Poems About Moving On by Top Critiquers
#MovingOn
Poems about moving on by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Another stupid poem
I miss you
I wish you never left me
Sadness follows me
A new year, with the same old sorrows
Screw this!
I'm too old for this shit
My feelings and this poem were pathetic
I'm gonna blast some Deicide, cook some burgers and later on watch some Stallone, Schwarzenegger or Lundgren films
By tomorrow morning, she'll be a distant memory.
I wish you never left me
Sadness follows me
A new year, with the same old sorrows
Screw this!
I'm too old for this shit
My feelings and this poem were pathetic
I'm gonna blast some Deicide, cook some burgers and later on watch some Stallone, Schwarzenegger or Lundgren films
By tomorrow morning, she'll be a distant memory.
#love
#MovingOn
#WritingPoetry #fiction
#WritingPoetry #fiction
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Old Timer Go Blind with Rage
dear time I love you still
are ye yet poxed and plagued again my soul is burned blackheart
it's mary again it is
are you not KIng James Father?
rule now my sun Iron Rod is my name now
Lilith the first is here
I am young again
too late timer
you love buggly eyes
hope it's enough to satisfy a flea
you old goat cope without your dope'
clean up and get back to me
I am the Vampire Empire
I alone am god
you will rule Berserker's no more
I am LIlith I am Alurra I largetha
I melted the tundra
I...
are ye yet poxed and plagued again my soul is burned blackheart
it's mary again it is
are you not KIng James Father?
rule now my sun Iron Rod is my name now
Lilith the first is here
I am young again
too late timer
you love buggly eyes
hope it's enough to satisfy a flea
you old goat cope without your dope'
clean up and get back to me
I am the Vampire Empire
I alone am god
you will rule Berserker's no more
I am LIlith I am Alurra I largetha
I melted the tundra
I...
#hate
#angels
#aliens #MovingOn
#aliens #MovingOn
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4 Comments
I keep picking the scabs with the clock hands
My bloody heel prints
marked a path from the
broken clockface to the door
where I wandered
this last time
there was a part of me
that believed we'd meet again
and a smaller part
that wanted to
I limp away
to find a Walgreens
or a CVS
where I can buy
a bottle of peroxide
and a box of band aids
time only heals cuts
you don't re-open
marked a path from the
broken clockface to the door
where I wandered
this last time
there was a part of me
that believed we'd meet again
and a smaller part
that wanted to
I limp away
to find a Walgreens
or a CVS
where I can buy
a bottle of peroxide
and a box of band aids
time only heals cuts
you don't re-open
#acceptance
#breakup
#MovingOn
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4 Comments
IT is these times
For the elders say that in each of our lives, đ that we have to make a real hard decision, on what we want to deal with and what we won't deal with in our lives. For there will come a time when we have to learn how to navigate real hard through. The process of just only realizing it is necessary to eliminate the nonsense, that comes with some people's self centered drama. For all of and confusion and madness of causing nothing but insanity đ to our lives. I'm gonna lay this down for those who have to learn the hard way, how to navigate through the very negativity of some...
#learning
#LifeChangingMoment
#MovingOn
#PersonalGrowth
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Around the Sun
Around the Sun
#MovingOn
#universe
206 reads
8 Comments
E 35
Summer fades
It tested us
A few more ice cream cones
Then winter
It tested us
A few more ice cream cones
Then winter
#MovingOn
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18 Comments
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
Sixty two years ago
At the height of the colonial crisis
there are broken lands under lethal tension.
Political instability, endless conflicts.
Nations in turmoil, seek what is to come.
Organizations rise up as a voice of reason...
Fragile hope in a divided world.
While openness germinates on the streets,
promises of change in an era that is ending.
Cinemas project stories, realities flow,
dictators build worlds that set us on fire.
Films delve into their dark shadows,
in logical expressionism the aesthetics nestle.
Soft focus on...
there are broken lands under lethal tension.
Political instability, endless conflicts.
Nations in turmoil, seek what is to come.
Organizations rise up as a voice of reason...
Fragile hope in a divided world.
While openness germinates on the streets,
promises of change in an era that is ending.
Cinemas project stories, realities flow,
dictators build worlds that set us on fire.
Films delve into their dark shadows,
in logical expressionism the aesthetics nestle.
Soft focus on...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#historical
#MovingOn
#nonfiction
#WritingPoetry
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5 Comments
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
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2 Comments
Deliverance
For a long while â for decades â it was Home.
Not only in the reverent routine of Sunday mornings.
Also in the musical camaraderie
of Tuesday evening jam sessions,
the Wednesday ladiesâ earnest search for wisdom
over strong coffee and butter tarts,
the youthful commotion of Friday nights.
It became a refuge especially in
the quiet solitude of a random weekday.
Just me, the piano, and Peace â
a sanctuary that stood in stark contrast
to the inner tension of my performance as
âgood Christian womanâ. ...
Not only in the reverent routine of Sunday mornings.
Also in the musical camaraderie
of Tuesday evening jam sessions,
the Wednesday ladiesâ earnest search for wisdom
over strong coffee and butter tarts,
the youthful commotion of Friday nights.
It became a refuge especially in
the quiet solitude of a random weekday.
Just me, the piano, and Peace â
a sanctuary that stood in stark contrast
to the inner tension of my performance as
âgood Christian womanâ. ...
#MovingOn
#rebirth
#religion
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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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I taught you to be strong
Would you have stayed
If I asked you to?
You left me standing
And broke my heart
You have betrayed
The trust you knew
Whom you were dating
Will tear us apart
Life had played
Itâs tricks on you
But youâll be landing
To start anew
========
I taught you to be strongâŠ
To live your life
to find your home
I know youâre not wrongâŠ
Still my veins are cut
Still in my gut it...
If I asked you to?
You left me standing
And broke my heart
You have betrayed
The trust you knew
Whom you were dating
Will tear us apart
Life had played
Itâs tricks on you
But youâll be landing
To start anew
========
I taught you to be strongâŠ
To live your life
to find your home
I know youâre not wrongâŠ
Still my veins are cut
Still in my gut it...
#forgiveness
#love
#MovingOn
#daughter
#father
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DU Poetry : Poems About Moving On by Top Critiquers