Poems About Moving On Published by Members Recently Online
#MovingOn
Poems about moving on published by members recently online.
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Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
29th Aug 2023 10:13am
29th Aug 2023 10:13am
I don’t want to move on
don’t want to move on, since moving on means nearer to death and I’d rather look back than ahead, thanks very much, he said
#MovingOn
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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
422 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
422 reads
10 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
15th Jan 2024 11:14pm
15th Jan 2024 11:14pm
Saint Midnight and the Dragon
As folly goes, I think mine not so bad
when channeled into an honest display.
Oh, it had been by a dull aegis clad
which was an inhibition of dismay.
But now it sparkles like some brand-new plate
that treats me to a giggle and a laugh
and is now the kind of charming trait
a chap relies on for an epitaph.
Of course, those lines need not be for me,
buoyed now by invisible armor
whose weightless cheer has set my folly free
to be its own rust-free harmless charmer...
in a universe where epitaphs laugh
...
when channeled into an honest display.
Oh, it had been by a dull aegis clad
which was an inhibition of dismay.
But now it sparkles like some brand-new plate
that treats me to a giggle and a laugh
and is now the kind of charming trait
a chap relies on for an epitaph.
Of course, those lines need not be for me,
buoyed now by invisible armor
whose weightless cheer has set my folly free
to be its own rust-free harmless charmer...
in a universe where epitaphs laugh
...
#learning
#MovingOn
#acceptance
139 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
15th Jan 2024 11:14pm
15th Jan 2024 11:14pm
Saint Midnight and the Dragon
As folly goes, I think mine not so bad
when channeled into an honest display.
Oh, it had been by a dull aegis clad
which was an inhibition of dismay.
But now it sparkles like some brand-new plate
that treats me to a giggle and a laugh
and is now the kind of charming trait
a chap relies on for an epitaph.
Of course, those lines need not be for me,
buoyed now by invisible armor
whose weightless cheer has set my folly free
to be its own rust-free harmless charmer...
in a universe where epitaphs laugh
...
when channeled into an honest display.
Oh, it had been by a dull aegis clad
which was an inhibition of dismay.
But now it sparkles like some brand-new plate
that treats me to a giggle and a laugh
and is now the kind of charming trait
a chap relies on for an epitaph.
Of course, those lines need not be for me,
buoyed now by invisible armor
whose weightless cheer has set my folly free
to be its own rust-free harmless charmer...
in a universe where epitaphs laugh
...
#learning
#MovingOn
#acceptance
139 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
15th Jan 2024 11:14pm
15th Jan 2024 11:14pm
Saint Midnight and the Dragon
As folly goes, I think mine not so bad
when channeled into an honest display.
Oh, it had been by a dull aegis clad
which was an inhibition of dismay.
But now it sparkles like some brand-new plate
that treats me to a giggle and a laugh
and is now the kind of charming trait
a chap relies on for an epitaph.
Of course, those lines need not be for me,
buoyed now by invisible armor
whose weightless cheer has set my folly free
to be its own rust-free harmless charmer...
in a universe where epitaphs laugh
...
when channeled into an honest display.
Oh, it had been by a dull aegis clad
which was an inhibition of dismay.
But now it sparkles like some brand-new plate
that treats me to a giggle and a laugh
and is now the kind of charming trait
a chap relies on for an epitaph.
Of course, those lines need not be for me,
buoyed now by invisible armor
whose weightless cheer has set my folly free
to be its own rust-free harmless charmer...
in a universe where epitaphs laugh
...
#learning
#MovingOn
#acceptance
139 reads
2 Comments
Deadsorrow78
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 1:18am
4th Jan 2025 1:18am
Stella Matutina et Tenebrio Luna
Such a caelestia creatura she is, her eyes are that of a viridi rosa bouquet.
With her brunneis capillos positus upon the backside of her head.
Her lapsus construction, and lapsa deambulatio, just add to her elegantia.
As he lays oculi in ea radiantia facie, he can't help but have a smile on his face.
He takes a deep breath and close his ocean colored eyes, as he speaks into the wind.
Vita Incantationis
As the wind carries these words within a soft breeze to involvent corporis mundi.
A curiosity of something not...
With her brunneis capillos positus upon the backside of her head.
Her lapsus construction, and lapsa deambulatio, just add to her elegantia.
As he lays oculi in ea radiantia facie, he can't help but have a smile on his face.
He takes a deep breath and close his ocean colored eyes, as he speaks into the wind.
Vita Incantationis
As the wind carries these words within a soft breeze to involvent corporis mundi.
A curiosity of something not...
#loneliness
#MovingOn
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0 Comments
Deadsorrow78
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 1:18am
4th Jan 2025 1:18am
Stella Matutina et Tenebrio Luna
Such a caelestia creatura she is, her eyes are that of a viridi rosa bouquet.
