Poems About Moving On Published by Members Recently Online
#MovingOn
Poems about moving on published by members recently online.
DevilsChild
Poem Published
15th Sep 2024 8:28am
15th Sep 2024 8:28am
Cook
I got the recipe
and I’m gonna make it
don’t feed my head with doubt
no reasons to fake this
I’m gonna try harder
and I’m gonna be better
if not for me
then for us
I’ve seen the bottom
and I’ve seen the top
if this life’s a competition
then so be it
running for the gold
so let me cook
damn right I’m hungry
quite starved in fact
I’m done with being looked down on
I’m done with this superiority crap
ready for a new flavor
when I’m baking
I want to see it in their faces
that look as if...
and I’m gonna make it
don’t feed my head with doubt
no reasons to fake this
I’m gonna try harder
and I’m gonna be better
if not for me
then for us
I’ve seen the bottom
and I’ve seen the top
if this life’s a competition
then so be it
running for the gold
so let me cook
damn right I’m hungry
quite starved in fact
I’m done with being looked down on
I’m done with this superiority crap
ready for a new flavor
when I’m baking
I want to see it in their faces
that look as if...
#determination
#MovingOn
#strength
130 reads
2 Comments
Glaxian
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 3:52pm
14th Jan 2025 3:52pm
Step out
Arise sleeper and take up your plow.
Prepare your harnesses and oil your tack.
The ground has had its sabbath rest and is become disquieted.
Remove the rocks and rubble, burn the weeds and stubble.
Strike the fallow ground and don't relent.
Dig in and rip complacency away.
From sunrise until darkness covers the land.
The trumpet speaks, the time is right,
The earth rumbles in anticipation.
The sowers are holding the seed
waiting, watching, watching, hoping for broken ground.
The husbandmen and shepherds bounce from...
Prepare your harnesses and oil your tack.
The ground has had its sabbath rest and is become disquieted.
Remove the rocks and rubble, burn the weeds and stubble.
Strike the fallow ground and don't relent.
Dig in and rip complacency away.
From sunrise until darkness covers the land.
The trumpet speaks, the time is right,
The earth rumbles in anticipation.
The sowers are holding the seed
waiting, watching, watching, hoping for broken ground.
The husbandmen and shepherds bounce from...
#escape
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeGoals #MovingOn
#LifeGoals #MovingOn
63 reads
2 Comments
Glaxian
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 3:52pm
14th Jan 2025 3:52pm
Step out
Arise sleeper and take up your plow.
Prepare your harnesses and oil your tack.
The ground has had its sabbath rest and is become disquieted.
Remove the rocks and rubble, burn the weeds and stubble.
Strike the fallow ground and don't relent.
Dig in and rip complacency away.
From sunrise until darkness covers the land.
The trumpet speaks, the time is right,
The earth rumbles in anticipation.
The sowers are holding the seed
waiting, watching, watching, hoping for broken ground.
The husbandmen and shepherds bounce from...
Prepare your harnesses and oil your tack.
The ground has had its sabbath rest and is become disquieted.
Remove the rocks and rubble, burn the weeds and stubble.
Strike the fallow ground and don't relent.
Dig in and rip complacency away.
From sunrise until darkness covers the land.
The trumpet speaks, the time is right,
The earth rumbles in anticipation.
The sowers are holding the seed
waiting, watching, watching, hoping for broken ground.
The husbandmen and shepherds bounce from...
#escape
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeGoals #MovingOn
#LifeGoals #MovingOn
63 reads
2 Comments
Glaxian
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 3:52pm
14th Jan 2025 3:52pm
Step out
Arise sleeper and take up your plow.
Prepare your harnesses and oil your tack.
The ground has had its sabbath rest and is become disquieted.
Remove the rocks and rubble, burn the weeds and stubble.
Strike the fallow ground and don't relent.
Dig in and rip complacency away.
From sunrise until darkness covers the land.
The trumpet speaks, the time is right,
The earth rumbles in anticipation.
The sowers are holding the seed
waiting, watching, watching, hoping for broken ground.
The husbandmen and shepherds bounce from...
Prepare your harnesses and oil your tack.
The ground has had its sabbath rest and is become disquieted.
Remove the rocks and rubble, burn the weeds and stubble.
Strike the fallow ground and don't relent.
Dig in and rip complacency away.
From sunrise until darkness covers the land.
The trumpet speaks, the time is right,
The earth rumbles in anticipation.
The sowers are holding the seed
waiting, watching, watching, hoping for broken ground.
The husbandmen and shepherds bounce from...
