Poems About Moving On Published by Members Recently Online
#MovingOn
Poems about moving on published by members recently online.
Time Is Calling Me (Moving On To Another Phase In My Life)
The hands of time is calling out to me
Adhere to listening to the soothing powers to be
The sandy grainy bed coated from its cool blanket in no rush to flee
The sounds of the gentle waves as it crawls upon land
Kissing the rock formation retreating as it remains to stand
Seagulls soaring, carried away by the distance wind, troubles behind they leave
Close one’s eyes, taste the salt of its embrace the mind can only perceive
The tranquility within the depths appears so vivid
Voices are quite now, so more whispers of being...
Adhere to listening to the soothing powers to be
The sandy grainy bed coated from its cool blanket in no rush to flee
The sounds of the gentle waves as it crawls upon land
Kissing the rock formation retreating as it remains to stand
Seagulls soaring, carried away by the distance wind, troubles behind they leave
Close one’s eyes, taste the salt of its embrace the mind can only perceive
The tranquility within the depths appears so vivid
Voices are quite now, so more whispers of being...
#identity
#LifeChangingMoment
#WritingPoetry
#MovingOn
#passion
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Time Is Calling Me (Moving On To Another Phase In My Life)
The hands of time is calling out to me
Adhere to listening to the soothing powers to be
The sandy grainy bed coated from its cool blanket in no rush to flee
The sounds of the gentle waves as it crawls upon land
Kissing the rock formation retreating as it remains to stand
Seagulls soaring, carried away by the distance wind, troubles behind they leave
Close one’s eyes, taste the salt of its embrace the mind can only perceive
The tranquility within the depths appears so vivid
Voices are quite now, so more whispers of being...
Adhere to listening to the soothing powers to be
The sandy grainy bed coated from its cool blanket in no rush to flee
The sounds of the gentle waves as it crawls upon land
Kissing the rock formation retreating as it remains to stand
Seagulls soaring, carried away by the distance wind, troubles behind they leave
Close one’s eyes, taste the salt of its embrace the mind can only perceive
The tranquility within the depths appears so vivid
Voices are quite now, so more whispers of being...
#identity
#LifeChangingMoment
#WritingPoetry
#MovingOn
#passion
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19 Comments
The Tick and Take
You spend years with someone
only to recall moments.
Strange.
Those too begin to fade.
Up, up and away
far, far and away those moments
popping like frozen ballons.
A voice can be heard but you're not
sure if it's the same or some fucked
version of what the mind thinks it
might have sounded like.
Nothing is what you think it was
it's all brain games, picking out the
best parts, even the bad doesn't
seem all bad, right now,
but it was, that's why you're
left with those fragmented...
only to recall moments.
Strange.
Those too begin to fade.
Up, up and away
far, far and away those moments
popping like frozen ballons.
A voice can be heard but you're not
sure if it's the same or some fucked
version of what the mind thinks it
might have sounded like.
Nothing is what you think it was
it's all brain games, picking out the
best parts, even the bad doesn't
seem all bad, right now,
but it was, that's why you're
left with those fragmented...
#unicorns
#MovingOn
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4 Comments
The Tick and Take
You spend years with someone
only to recall moments.
Strange.
Those too begin to fade.
Up, up and away
far, far and away those moments
popping like frozen ballons.
A voice can be heard but you're not
sure if it's the same or some fucked
version of what the mind thinks it
might have sounded like.
Nothing is what you think it was
it's all brain games, picking out the
best parts, even the bad doesn't
seem all bad, right now,
but it was, that's why you're
left with those fragmented...
only to recall moments.
Strange.
Those too begin to fade.
Up, up and away
far, far and away those moments
popping like frozen ballons.
A voice can be heard but you're not
sure if it's the same or some fucked
version of what the mind thinks it
might have sounded like.
Nothing is what you think it was
it's all brain games, picking out the
best parts, even the bad doesn't
seem all bad, right now,
but it was, that's why you're
left with those fragmented...
#unicorns
#MovingOn
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4 Comments
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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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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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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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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Cogitatus
how long
do I have -
before your
glazed eyes
greet me
when I pause
to look up
from my page?
each time
I think to myself
~who else is here?~
I’ve spilled every
last drop
of the battle
I suit up for
on any given
Tuesday;
what remains
before I run out
of ways to say
I’m not alright?
~I won’t ever be alright~
but as long as
you’re willing
to watch this
fight to the death,
I’m willing
to put on
a show ...
do I have -
before your
glazed eyes
greet me
when I pause
to look up
from my page?
each time
I think to myself
~who else is here?~
I’ve spilled every
last drop
of the battle
I suit up for
on any given
Tuesday;
what remains
before I run out
of ways to say
I’m not alright?
~I won’t ever be alright~
but as long as
you’re willing
to watch this
fight to the death,
I’m willing
to put on
a show ...
#LifeStruggles
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#MovingOn
#healing
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9 Comments
Cogitatus
how long
do I have -
before your
glazed eyes
greet me
when I pause
to look up
from my page?
each time
I think to myself
~who else is here?~
I’ve spilled every
last drop
of the battle
I suit up for
on any given
Tuesday;
what remains
before I run out
of ways to say
I’m not alright?
~I won’t ever be alright~
but as long as
you’re willing
to watch this
fight to the death,
I’m willing
to put on
a show ...
do I have -
before your
glazed eyes
greet me
when I pause
to look up
from my page?
each time
I think to myself
~who else is here?~
I’ve spilled every
last drop
of the battle
I suit up for
on any given
Tuesday;
what remains
before I run out
of ways to say
I’m not alright?
~I won’t ever be alright~
but as long as
you’re willing
to watch this
fight to the death,
I’m willing
to put on
a show ...
#LifeStruggles
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#MovingOn
#healing
303 reads
9 Comments
Cogitatus
how long
do I have -
before your
glazed eyes
greet me
when I pause
to look up
from my page?
each time
I think to myself
~who else is here?~
I’ve spilled every
last drop
of the battle
I suit up for
on any given
Tuesday;
what remains
before I run out
of ways to say
I’m not alright?
~I won’t ever be alright~
but as long as
you’re willing
to watch this
fight to the death,
I’m willing
to put on
a show ...
do I have -
before your
glazed eyes
greet me
when I pause
to look up
from my page?
each time
I think to myself
~who else is here?~
I’ve spilled every
last drop
of the battle
I suit up for
on any given
Tuesday;
what remains
before I run out
of ways to say
I’m not alright?
~I won’t ever be alright~
but as long as
you’re willing
to watch this
fight to the death,
I’m willing
to put on
a show ...
#LifeStruggles
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#MovingOn
#healing
303 reads
9 Comments
Cogitatus
how long
do I have -
before your
glazed eyes
greet me
when I pause
to look up
from my page?
each time
I think to myself
~who else is here?~
I’ve spilled every
last drop
of the battle
I suit up for
on any given
Tuesday;
what remains
before I run out
of ways to say
I’m not alright?
~I won’t ever be alright~
but as long as
you’re willing
to watch this
fight to the death,
I’m willing
to put on
a show ...
do I have -
before your
glazed eyes
greet me
when I pause
to look up
from my page?
each time
I think to myself
~who else is here?~
I’ve spilled every
last drop
of the battle
I suit up for
on any given
Tuesday;
what remains
before I run out
of ways to say
I’m not alright?
~I won’t ever be alright~
but as long as
you’re willing
to watch this
fight to the death,
I’m willing
to put on
a show ...
#LifeStruggles
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#MovingOn
#healing
303 reads
9 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Moving On Published by Members Recently Online