Best Moving On Poems

-Escape of the mountain-

Do you care about my breast?
The new curve - countryside corset
The beauty of every summer dress 
Laying down, wearing out gravity 
Embracing...

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They expected her to be the jolly fun one.
The one   w e a r i n g   a smile on her...

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WALLPAPER

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Paper Thin
Cut down to any size,
Crumble, crop me wrong 
Pull the insulation from my heart.
Never will I be "A Paper Doll!"
Thank you for calling me...

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I’m the one who needs to be somewhere else, 
I cannot stay in one place.
The grass is green where I’ve never been
and never have shown...

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"All Children Are Beautiful"

His heart of white,   deep shallow wells,   -yet beautiful
He smirks with a grin,  an ego that won't...

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I have deleted the 2 poems I posted earlier today, and instead I offer what will be my final write.  I have read the...

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lesson one

i wake up alone
for the first time
the silence is deafening

i want to get up
but every fiber in me
is dead weight

i want to call my...

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Blue moon rising 
on a stormy night
I sit sobbing 
without you
 
Sadness, 
when we fell out of love
The point of no return, 
drifting apart
You broke...

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On a reminiscing of a poet I thought I would make a call
 
But on searching for this name sake I was left appalled

The name...

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Into the darkness
No fear to be found
Echoing silence
Noiseless sound

A new beginning
That feels like the end
Blown away
But there is no wind

A storm is brewing
Yet the sky...

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I’ve decided to be rid of some things:

	a moth-holed sequined dress with bitter tags,
	the weeping journal of ennui and pain,
     ...

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Sitting on the cusp of dusk and evening
Placidly he ruminates where life has been 
When she still believed in vibrant springs
And exulted dawning of purple...

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Hold on tight 
    A journey begins 
    Not in the crowded city streets 
    A...

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No words can express my elation at becoming a mother
Show my tears of joy on that perfect wintery morn
Go and show my parents our tiny...

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How many roses since have come and gone?
he thought as he sat looking at her grave.
How many futures had been staked upon
those brilliant blooms to...

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