Poems About Moving On Published by Members Recently Online
#MovingOn
Poems about moving on published by members recently online.
Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
6th Oct 2019 11:20am
6th Oct 2019 11:20am
Makers Match
I turn from what once was
Amongst the torment struck
A life meant in light towards the night
To find the dark my only way
A cinder cast towards the flames
Reaping upon the sin therein
To feed upon the pain of life
Don’t step back, break through
The notions held throw them in
Burn them upon the fire to cease
Through the motion
A calling devotion
Wakes within a dark rebirth
The passage torn of willing
My choice and predetermined path
Stand upon the same free flowing track ...
Amongst the torment struck
A life meant in light towards the night
To find the dark my only way
A cinder cast towards the flames
Reaping upon the sin therein
To feed upon the pain of life
Don’t step back, break through
The notions held throw them in
Burn them upon the fire to cease
Through the motion
A calling devotion
Wakes within a dark rebirth
The passage torn of willing
My choice and predetermined path
Stand upon the same free flowing track ...
#fate
#honesty
#MovingOn
#escape
#sacrifice
951 reads
4 Comments
Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
6th Oct 2019 11:20am
6th Oct 2019 11:20am
Makers Match
I turn from what once was
Amongst the torment struck
A life meant in light towards the night
To find the dark my only way
A cinder cast towards the flames
Reaping upon the sin therein
To feed upon the pain of life
Don’t step back, break through
The notions held throw them in
Burn them upon the fire to cease
Through the motion
A calling devotion
Wakes within a dark rebirth
The passage torn of willing
My choice and predetermined path
Stand upon the same free flowing track ...
Amongst the torment struck
A life meant in light towards the night
To find the dark my only way
A cinder cast towards the flames
Reaping upon the sin therein
To feed upon the pain of life
Don’t step back, break through
The notions held throw them in
Burn them upon the fire to cease
Through the motion
A calling devotion
Wakes within a dark rebirth
The passage torn of willing
My choice and predetermined path
Stand upon the same free flowing track ...
#fate
#honesty
#MovingOn
#escape
#sacrifice
951 reads
4 Comments
Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
6th Oct 2019 11:20am
6th Oct 2019 11:20am
Makers Match
I turn from what once was
Amongst the torment struck
A life meant in light towards the night
To find the dark my only way
A cinder cast towards the flames
Reaping upon the sin therein
To feed upon the pain of life
Don’t step back, break through
The notions held throw them in
Burn them upon the fire to cease
Through the motion
A calling devotion
Wakes within a dark rebirth
The passage torn of willing
My choice and predetermined path
Stand upon the same free flowing track ...
Amongst the torment struck
A life meant in light towards the night
To find the dark my only way
A cinder cast towards the flames
Reaping upon the sin therein
To feed upon the pain of life
Don’t step back, break through
The notions held throw them in
Burn them upon the fire to cease
Through the motion
A calling devotion
Wakes within a dark rebirth
The passage torn of willing
My choice and predetermined path
Stand upon the same free flowing track ...
#fate
#honesty
#MovingOn
#escape
#sacrifice
951 reads
4 Comments
Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
6th Oct 2019 11:20am
6th Oct 2019 11:20am
Makers Match
I turn from what once was
Amongst the torment struck
A life meant in light towards the night
To find the dark my only way
A cinder cast towards the flames
Reaping upon the sin therein
To feed upon the pain of life
Don’t step back, break through
The notions held throw them in
Burn them upon the fire to cease
Through the motion
A calling devotion
Wakes within a dark rebirth
The passage torn of willing
My choice and predetermined path
Stand upon the same free flowing track ...
Amongst the torment struck
A life meant in light towards the night
To find the dark my only way
A cinder cast towards the flames
Reaping upon the sin therein
To feed upon the pain of life
Don’t step back, break through
The notions held throw them in
Burn them upon the fire to cease
Through the motion
A calling devotion
Wakes within a dark rebirth
The passage torn of willing
My choice and predetermined path
Stand upon the same free flowing track ...
