Poems About Moving On Published by Members Recently Online
#MovingOn
Poems about moving on published by members recently online.
there's no ghosts here
I hang up washing inside
out of the reaching fingers of rain
that would have us clothesless
for a few more days
He won't come near this room
can barely step inside
without his insides breaking
into emotions you can't lock in a box
I can still see her last breaths here
if I remember to look backwards through time
a nurse of one side of her bed
me holding her hand telling her
it's going to be okay
though she wasn't lucid enough
to know I was lying
I wasn't there for her last breath
maybe I'd...
out of the reaching fingers of rain
that would have us clothesless
for a few more days
He won't come near this room
can barely step inside
without his insides breaking
into emotions you can't lock in a box
I can still see her last breaths here
if I remember to look backwards through time
a nurse of one side of her bed
me holding her hand telling her
it's going to be okay
though she wasn't lucid enough
to know I was lying
I wasn't there for her last breath
maybe I'd...
#grief
#death
#MovingOn #acceptance
#MovingOn #acceptance
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there's no ghosts here
I hang up washing inside
out of the reaching fingers of rain
that would have us clothesless
for a few more days
He won't come near this room
can barely step inside
without his insides breaking
into emotions you can't lock in a box
I can still see her last breaths here
if I remember to look backwards through time
a nurse of one side of her bed
me holding her hand telling her
it's going to be okay
though she wasn't lucid enough
to know I was lying
I wasn't there for her last breath
maybe I'd...
out of the reaching fingers of rain
that would have us clothesless
for a few more days
He won't come near this room
can barely step inside
without his insides breaking
into emotions you can't lock in a box
I can still see her last breaths here
if I remember to look backwards through time
a nurse of one side of her bed
me holding her hand telling her
it's going to be okay
though she wasn't lucid enough
to know I was lying
I wasn't there for her last breath
maybe I'd...
#grief
#death
#MovingOn #acceptance
#MovingOn #acceptance
461 reads
4 Comments
there's no ghosts here
I hang up washing inside
out of the reaching fingers of rain
that would have us clothesless
for a few more days
He won't come near this room
can barely step inside
without his insides breaking
into emotions you can't lock in a box
I can still see her last breaths here
if I remember to look backwards through time
a nurse of one side of her bed
me holding her hand telling her
it's going to be okay
though she wasn't lucid enough
to know I was lying
I wasn't there for her last breath
maybe I'd...
out of the reaching fingers of rain
that would have us clothesless
for a few more days
He won't come near this room
can barely step inside
without his insides breaking
into emotions you can't lock in a box
I can still see her last breaths here
if I remember to look backwards through time
a nurse of one side of her bed
me holding her hand telling her
it's going to be okay
though she wasn't lucid enough
to know I was lying
I wasn't there for her last breath
maybe I'd...
#grief
#death
#MovingOn #acceptance
#MovingOn #acceptance
461 reads
4 Comments
there's no ghosts here
I hang up washing inside
out of the reaching fingers of rain
that would have us clothesless
for a few more days
He won't come near this room
can barely step inside
without his insides breaking
into emotions you can't lock in a box
I can still see her last breaths here
if I remember to look backwards through time
a nurse of one side of her bed
me holding her hand telling her
it's going to be okay
though she wasn't lucid enough
to know I was lying
I wasn't there for her last breath
maybe I'd...
out of the reaching fingers of rain
that would have us clothesless
for a few more days
He won't come near this room
can barely step inside
without his insides breaking
into emotions you can't lock in a box
I can still see her last breaths here
if I remember to look backwards through time
a nurse of one side of her bed
me holding her hand telling her
it's going to be okay
though she wasn't lucid enough
to know I was lying
I wasn't there for her last breath
maybe I'd...
#grief
#death
#MovingOn #acceptance
#MovingOn #acceptance
461 reads
4 Comments
The Feeling of Lost
I watched another sun come up
And another sun has set
As shadows lengthen into the night
But nights no darker than the day
And my life
Both good and bad
Lies wasted in the stain
The feeling of lost
Which cradles me now in emptiness
And for what?
For saying I wanted to be kissed as if this was our last breath
For wanting to be part of us
And not a me and you
For wanting warmth and not just a body
Lying beside me in the bed
*
...
And another sun has set
As shadows lengthen into the night
But nights no darker than the day
And my life
Both good and bad
Lies wasted in the stain
The feeling of lost
Which cradles me now in emptiness
And for what?
For saying I wanted to be kissed as if this was our last breath
For wanting to be part of us
And not a me and you
For wanting warmth and not just a body
Lying beside me in the bed
*
...
#relationships
#breakup
#MovingOn #hurt
#MovingOn #hurt
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6 Comments
The Feeling of Lost
I watched another sun come up
And another sun has set
As shadows lengthen into the night
But nights no darker than the day
And my life
Both good and bad
Lies wasted in the stain
The feeling of lost
Which cradles me now in emptiness
And for what?
For saying I wanted to be kissed as if this was our last breath
For wanting to be part of us
And not a me and you
For wanting warmth and not just a body
Lying beside me in the bed
*
...
And another sun has set
As shadows lengthen into the night
But nights no darker than the day
And my life
Both good and bad
Lies wasted in the stain
The feeling of lost
Which cradles me now in emptiness
And for what?
For saying I wanted to be kissed as if this was our last breath
For wanting to be part of us
And not a me and you
For wanting warmth and not just a body
Lying beside me in the bed
*
...
#relationships
#breakup
#MovingOn #hurt
#MovingOn #hurt
667 reads
6 Comments
The Feeling of Lost
I watched another sun come up
And another sun has set
As shadows lengthen into the night
But nights no darker than the day
And my life
Both good and bad
Lies wasted in the stain
The feeling of lost
Which cradles me now in emptiness
And for what?
For saying I wanted to be kissed as if this was our last breath
For wanting to be part of us
And not a me and you
For wanting warmth and not just a body
Lying beside me in the bed
*
...
And another sun has set
As shadows lengthen into the night
But nights no darker than the day
And my life
Both good and bad
Lies wasted in the stain
The feeling of lost
Which cradles me now in emptiness
And for what?
For saying I wanted to be kissed as if this was our last breath
For wanting to be part of us
And not a me and you
For wanting warmth and not just a body
Lying beside me in the bed
*
...
#relationships
#breakup
#MovingOn #hurt
#MovingOn #hurt
667 reads
6 Comments
The Feeling of Lost
I watched another sun come up
And another sun has set
As shadows lengthen into the night
But nights no darker than the day
And my life
Both good and bad
Lies wasted in the stain
The feeling of lost
Which cradles me now in emptiness
And for what?
For saying I wanted to be kissed as if this was our last breath
For wanting to be part of us
And not a me and you
For wanting warmth and not just a body
Lying beside me in the bed
*
...
And another sun has set
As shadows lengthen into the night
But nights no darker than the day
And my life
Both good and bad
Lies wasted in the stain
The feeling of lost
Which cradles me now in emptiness
And for what?
For saying I wanted to be kissed as if this was our last breath
For wanting to be part of us
And not a me and you
For wanting warmth and not just a body
Lying beside me in the bed
*
...
#relationships
#breakup
#MovingOn #hurt
#MovingOn #hurt
667 reads
6 Comments
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
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0 Comments
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
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
E 35
Summer fades
It tested us
A few more ice cream cones
Then winter
It tested us
A few more ice cream cones
Then winter
#MovingOn
730 reads
18 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Moving On Published by Members Recently Online