two men of different fates and different lands:
One breathed his last, the other saw the light
one left a legacy, the other began his fight.
...
#LifeStruggles
#TimeHeals
#MovingOn
#healing
#emotions
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missjem56
Poem Published
13th Nov 2023 3:40pm
13th Nov 2023 3:40pm
Moving On
last friday i attended a review with the gender clinic, and the primary points were with regards unfinished changes, which i'd sidelined, due to my heart ops, with regards voice training, and epilation, as i was focused on the actual reassignment surgery, which was successfully completed in May 2019.
she still remembered, as being wonderfully colourful. i said that i was now much more comfortable with my voice as it is, and that yes that i was still occasionally misgendered, but that was usually on the phone (even today) which makes me wince, but it is what it is, and on the phone, it is...
she still remembered, as being wonderfully colourful. i said that i was now much more comfortable with my voice as it is, and that yes that i was still occasionally misgendered, but that was usually on the phone (even today) which makes me wince, but it is what it is, and on the phone, it is...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#MovingOn
#acceptance
#transgender
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PencilScribbles
Scribbles
Scribbles
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2023 3:44am
23rd Sep 2023 3:44am
Silhouette Ash
I lit the four corners first,
but the paper never seemed to catch flame.
It kept burning,
but there were no red embers.
The edges just rolled back slowly,
turned black then gray,
and seemed to melt away.
Slowly, far too slowly.
I wanted it to hurry along,
the weight of those words
had been with me too long.
Even...
but the paper never seemed to catch flame.
It kept burning,
but there were no red embers.
The edges just rolled back slowly,
turned black then gray,
and seemed to melt away.
Slowly, far too slowly.
I wanted it to hurry along,
the weight of those words
had been with me too long.
Even...
#regret
#gratitude
#MovingOn
201 reads
6 Comments
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