#fate
#honesty
#MovingOn
#escape
#sacrifice
951 reads
4 Comments
Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
6th Oct 2019 11:20am
6th Oct 2019 11:20am
Makers Match
I turn from what once was
Amongst the torment struck
A life meant in light towards the night
To find the dark my only way
A cinder cast towards the flames
Reaping upon the sin therein
To feed upon the pain of life
Don’t step back, break through
The notions held throw them in
Burn them upon the fire to cease
Through the motion
A calling devotion
Wakes within a dark rebirth
The passage torn of willing
My choice and predetermined path
Stand upon the same free flowing track ...
Amongst the torment struck
A life meant in light towards the night
To find the dark my only way
A cinder cast towards the flames
Reaping upon the sin therein
To feed upon the pain of life
Don’t step back, break through
The notions held throw them in
Burn them upon the fire to cease
Through the motion
A calling devotion
Wakes within a dark rebirth
The passage torn of willing
My choice and predetermined path
Stand upon the same free flowing track ...
#fate
#honesty
#MovingOn
#escape
#sacrifice
951 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 4:50pm
30th Nov 2021 4:50pm
Seeking Forgiveness From Carmen
Seeking Forgiveness From Carmen
Carmen the waitress says, “Are you bored with this side of town? I bet there are a lot of great attractions around the college town where you are going?”
“The reason I am moving is that the house needs a lot of repairs.”
“You told me that.”
Drawn by Auld Lang Syne my city wheels roll in clouds of time.
The weathered facades of a wooden portrait of the once-grand restaurant broke my heart. The candlelit room where I dined on my last supper with her had retreated to the size of a small tea...
Carmen the waitress says, “Are you bored with this side of town? I bet there are a lot of great attractions around the college town where you are going?”
“The reason I am moving is that the house needs a lot of repairs.”
“You told me that.”
Drawn by Auld Lang Syne my city wheels roll in clouds of time.
The weathered facades of a wooden portrait of the once-grand restaurant broke my heart. The candlelit room where I dined on my last supper with her had retreated to the size of a small tea...
#love
#heartbroken
#romantic #MovingOn
#romantic #MovingOn
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 4:50pm
30th Nov 2021 4:50pm
Seeking Forgiveness From Carmen
Seeking Forgiveness From Carmen
Carmen the waitress says, “Are you bored with this side of town? I bet there are a lot of great attractions around the college town where you are going?”
“The reason I am moving is that the house needs a lot of repairs.”
“You told me that.”
Drawn by Auld Lang Syne my city wheels roll in clouds of time.
The weathered facades of a wooden portrait of the once-grand restaurant broke my heart. The candlelit room where I dined on my last supper with her had retreated to the size of a small tea...
Carmen the waitress says, “Are you bored with this side of town? I bet there are a lot of great attractions around the college town where you are going?”
“The reason I am moving is that the house needs a lot of repairs.”
“You told me that.”
Drawn by Auld Lang Syne my city wheels roll in clouds of time.
The weathered facades of a wooden portrait of the once-grand restaurant broke my heart. The candlelit room where I dined on my last supper with her had retreated to the size of a small tea...
#love
#heartbroken
#romantic #MovingOn
#romantic #MovingOn
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0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 4:50pm
30th Nov 2021 4:50pm
Seeking Forgiveness From Carmen
Seeking Forgiveness From Carmen
Carmen the waitress says, “Are you bored with this side of town? I bet there are a lot of great attractions around the college town where you are going?”
“The reason I am moving is that the house needs a lot of repairs.”
“You told me that.”
Drawn by Auld Lang Syne my city wheels roll in clouds of time.
The weathered facades of a wooden portrait of the once-grand restaurant broke my heart. The candlelit room where I dined on my last supper with her had retreated to the size of a small tea...
