Long Poems About Moving On
#MovingOn
Long poems about moving on. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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
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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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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
19th Nov 2023 4:51pm
19th Nov 2023 4:51pm
reign overthrown
I watched the words
unexpectedly appear on my screen
barely surpressing an internal sigh
I really shouldn't be surprised
because after all...
I was the one who walked...
but never blocked
unnecessary...I thought
debating momentarily...
...should I even reply
in the end I did
just to see where it went
and quickly discovered something unforeseen
I knew him...
...he no longer knows me...
...to be more specific...he never really did
having met me at a time in my life
heart broken &...
unexpectedly appear on my screen
barely surpressing an internal sigh
I really shouldn't be surprised
because after all...
I was the one who walked...
but never blocked
unnecessary...I thought
debating momentarily...
...should I even reply
in the end I did
just to see where it went
and quickly discovered something unforeseen
I knew him...
...he no longer knows me...
...to be more specific...he never really did
having met me at a time in my life
heart broken &...
#TimeHeals
#learning
#MovingOn #SelfWorth
#MovingOn #SelfWorth
178 reads
2 Comments
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
188 reads
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The_Nun_Runner
Poem Published
12th Sep 2023 5:45am
12th Sep 2023 5:45am
That Bitch (The Nun Runner Series Part IV)
Upper Eastside
New York
Ring ring…
Opening my eyes to my cell phone bird tone morning sing
Yeah, and who the fuck is this!
Disturbing my beauty sleep this shit best be legit
You got one up on me and that’s only because you’re a dick
My Queen we got some problems coming our way
I do not know how you got this phone number, lick my cunt and have a ride or die day
Lifting my cell phone pushing in my G’s numbers, phone up to my ear
Dammit…I told my crew to remain calm until the...
New York
Ring ring…
Opening my eyes to my cell phone bird tone morning sing
Yeah, and who the fuck is this!
Disturbing my beauty sleep this shit best be legit
You got one up on me and that’s only because you’re a dick
My Queen we got some problems coming our way
I do not know how you got this phone number, lick my cunt and have a ride or die day
Lifting my cell phone pushing in my G’s numbers, phone up to my ear
Dammit…I told my crew to remain calm until the...
#city
#drugs
#MovingOn #epic
#MovingOn #epic
256 reads
The_Nun_Runner
Poem Published
9th Sep 2023 1:53am
9th Sep 2023 1:53am
You About To Get Served And Straight Dealt (Ghosting That Ass IV Of V)
My Queen, the Mexican Cartel want a sit down meeting with you
Nobody wants an all out war in the streets between the crews
Gee, how long have you known me
I will fuck you up or shoot you in your head while you on your knees
Adversity and taking a nigga out, while you half past dead, bleeding out, and still begging for your life with a oh no, pretty please
And bring me that weird looking ass bitch, I heard he was the inside snitch
just make sure to keep your hand on the trigger in...
Nobody wants an all out war in the streets between the crews
Gee, how long have you known me
I will fuck you up or shoot you in your head while you on your knees
Adversity and taking a nigga out, while you half past dead, bleeding out, and still begging for your life with a oh no, pretty please
And bring me that weird looking ass bitch, I heard he was the inside snitch
just make sure to keep your hand on the trigger in...
#city
#MovingOn
236 reads
2 Comments
lookingformngick
Taitum
Taitum
Poem Published
30th Aug 2023 7:03pm
30th Aug 2023 7:03pm
the ghost
It’s 5AM and sunlight is streaming through the windows of this borrowed room
While I lie awake in a new bed joined only by the ghost of us
And I am struck by the brutal truth that history always repeats itself
It was only a few years ago that I laid in another borrowed room, in another town, in another new bed
Accompanied by the ghost of a failed engagement
And a few years before that there was another room and bed and a much more brutal ghost
And now I lay here as this ghost runs it’s hand along my arm
Caressing my skin in a crude imitation of intimacy ...
