Poems About Moving On Published by Members Recently Online
#MovingOn
Poems about moving on published by members recently online.
InDreamz
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2020 1:59pm
22nd Oct 2020 1:59pm
Liberated
Once a vivid outline
now a blur
Smudging into the mist of time
memories of you
linger for a while... before
..... Slowly dissipating into the atmosphere
Now, I can see clearly....
now a blur
Smudging into the mist of time
memories of you
linger for a while... before
..... Slowly dissipating into the atmosphere
Now, I can see clearly....
#MovingOn
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PAR
Poem Published
28th Mar 2025 8:40pm
28th Mar 2025 8:40pm
Sixty two years ago
At the height of the colonial crisis
there are broken lands under lethal tension.
Political instability, endless conflicts.
Nations in turmoil, seek what is to come.
Organizations rise up as a voice of reason...
Fragile hope in a divided world.
While openness germinates on the streets,
promises of change in an era that is ending.
Cinemas project stories, realities flow,
dictators build worlds that set us on fire.
Films delve into their dark shadows,
in logical expressionism the aesthetics nestle.
Soft focus on...
there are broken lands under lethal tension.
Political instability, endless conflicts.
Nations in turmoil, seek what is to come.
Organizations rise up as a voice of reason...
Fragile hope in a divided world.
While openness germinates on the streets,
promises of change in an era that is ending.
Cinemas project stories, realities flow,
dictators build worlds that set us on fire.
Films delve into their dark shadows,
in logical expressionism the aesthetics nestle.
Soft focus on...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#historical
#MovingOn
#nonfiction
#WritingPoetry
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5 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
28th Mar 2025 8:40pm
28th Mar 2025 8:40pm
Sixty two years ago
At the height of the colonial crisis
there are broken lands under lethal tension.
Political instability, endless conflicts.
Nations in turmoil, seek what is to come.
Organizations rise up as a voice of reason...
Fragile hope in a divided world.
While openness germinates on the streets,
promises of change in an era that is ending.
Cinemas project stories, realities flow,
dictators build worlds that set us on fire.
Films delve into their dark shadows,
in logical expressionism the aesthetics nestle.
Soft focus on...
there are broken lands under lethal tension.
Political instability, endless conflicts.
Nations in turmoil, seek what is to come.
Organizations rise up as a voice of reason...
Fragile hope in a divided world.
While openness germinates on the streets,
promises of change in an era that is ending.
Cinemas project stories, realities flow,
dictators build worlds that set us on fire.
Films delve into their dark shadows,
in logical expressionism the aesthetics nestle.
Soft focus on...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#historical
#MovingOn
#nonfiction
#WritingPoetry
80 reads
5 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
28th Mar 2025 8:40pm
28th Mar 2025 8:40pm
Sixty two years ago
At the height of the colonial crisis
there are broken lands under lethal tension.
Political instability, endless conflicts.
Nations in turmoil, seek what is to come.
Organizations rise up as a voice of reason...
Fragile hope in a divided world.
While openness germinates on the streets,
promises of change in an era that is ending.
Cinemas project stories, realities flow,
dictators build worlds that set us on fire.
Films delve into their dark shadows,
in logical expressionism the aesthetics nestle.
Soft focus on...
there are broken lands under lethal tension.
Political instability, endless conflicts.
Nations in turmoil, seek what is to come.
Organizations rise up as a voice of reason...
Fragile hope in a divided world.
While openness germinates on the streets,
promises of change in an era that is ending.
Cinemas project stories, realities flow,
dictators build worlds that set us on fire.
Films delve into their dark shadows,
in logical expressionism the aesthetics nestle.
Soft focus on...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#historical
#MovingOn
#nonfiction
#WritingPoetry
80 reads
5 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
28th Mar 2025 8:40pm
28th Mar 2025 8:40pm
Sixty two years ago
At the height of the colonial crisis
there are broken lands under lethal tension.
Political instability, endless conflicts.
Nations in turmoil, seek what is to come.