Carmen the waitress says, “Are you bored with this side of town? I bet there are a lot of great attractions around the college town where you are going?”
“The reason I am moving is that the house needs a lot of repairs.”
“You told me that.”
Drawn by Auld Lang Syne my city wheels roll in clouds of time.
The weathered facades of a wooden portrait of the once-grand restaurant broke my heart. The candlelit room where I dined on my last supper with her had retreated to the size of a small tea...
#love
#heartbroken
#romantic #MovingOn
#romantic #MovingOn
298 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 4:50pm
30th Nov 2021 4:50pm
Seeking Forgiveness From Carmen
Seeking Forgiveness From Carmen
Carmen the waitress says, “Are you bored with this side of town? I bet there are a lot of great attractions around the college town where you are going?”
“The reason I am moving is that the house needs a lot of repairs.”
“You told me that.”
Drawn by Auld Lang Syne my city wheels roll in clouds of time.
The weathered facades of a wooden portrait of the once-grand restaurant broke my heart. The candlelit room where I dined on my last supper with her had retreated to the size of a small tea...
Carmen the waitress says, “Are you bored with this side of town? I bet there are a lot of great attractions around the college town where you are going?”
“The reason I am moving is that the house needs a lot of repairs.”
“You told me that.”
Drawn by Auld Lang Syne my city wheels roll in clouds of time.
The weathered facades of a wooden portrait of the once-grand restaurant broke my heart. The candlelit room where I dined on my last supper with her had retreated to the size of a small tea...
#love
#heartbroken
#romantic #MovingOn
#romantic #MovingOn
298 reads
0 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
658 reads
12 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 7:35pm
26th Jan 2025 7:35pm
Friendship...poof!
The Cycle of Friendship...
We played dolls every Friday while her Mom babysat me. Then our mothers fought and I never saw her again. I don't remember her name!
Lisa sat in front of me in 1st grade. We sat together at lunch. Then, my mother moved us across the city.
At the new school there was Chuckie. He made funny faces. The end of the school year was the last I saw him.
Kids came and went. I expected it. Then I married Fat Boy and I wasn't allowed friends. There were a couple women here and there that were almost friends until Fat Boy...
We played dolls every Friday while her Mom babysat me. Then our mothers fought and I never saw her again. I don't remember her name!
Lisa sat in front of me in 1st grade. We sat together at lunch. Then, my mother moved us across the city.
At the new school there was Chuckie. He made funny faces. The end of the school year was the last I saw him.
Kids came and went. I expected it. Then I married Fat Boy and I wasn't allowed friends. There were a couple women here and there that were almost friends until Fat Boy...
#bittersweet
#disappointment
#IMissYou
#MovingOn
#sadness
166 reads
10 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 7:35pm
26th Jan 2025 7:35pm
Friendship...poof!
The Cycle of Friendship...
We played dolls every Friday while her Mom babysat me. Then our mothers fought and I never saw her again. I don't remember her name!
Lisa sat in front of me in 1st grade. We sat together at lunch. Then, my mother moved us across the city.
At the new school there was Chuckie. He made funny faces. The end of the school year was the last I saw him.
Kids came and went. I expected it. Then I married Fat Boy and I wasn't allowed friends. There were a couple women here and there that were almost friends until Fat Boy...
We played dolls every Friday while her Mom babysat me. Then our mothers fought and I never saw her again. I don't remember her name!
Lisa sat in front of me in 1st grade. We sat together at lunch. Then, my mother moved us across the city.
At the new school there was Chuckie. He made funny faces. The end of the school year was the last I saw him.
Kids came and went. I expected it. Then I married Fat Boy and I wasn't allowed friends. There were a couple women here and there that were almost friends until Fat Boy...
#bittersweet
#disappointment
#IMissYou
#MovingOn
#sadness
166 reads
10 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Moving On Published by Members Recently Online
