Poems About Moving On Published by Members Recently Online
#MovingOn
Poems about moving on published by members recently online.
PAR
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 11:50pm
4th Nov 2024 11:50pm
Clear Haiku
Crystal clarity
In glass, a pure reflection
Warmth in cold embrace.
In glass, a pure reflection
Warmth in cold embrace.
#alcohol
#haiku
#MovingOn #sea
#MovingOn #sea
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4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 11:50pm
4th Nov 2024 11:50pm
Clear Haiku
Crystal clarity
In glass, a pure reflection
Warmth in cold embrace.
In glass, a pure reflection
Warmth in cold embrace.
#alcohol
#haiku
#MovingOn #sea
#MovingOn #sea
77 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 11:50pm
4th Nov 2024 11:50pm
Clear Haiku
Crystal clarity
In glass, a pure reflection
Warmth in cold embrace.
In glass, a pure reflection
Warmth in cold embrace.
#alcohol
#haiku
#MovingOn #sea
#MovingOn #sea
77 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 11:50pm
4th Nov 2024 11:50pm
Clear Haiku
Crystal clarity
In glass, a pure reflection
Warmth in cold embrace.
In glass, a pure reflection
Warmth in cold embrace.
#alcohol
#haiku
#MovingOn #sea
#MovingOn #sea
77 reads
4 Comments
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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12 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
30th Jan 2021 10:58pm
30th Jan 2021 10:58pm
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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4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
30th Jan 2021 10:58pm
30th Jan 2021 10:58pm
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
448 reads
4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
30th Jan 2021 10:58pm
30th Jan 2021 10:58pm
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
448 reads
4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
30th Jan 2021 10:58pm
30th Jan 2021 10:58pm
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
448 reads
4 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
424 reads
10 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
424 reads
10 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
9th Nov 2020 10:24am
9th Nov 2020 10:24am
LIFE'S JOURNEY
AMAZING
It started when
you squeezed out of
the birth canal:
LIFE'S journey began by
lying still; then you
began to crawl,
then standing unsteady
on your feet, then
wabbling in an exciting walk;
then walking with confidence,
then finally running.
There is more movement,
one more step:
you start to advance and
when you have reached
the mountain TOP;
then you start to CLIMB
and FLY.
The horizon nor the
sky is not the LIMIT,
your thoughts are your
LIMITS. You will never ...
It started when
you squeezed out of
the birth canal:
LIFE'S journey began by
lying still; then you
began to crawl,
then standing unsteady
on your feet, then
wabbling in an exciting walk;
then walking with confidence,
then finally running.
There is more movement,
one more step:
you start to advance and
when you have reached
the mountain TOP;
then you start to CLIMB
and FLY.
The horizon nor the
sky is not the LIMIT,
your thoughts are your
LIMITS. You will never ...
#dreams
#inspirational
#LifeGoals
#MovingOn
#determination
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DU Poetry : Poems About Moving On Published by Members Recently Online