While I lie awake in a new bed joined only by the ghost of us
And I am struck by the brutal truth that history always repeats itself
It was only a few years ago that I laid in another borrowed room, in another town, in another new bed
Accompanied by the ghost of a failed engagement
And a few years before that there was another room and bed and a much more brutal ghost
And now I lay here as this ghost runs it’s hand along my arm
Caressing my skin in a crude imitation of intimacy ...
#breakup
#MovingOn
#IMissYou #bittersweet
#IMissYou #bittersweet
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BlkLyrycE
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2023 00:40am
3rd Jul 2023 00:40am
Doorsteps
Let me not assume as though I know the person that you are now.
That the love that we once shared still burned in the furnace that reside within the heart that I once called mine.
Has the cup that we used to drank from finally run dry?
Are there no more sequels to this story that we had been writing throughout time?
Or have you found someone else that has offered you more then what I have been able to provide?
There was a time when I was enough,
We would look down upon the earth and reminisce about the lives that we once lived.
Placed bets on who would find...
That the love that we once shared still burned in the furnace that reside within the heart that I once called mine.
Has the cup that we used to drank from finally run dry?
Are there no more sequels to this story that we had been writing throughout time?
Or have you found someone else that has offered you more then what I have been able to provide?
There was a time when I was enough,
We would look down upon the earth and reminisce about the lives that we once lived.
Placed bets on who would find...
#love
#relationships
#heartbroken
#MovingOn
#emotional
324 reads
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schizodude
Poem Published
24th Jun 2023 6:55am
24th Jun 2023 6:55am
(title at the bottom)
i am not one to share how i'm doing
i'd rather be swallowed whole than be the one losing
though in the end that's what ends up happening anyway
you lose the light you had and go on bruising
each dream you had dies and begins fusing
with nightmares that seem all too real and have names you wouldnt feel
not until they've strangled your happiness with muted fallacies
begging you to take one more sip of that liquor
screaming at you that no one gives another sinner
a chance to redeem your self and maybe that true ...
i'd rather be swallowed whole than be the one losing
though in the end that's what ends up happening anyway
you lose the light you had and go on bruising
each dream you had dies and begins fusing
with nightmares that seem all too real and have names you wouldnt feel
not until they've strangled your happiness with muted fallacies
begging you to take one more sip of that liquor
screaming at you that no one gives another sinner
a chance to redeem your self and maybe that true ...
#learning
#MovingOn
#determination
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Wordvomit2001
Poem Published
12th Jun 2023 3:33am
12th Jun 2023 3:33am
invislbe
hopefully this is as good as the others You stole my entire senior year from me prom, graduation , but i can scream about how bad you two fucked me up till my throat is raw and bloodied, but it will never be enough . , ((you wanted control and didn't give a shit if you had to take it from me by force )). But thank you for hell for iam no longer afraid . i will never get those fucking years back but for you j it was fucking tuesday , and for you m you were threatend because i might just might of graduated , become something bigger . but you couldn't let that happen could you you couldn't stand...
#anger
#MovingOn
#escape #DomesticViolence
#escape #DomesticViolence
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DanielChristensen
Poem Published
25th May 2023 5:31pm
25th May 2023 5:31pm
The Book of Corners
Prologue,
The mind is uncentric, a lightning crawled cloud of Vedic faces, mouths forming oscillations of curving gravitonic ellipses, pulling light ambience into planar thread, apportioning geometries with magnetized propulsion, tensile threads woven into the muscular fabric of the heart, coiling into the gelatin ambered spine lexicon, arching its martial finger along the Roman road that hours of resonant conversation has rolled its covalent tongue into the haunted coital corridor between us.
..
1
There are days that time feels unmoored,...
The mind is uncentric, a lightning crawled cloud of Vedic faces, mouths forming oscillations of curving gravitonic ellipses, pulling light ambience into planar thread, apportioning geometries with magnetized propulsion, tensile threads woven into the muscular fabric of the heart, coiling into the gelatin ambered spine lexicon, arching its martial finger along the Roman road that hours of resonant conversation has rolled its covalent tongue into the haunted coital corridor between us.
..
1
There are days that time feels unmoored,...
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#MovingOn
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