Organizations rise up as a voice of reason...
Fragile hope in a divided world.
While openness germinates on the streets,
promises of change in an era that is ending.
Cinemas project stories, realities flow,
dictators build worlds that set us on fire.
Films delve into their dark shadows,
in logical expressionism the aesthetics nestle.
Soft focus on...
there are broken lands under lethal tension.
Political instability, endless conflicts.
Nations in turmoil, seek what is to come.
Organizations rise up as a voice of reason...
Fragile hope in a divided world.
While openness germinates on the streets,
promises of change in an era that is ending.
Cinemas project stories, realities flow,
dictators build worlds that set us on fire.
Films delve into their dark shadows,
in logical expressionism the aesthetics nestle.
Soft focus on...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#historical
#MovingOn
#nonfiction
#WritingPoetry
80 reads
5 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
28th Mar 2025 8:40pm
28th Mar 2025 8:40pm
Sixty two years ago
At the height of the colonial crisis
there are broken lands under lethal tension.
Political instability, endless conflicts.
Nations in turmoil, seek what is to come.
Organizations rise up as a voice of reason...
Fragile hope in a divided world.
While openness germinates on the streets,
promises of change in an era that is ending.
Cinemas project stories, realities flow,
dictators build worlds that set us on fire.
Films delve into their dark shadows,
in logical expressionism the aesthetics nestle.
Soft focus on...
there are broken lands under lethal tension.
Political instability, endless conflicts.
Nations in turmoil, seek what is to come.
Organizations rise up as a voice of reason...
Fragile hope in a divided world.
While openness germinates on the streets,
promises of change in an era that is ending.
Cinemas project stories, realities flow,
dictators build worlds that set us on fire.
Films delve into their dark shadows,
in logical expressionism the aesthetics nestle.
Soft focus on...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#historical
#MovingOn
#nonfiction
#WritingPoetry
80 reads
5 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 5:22pm
2nd Jan 2025 5:22pm
the beginning
The beginning
On his space-ship had traveled far to
a place where no big bang had happened
No rocks had been thrown into the room
named stars and planets like Saturn
Pluto and Mars
A place that can not be called dark because
darkness suggests an absence of light
Where a compact silence had slowed his ship
had no beginning or end
there was no North, West, South or East
navigating back to life was a hopeless task
no, up or down, left or right
He had reached a point where nothing had
ever existed, naturally, he asked...
On his space-ship had traveled far to
a place where no big bang had happened
No rocks had been thrown into the room
named stars and planets like Saturn
Pluto and Mars
A place that can not be called dark because
darkness suggests an absence of light
Where a compact silence had slowed his ship
had no beginning or end
there was no North, West, South or East
navigating back to life was a hopeless task
no, up or down, left or right
He had reached a point where nothing had
ever existed, naturally, he asked...
#anger
#apathy
#MovingOn
#regret
#revenge
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oskar
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 5:22pm
2nd Jan 2025 5:22pm
the beginning
The beginning
On his space-ship had traveled far to
a place where no big bang had happened
No rocks had been thrown into the room
named stars and planets like Saturn
Pluto and Mars
A place that can not be called dark because
darkness suggests an absence of light
Where a compact silence had slowed his ship
had no beginning or end
there was no North, West, South or East
navigating back to life was a hopeless task
no, up or down, left or right
He had reached a point where nothing had
ever existed, naturally, he asked...
On his space-ship had traveled far to
a place where no big bang had happened
No rocks had been thrown into the room
named stars and planets like Saturn
Pluto and Mars
A place that can not be called dark because
darkness suggests an absence of light
Where a compact silence had slowed his ship
had no beginning or end
there was no North, West, South or East
navigating back to life was a hopeless task
no, up or down, left or right
He had reached a point where nothing had
ever existed, naturally, he asked...