With her brunneis capillos positus upon the backside of her head.
Her lapsus construction, and lapsa deambulatio, just add to her elegantia.
As he lays oculi in ea radiantia facie, he can't help but have a smile on his face.
He takes a deep breath and close his ocean colored eyes, as he speaks into the wind.
Vita Incantationis
As the wind carries these words within a soft breeze to involvent corporis mundi.
A curiosity of something not...
With her brunneis capillos positus upon the backside of her head.
Her lapsus construction, and lapsa deambulatio, just add to her elegantia.
As he lays oculi in ea radiantia facie, he can't help but have a smile on his face.
He takes a deep breath and close his ocean colored eyes, as he speaks into the wind.
Vita Incantationis
As the wind carries these words within a soft breeze to involvent corporis mundi.
A curiosity of something not...
#loneliness
#MovingOn
42 reads
0 Comments
Trillium
Poem Published
26th May 2023 11:38pm
26th May 2023 11:38pm
Rose
Carefully cutting away the detritus of last year’s blooms, dead canes, disease.
Ridding myself of the negatives that weigh on my mind depleting my stamina, strength and joy.
Encouraging new growth
Next year’s blooms
Leaving what is healthy and vital.
I choose cuts carefully.
Not burdening myself with malice, anxiety, fear or guilt.
Removing what is harmful out of necessity- cleansing.
Nurturing new, vernal growth in my rose and myself.
So
I can be a better person for those...
Ridding myself of the negatives that weigh on my mind depleting my stamina, strength and joy.
Encouraging new growth
Next year’s blooms
Leaving what is healthy and vital.
I choose cuts carefully.
Not burdening myself with malice, anxiety, fear or guilt.
Removing what is harmful out of necessity- cleansing.
Nurturing new, vernal growth in my rose and myself.
So
I can be a better person for those...
#MovingOn
#PersonalGrowth
179 reads
4 Comments
Trillium
Poem Published
26th May 2023 11:38pm
26th May 2023 11:38pm
Rose
Carefully cutting away the detritus of last year’s blooms, dead canes, disease.
Ridding myself of the negatives that weigh on my mind depleting my stamina, strength and joy.
Encouraging new growth
Next year’s blooms
Leaving what is healthy and vital.
I choose cuts carefully.
Not burdening myself with malice, anxiety, fear or guilt.
Removing what is harmful out of necessity- cleansing.
Nurturing new, vernal growth in my rose and myself.
So
I can be a better person for those...
Ridding myself of the negatives that weigh on my mind depleting my stamina, strength and joy.
Encouraging new growth
Next year’s blooms
Leaving what is healthy and vital.
I choose cuts carefully.
Not burdening myself with malice, anxiety, fear or guilt.
Removing what is harmful out of necessity- cleansing.
Nurturing new, vernal growth in my rose and myself.
So
I can be a better person for those...
#MovingOn
#PersonalGrowth
179 reads
4 Comments
Flowolf
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2019 00:59am
22nd Sep 2019 00:59am
Now Unfolding
I, alive, relishing in a craving to be
Yearning for this lifetime to come
Longing to seize what I've become
Infatuated by the acceptance I see
I, vital and animate, able to foresee
Breathing a life of eager continuity
Living a span of seasoned longevity
Seizing this flame, forever carefree
I, aware, learning to thrive and be free
Fancying an existence that now cares
Cherishing the delight my mind bears
Fond of the being I behold before me
Yearning for this lifetime to come
Longing to seize what I've become
Infatuated by the acceptance I see
I, vital and animate, able to foresee
Breathing a life of eager continuity
Living a span of seasoned longevity
Seizing this flame, forever carefree
I, aware, learning to thrive and be free
Fancying an existence that now cares
Cherishing the delight my mind bears
Fond of the being I behold before me
#inspirational
#learning
#gratitude
#MovingOn
#acceptance
495 reads
2 Comments
Flowolf
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2019 00:59am
22nd Sep 2019 00:59am
Now Unfolding
I, alive, relishing in a craving to be
Yearning for this lifetime to come
Longing to seize what I've become
Infatuated by the acceptance I see
I, vital and animate, able to foresee
Breathing a life of eager continuity
Living a span of seasoned longevity
Seizing this flame, forever carefree
I, aware, learning to thrive and be free
Fancying an existence that now cares
Cherishing the delight my mind bears
Fond of the being I behold before me
Yearning for this lifetime to come
Longing to seize what I've become
Infatuated by the acceptance I see
I, vital and animate, able to foresee
Breathing a life of eager continuity
Living a span of seasoned longevity
Seizing this flame, forever carefree
I, aware, learning to thrive and be free
Fancying an existence that now cares
Cherishing the delight my mind bears
Fond of the being I behold before me
#inspirational
#learning
#gratitude
#MovingOn
#acceptance
495 reads
2 Comments
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