Long Poems About Moving On
#MovingOn
Long poems about moving on. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Butter Rum II (Only Bitches Talk Shit)
You a fake ass Queen where you stand
I blocked your two cent ass because you came off as a man
No time to play with a slutty cunt with kids.. let the shit be real
Yeah I’m assassinating your family like a oath I took from being a Navy Seal
I don’t exist
Want you gonna do trick
As I expected... not shit
You talk a good game like you bad… you shouldn’t came out swinging
Naw… you not smart enough for that type of thinking
The only result from that is your blood rushing down your throat you drinking
Yeah, I like...
I blocked your two cent ass because you came off as a man
No time to play with a slutty cunt with kids.. let the shit be real
Yeah I’m assassinating your family like a oath I took from being a Navy Seal
I don’t exist
Want you gonna do trick
As I expected... not shit
You talk a good game like you bad… you shouldn’t came out swinging
Naw… you not smart enough for that type of thinking
The only result from that is your blood rushing down your throat you drinking
Yeah, I like...
#city
#MovingOn
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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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Roller Coasting
She was 56, her siblings were Disney villains, and the husband she'd waited a lifetime for pronounced her "undiagnosed bipolar" a mere three months into their marriage. The woman he left her for wasn't particularly young, thin, or pretty. No, his new wife, Karla, was infuriatingly easy going, a pediatric social worker who taught yoga on Saturdays.
Mary Jane had nothing but substitute teaching jobs, a great set of anodized cookware, a small, paid-off condo and $35,000 inherited from her beloved mother. Her life was easy to leave, and that's what she would do, for a while....
Mary Jane had nothing but substitute teaching jobs, a great set of anodized cookware, a small, paid-off condo and $35,000 inherited from her beloved mother. Her life was easy to leave, and that's what she would do, for a while....
#BestFriend
#travel
#art
#MovingOn
#ThrillSeeking
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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
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(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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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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Yay, I No Longer Love You!
for seventeen years
i thought about you too much
even though
we never spent a lot of time together
even though you hired small planes
towing massive banners
to fly over my neighborhood
with the embarrassing message
WENDY, YOU ARE NOT IMPORTANT TO ME!
the fact that i loved you
and i know it was obvious- i suck at hiding things
seems to have grossed you out
and i suppose i get that
you are intellectual
and i dropped out of tenth grade
but - not that you care-
my manager at Burger King ...
i thought about you too much
even though
we never spent a lot of time together
even though you hired small planes
towing massive banners
to fly over my neighborhood
with the embarrassing message
WENDY, YOU ARE NOT IMPORTANT TO ME!
the fact that i loved you
and i know it was obvious- i suck at hiding things
seems to have grossed you out
and i suppose i get that
you are intellectual
and i dropped out of tenth grade
but - not that you care-
my manager at Burger King ...
#BDSM
#funny
#UnrequitedLove #MovingOn
#UnrequitedLove #MovingOn
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Moving Near (The quest to not be stupid)
Two days
before the end of the school year
weeks after i'd signed my '23/'24 contract
I abruptly announced to my vice principal
that i was not returning
brave
stupid
but mostly brave
hanging on to the wrong job
just because it's safe
limits one's life
and is therefore stupid
six months
after a hurtful incident
in which i learned
-yet again-
to trust no one
and to watch what i say
or type
i have to move on
festering over the injustice
can only limit my life ...
before the end of the school year
weeks after i'd signed my '23/'24 contract
I abruptly announced to my vice principal
that i was not returning
brave
stupid
but mostly brave
hanging on to the wrong job
just because it's safe
limits one's life
and is therefore stupid
six months
after a hurtful incident
in which i learned
-yet again-
to trust no one
and to watch what i say
or type
i have to move on
festering over the injustice
can only limit my life ...
#MovingOn
#determination
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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.
..
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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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Escape
You told me I needed to change, something was wrong with my brain. So i kept bending and bending, but you still called me crazy, and honestly I was starting to feel like maybe I wasn’t sane.
But no matter how much I changed, it was never enough. You wanted me to break. Years spent walking on egg shells, terrified to make a simple mistake, all the sleepless nights I lied awake, filled with heartache wondering how much more could I take?
And when you’d feel me pulling away, you always knew exactly what to say in order to make me stay. So I’d tell myself everything will...
But no matter how much I changed, it was never enough. You wanted me to break. Years spent walking on egg shells, terrified to make a simple mistake, all the sleepless nights I lied awake, filled with heartache wondering how much more could I take?
And when you’d feel me pulling away, you always knew exactly what to say in order to make me stay. So I’d tell myself everything will...
#sadness
#breakup
#MovingOn
#escape
#manipulation
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A night in county lockup after f**king on the kale display
I bummed a vape
pen that Jenny
had stashed in her
bra and waited for
someone to post bail
I grinned at the list of
charges read that morning:
Assault
Battery
Indecent exposure
Lewd and lascivious behavior
on a Whole Foods
kale display,
I handed the vape back
to Penny.
Jenny?
Whatever.
The chick
in here with me.
She got drunk
and peed in public.
Me.
I was sober.
First time all week.
When you played
jump rope...
pen that Jenny
had stashed in her
bra and waited for
someone to post bail
I grinned at the list of
charges read that morning:
Assault
Battery
Indecent exposure
Lewd and lascivious behavior
on a Whole Foods
kale display,
I handed the vape back
to Penny.
Jenny?
Whatever.
The chick
in here with me.
She got drunk
and peed in public.
Me.
I was sober.
First time all week.
When you played
jump rope...
#anger
#love
#breakup
#MovingOn
#obsession
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Mother
In that house
I see trivial wares in frivolous places
Piles of desires cluttering spaces
Overfilled closets of uncharted dreams
Decaying on the hearth, my shattered esteem
In that house
The emptiness endured; the hollow pride
Unfurnished wisdom; the devil’s chide
Your loathing of me was all to scathing
In your diffidence, I am bathing
In that house
The spoils of childhood wearing too thin
Unhandsome depravity of counterfeit kin
She idolized the...
I see trivial wares in frivolous places
Piles of desires cluttering spaces
Overfilled closets of uncharted dreams
Decaying on the hearth, my shattered esteem
In that house
The emptiness endured; the hollow pride
Unfurnished wisdom; the devil’s chide
Your loathing of me was all to scathing
In your diffidence, I am bathing
In that house
The spoils of childhood wearing too thin
Unhandsome depravity of counterfeit kin
She idolized the...
#abuse
#MovingOn
#acceptance
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Moving On