#escape
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeGoals #MovingOn
#LifeGoals #MovingOn
63 reads
2 Comments
Glaxian
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 3:52pm
14th Jan 2025 3:52pm
Step out
Arise sleeper and take up your plow.
Prepare your harnesses and oil your tack.
The ground has had its sabbath rest and is become disquieted.
Remove the rocks and rubble, burn the weeds and stubble.
Strike the fallow ground and don't relent.
Dig in and rip complacency away.
From sunrise until darkness covers the land.
The trumpet speaks, the time is right,
The earth rumbles in anticipation.
The sowers are holding the seed
waiting, watching, watching, hoping for broken ground.
The husbandmen and shepherds bounce from...
Prepare your harnesses and oil your tack.
The ground has had its sabbath rest and is become disquieted.
Remove the rocks and rubble, burn the weeds and stubble.
Strike the fallow ground and don't relent.
Dig in and rip complacency away.
From sunrise until darkness covers the land.
The trumpet speaks, the time is right,
The earth rumbles in anticipation.
The sowers are holding the seed
waiting, watching, watching, hoping for broken ground.
The husbandmen and shepherds bounce from...
#escape
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeGoals #MovingOn
#LifeGoals #MovingOn
63 reads
2 Comments
Alviola
Poem Published
28th Nov 2021 9:04am
28th Nov 2021 9:04am
The Home Alone is in Pain
It creaks open with a humph
and a downturned lip,
the greeting of a house
left uninhabited,
like a gumamela past its bloom,
the house sulks and shrinks,
it pulls a face more felt than seen,
and disassembles,
the hardest of hardwoods darken
to a pout, tegula roof tiles bought
with the promise of 'for life'
slide off and fall,
the sulk is subdued when you are there,
though you might hear a grumble
in the pipes, a painting decides to leap
from its...
and a downturned lip,
the greeting of a house
left uninhabited,
like a gumamela past its bloom,
the house sulks and shrinks,
it pulls a face more felt than seen,
and disassembles,
the hardest of hardwoods darken
to a pout, tegula roof tiles bought
with the promise of 'for life'
slide off and fall,
the sulk is subdued when you are there,
though you might hear a grumble
in the pipes, a painting decides to leap
from its...
#anger
#loneliness
#betrayal
#MovingOn
#IMissYou
262 reads
4 Comments
Alviola
Poem Published
28th Nov 2021 9:04am
28th Nov 2021 9:04am
The Home Alone is in Pain
It creaks open with a humph
and a downturned lip,
the greeting of a house
left uninhabited,
like a gumamela past its bloom,
the house sulks and shrinks,
it pulls a face more felt than seen,
and disassembles,
the hardest of hardwoods darken
to a pout, tegula roof tiles bought
with the promise of 'for life'
slide off and fall,
the sulk is subdued when you are there,
though you might hear a grumble
in the pipes, a painting decides to leap
from its...
and a downturned lip,
the greeting of a house
left uninhabited,
like a gumamela past its bloom,
the house sulks and shrinks,
it pulls a face more felt than seen,
and disassembles,
the hardest of hardwoods darken
to a pout, tegula roof tiles bought
with the promise of 'for life'
slide off and fall,
the sulk is subdued when you are there,
though you might hear a grumble
in the pipes, a painting decides to leap
from its...
#anger
#loneliness
#betrayal
#MovingOn
#IMissYou
262 reads
4 Comments
Alviola
Poem Published
28th Nov 2021 9:04am
28th Nov 2021 9:04am
The Home Alone is in Pain
It creaks open with a humph
and a downturned lip,
the greeting of a house
left uninhabited,
like a gumamela past its bloom,
the house sulks and shrinks,
it pulls a face more felt than seen,
and disassembles,
the hardest of hardwoods darken
to a pout, tegula roof tiles bought
with the promise of 'for life'
slide off and fall,
the sulk is subdued when you are there,
though you might hear a grumble
in the pipes, a painting decides to leap
from its...
and a downturned lip,
the greeting of a house
left uninhabited,
like a gumamela past its bloom,
the house sulks and shrinks,
it pulls a face more felt than seen,
and disassembles,
the hardest of hardwoods darken
to a pout, tegula roof tiles bought
with the promise of 'for life'
slide off and fall,
the sulk is subdued when you are there,
though you might hear a grumble
in the pipes, a painting decides to leap
from its...
