Movement Poems - Poems about Movement

Moving my hands. My hands twisting and almost tackling each other. Colliding knuckles. Frantic and desperate. Eyes grazing and chewing. Jaw moving side to side. Everything seems so much like- A lack of communication. So I twirl my body around. As if I’m holding a ribbon. Almost falling over. Realizing that I haven’t said a word....

Continue reading...

if there seems to be movement or no movement it is a story a dream ...

Continue reading...

Inspired by Bob Dylan's song "Abandoned Love" —————————————— Your fire burns deep in my ocean, But where is the ash of its burn? It's a movement without motion— A facemask fixed on the stern. I would rather fight a phantom, Than see your heart be fully claimed. I chose you—perhaps at random— To repair a heart love had maimed. My heart still jumps into my mouth Whenever...

Continue reading...

She steps, and each movement is a dance of stars across the universe, A constellation in motion, carrying light into every corner of shadow, On paths of tranquility, guided by a kindness that untangles the knots of time, Her smile soothes unseen wounds, transforming suffering into sculptures of happiness. With a radiance that seems borrowed from the eternal fire...

Continue reading...

haiku 12 : crescendo beloved adorn skin rips skin, blood spurts air pure horn hails emptiness hiku ~~~~~~~ b e LOVE d adorn skin R ...

Continue reading...

Where? Are the colors night? Taste the rived winds black Lack of colors attract Black has no movement bright Movement has no depth Black has no tear ducts can’t weep 6/5/25 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025© ...

Continue reading...

Two small fists discover the world is round, blue, and fits exactly between wonder and wanting. Mouth opens the first laboratory, where everything must be tested: texture, temperature, the taste of curiosity. Eyes focus, hands follow, brain fires tiny lightning storms of connection: I can make things happen. This is how learning begins, not with books or words, but with the simple revolutionary...

Continue reading...

Arms like tiny windmills spin through morning air. Aiming, she builds pathways?deep within her mind. Another swing flows onward like waves upon the shore. Awakening intention burns?as neural roads unwind. Reaching past reflexes like butterflies from cocoons. Rhythmic movements carve?the skills she'll always find. Object permanence sparkles bright like diamonds in her sight. Orchestrating muscles smooth,?her future self designed. Hand-eye coordination weaves like...

Continue reading...

I'm a baby. I move constantly. Amazingly constantly. And I flutter hard. Amazingly hard. Why? Because I'm rehearsing. I'm rehearsing moving like I mean it. I'm rehearsing being strong like oak trees. I'm rehearsing dancing like butterflies. I'm rehearsing for rolling. I'm rehearsing for sitting. I'm rehearsing for crawling like little explorers. I'm rehearsing for walking like big kids. My...

Continue reading...

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ...

Continue reading...

I want them to shake me— not to break me, but to stir something deep. To rattle me, gently, from places I’ve let fall asleep. To spring anger—yes— but only where healing begins. To draw tears, like cleansing rain, and decorate the silence with something real again. I want them to leave you wondering, just quietly wanting more. Not confused, but curious— like standing before an unopened door. I want my...

Continue reading...

Today is International Women’s Day. A day to celebrate women’s rights but those rights and freedoms are under attack and the wounds appear to be self-inflicted. So my question is where has the feminist movement gone? Their silence has left real feminists and past heroes of the cause turning in their graves. In America, and in...

Continue reading...

If I'm an advocate for anything, I'm an apostle of movement, To venture far, to roam unknown worlds and dreams, To cross oceans of time and rivers of memories, To lose yourself in others' footsteps, to taste stories written in aromas, in colors. Each journey is a mosaic of souls, a map of unseen emotions, Rise from the comfort of...

Continue reading...

In Middle Of midnight Blue butterflies Upward dance, to reach For the gibbous face moon Exhilarating pleasure Giving way to just one flutter A zephyr breath within its shadow For spiritual outstretched golden streak...

Continue reading...

I fell through a hole amidst of a serious political moment And choked on my anger I kept falling and falling, The world now looks like a burning hell And I'm a living fuel, Blazing and falling all the way to down there Where my metamorphosis will be completed....

Continue reading...