#anger
#apathy
#MovingOn
#regret
#revenge
54 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 5:22pm
2nd Jan 2025 5:22pm
the beginning
The beginning
On his space-ship had traveled far to
a place where no big bang had happened
No rocks had been thrown into the room
named stars and planets like Saturn
Pluto and Mars
A place that can not be called dark because
darkness suggests an absence of light
Where a compact silence had slowed his ship
had no beginning or end
there was no North, West, South or East
navigating back to life was a hopeless task
no, up or down, left or right
He had reached a point where nothing had
ever existed, naturally, he asked...
On his space-ship had traveled far to
a place where no big bang had happened
No rocks had been thrown into the room
named stars and planets like Saturn
Pluto and Mars
A place that can not be called dark because
darkness suggests an absence of light
Where a compact silence had slowed his ship
had no beginning or end
there was no North, West, South or East
navigating back to life was a hopeless task
no, up or down, left or right
He had reached a point where nothing had
ever existed, naturally, he asked...
#anger
#apathy
#MovingOn
#regret
#revenge
54 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 5:22pm
2nd Jan 2025 5:22pm
the beginning
The beginning
On his space-ship had traveled far to
a place where no big bang had happened
No rocks had been thrown into the room
named stars and planets like Saturn
Pluto and Mars
A place that can not be called dark because
darkness suggests an absence of light
Where a compact silence had slowed his ship
had no beginning or end
there was no North, West, South or East
navigating back to life was a hopeless task
no, up or down, left or right
He had reached a point where nothing had
ever existed, naturally, he asked...
On his space-ship had traveled far to
a place where no big bang had happened
No rocks had been thrown into the room
named stars and planets like Saturn
Pluto and Mars
A place that can not be called dark because
darkness suggests an absence of light
Where a compact silence had slowed his ship
had no beginning or end
there was no North, West, South or East
navigating back to life was a hopeless task
no, up or down, left or right
He had reached a point where nothing had
ever existed, naturally, he asked...
#anger
#apathy
#MovingOn
#regret
#revenge
54 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 5:22pm
2nd Jan 2025 5:22pm
the beginning
The beginning
On his space-ship had traveled far to
a place where no big bang had happened
No rocks had been thrown into the room
named stars and planets like Saturn
Pluto and Mars
A place that can not be called dark because
darkness suggests an absence of light
Where a compact silence had slowed his ship
had no beginning or end
there was no North, West, South or East
navigating back to life was a hopeless task
no, up or down, left or right
He had reached a point where nothing had
ever existed, naturally, he asked...
On his space-ship had traveled far to
a place where no big bang had happened
No rocks had been thrown into the room
named stars and planets like Saturn
Pluto and Mars
A place that can not be called dark because
darkness suggests an absence of light
Where a compact silence had slowed his ship
had no beginning or end
there was no North, West, South or East
navigating back to life was a hopeless task
no, up or down, left or right
He had reached a point where nothing had
ever existed, naturally, he asked...
#anger
#apathy
#MovingOn
#regret
#revenge
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0 Comments
Hashman
Poem Published
14th May 2020 8:50pm
14th May 2020 8:50pm
Rona...leave me the f**k alone-a
Stepping on a gravestone
reaching for a wishbone
feeling like Kevin from "Home Alone"
social distancing with the gnomes.
Standing in the "Drop Zone"
putting out orange cones,
watching for the Amazon drone
to bring some TP home.
Screaming out to the unknown
hanging with "Hambone-Hambone"
playing our trombones
waiting for Sylvester Stallone.
Listen ya old crone,
you smell like Grandma's cologne
and a grey-haired kidney stone...
"Leave me the Fuck Alone".
reaching for a wishbone
feeling like Kevin from "Home Alone"
social distancing with the gnomes.
Standing in the "Drop Zone"
putting out orange cones,
watching for the Amazon drone
to bring some TP home.
Screaming out to the unknown
hanging with "Hambone-Hambone"
playing our trombones
waiting for Sylvester Stallone.
Listen ya old crone,
you smell like Grandma's cologne
and a grey-haired kidney stone...
"Leave me the Fuck Alone".
#MovingOn
#separation
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10 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Moving On Published by Members Recently Online