#anger
#loneliness
#betrayal
#MovingOn
#IMissYou
262 reads
4 Comments
Alviola
Poem Published
28th Nov 2021 9:04am
28th Nov 2021 9:04am
The Home Alone is in Pain
It creaks open with a humph
and a downturned lip,
the greeting of a house
left uninhabited,
like a gumamela past its bloom,
the house sulks and shrinks,
it pulls a face more felt than seen,
and disassembles,
the hardest of hardwoods darken
to a pout, tegula roof tiles bought
with the promise of 'for life'
slide off and fall,
the sulk is subdued when you are there,
though you might hear a grumble
in the pipes, a painting decides to leap
from its...
and a downturned lip,
the greeting of a house
left uninhabited,
like a gumamela past its bloom,
the house sulks and shrinks,
it pulls a face more felt than seen,
and disassembles,
the hardest of hardwoods darken
to a pout, tegula roof tiles bought
with the promise of 'for life'
slide off and fall,
the sulk is subdued when you are there,
though you might hear a grumble
in the pipes, a painting decides to leap
from its...
#anger
#loneliness
#betrayal
#MovingOn
#IMissYou
262 reads
4 Comments
Alviola
Poem Published
28th Nov 2021 9:04am
28th Nov 2021 9:04am
The Home Alone is in Pain
It creaks open with a humph
and a downturned lip,
the greeting of a house
left uninhabited,
like a gumamela past its bloom,
the house sulks and shrinks,
it pulls a face more felt than seen,
and disassembles,
the hardest of hardwoods darken
to a pout, tegula roof tiles bought
with the promise of 'for life'
slide off and fall,
the sulk is subdued when you are there,
though you might hear a grumble
in the pipes, a painting decides to leap
from its...
and a downturned lip,
the greeting of a house
left uninhabited,
like a gumamela past its bloom,
the house sulks and shrinks,
it pulls a face more felt than seen,
and disassembles,
the hardest of hardwoods darken
to a pout, tegula roof tiles bought
with the promise of 'for life'
slide off and fall,
the sulk is subdued when you are there,
though you might hear a grumble
in the pipes, a painting decides to leap
from its...
#anger
#loneliness
#betrayal
#MovingOn
#IMissYou
262 reads
4 Comments
theyrejustwords
Poem Published
6th Dec 2020 2:23am
6th Dec 2020 2:23am
Bookends
Like closing the back cover of a book I didn’t want to finish.
But the story was over, nothing left to read. Just the reviews:
“Critics are raving, a masterpiece! Heart-wrenching, suspenseful,
will keep you hooked until the last page.”
A must-read indeed, but I can’t leave us tented on my coffee table forever.
Thick, tattered and worn arms enclose soft, yellowing pages.
Honored, they hold all I’ve loved for so long;
Keep our story safe, I beg.
The smell of a new book wafting to my nose, how can that be?
Nostrils full of nostalgia...
But the story was over, nothing left to read. Just the reviews:
“Critics are raving, a masterpiece! Heart-wrenching, suspenseful,
will keep you hooked until the last page.”
A must-read indeed, but I can’t leave us tented on my coffee table forever.
Thick, tattered and worn arms enclose soft, yellowing pages.
Honored, they hold all I’ve loved for so long;
Keep our story safe, I beg.
The smell of a new book wafting to my nose, how can that be?
Nostrils full of nostalgia...
#sadness
#heartbroken
#breakup
#MovingOn
#StreamOfConsciousness
425 reads
4 Comments
theyrejustwords
Poem Published
6th Dec 2020 2:23am
6th Dec 2020 2:23am
Bookends
Like closing the back cover of a book I didn’t want to finish.
But the story was over, nothing left to read. Just the reviews:
“Critics are raving, a masterpiece! Heart-wrenching, suspenseful,
will keep you hooked until the last page.”
A must-read indeed, but I can’t leave us tented on my coffee table forever.
Thick, tattered and worn arms enclose soft, yellowing pages.
Honored, they hold all I’ve loved for so long;
Keep our story safe, I beg.
The smell of a new book wafting to my nose, how can that be?
Nostrils full of nostalgia...
But the story was over, nothing left to read. Just the reviews:
“Critics are raving, a masterpiece! Heart-wrenching, suspenseful,
will keep you hooked until the last page.”
A must-read indeed, but I can’t leave us tented on my coffee table forever.
Thick, tattered and worn arms enclose soft, yellowing pages.
Honored, they hold all I’ve loved for so long;
Keep our story safe, I beg.
The smell of a new book wafting to my nose, how can that be?
Nostrils full of nostalgia...
#sadness
#heartbroken
#breakup
#MovingOn
#StreamOfConsciousness
425 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Moving On Published by Members Recently Online
