Best Make Your Move Poems


Premium Member Sweet Darling

Sweet Darling, all I think about is you.
When I’m alone, I daydream and I pine.
To be your Valentine, what must I do?

You’ve caught me gazing at your eyes of blue,
your locks of golden hair, and smile so fine.
Sweet darling, all I think about is you.

We’re friends, but don’t you have by now a clue
that I adore you? (that’s not just a line!)
To be your Valentine, what must I do?

You need to know my love for you is true.
Were I the sun, for you alone I’d shine.
Sweet Darling, all I think about is you.

I want you, and I think you want me too.
Yet nothing happens! Please give me a sign.
To be your Valentine, what must I do?

Just make your move, and see what can ensue.
I guarantee that it will be divine.
Sweet Darling, all I think about is you.
To be your Valentine, what must I do?

Written Feb. 1, 2016
for the Valentine's Villanelle Challenge of Dave Will

The Trail Not Blazed

I've stumbled through the darkness,
the ground quaking beneath
caught in Purgatory
where the past and the future meet.

as the flame would flicker
I could see the things you missed
like a candle lighting slowly
after it flickers and hisses

courage to move forward
you finally make your move
splintered bridges all around
connecting me to you

the dawn breaks on distortion
vignettes of fallen dreams
trudging into morning
another day it seems

I'll meet you where the road forks
and let you choose your way
I will take the other path
the one we have not blazed
© Jo Bien  Create an image from this poem.

Propaganda Machine

A time when money rules
We can only watch
We dream of what we could have been
While just burning the clock

Don’t take life lightly
It’s never too late 
You can have a second chance
Don’t make the mistake 

You have your solid job
That doesn’t what makes you tick
You move through your life
Pretending for the next

But you fake the things 
that really you should mean
It’s cover for this outside world
Just so you don’t have to face them 

You are not forgotten 
You’re not left behind
You have the contents
And you make your move

This life is what you make it
Do you want to leave it alone
Don’t run away from it
That’s a journey we all know 

Take what you have
Throw all else away
There’s hope for all others
No matter what they say

If one could define evil
I think one thing we can agree
Not performing to your potential
Is killing like a mercenary 
 
The world keeps us in front of the tube
Scared of what might happen
How can we view their ads
If we’re always on the move 

The world’s not strong enough
To make these things happen
We don’t have bad luck
It’s the propaganda machine 

Don’t let it keep you down
You don’t have to take it 
This all cause and affect
So be what your meant to be


Greatness

I am destined for greatness,
I just need to learn patience.
I am destined for greatness,
I just need to learn patience.

If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.
If you set your mind to it you can do it.
Not giving up is a mentality like 
Strategizing when playing chess.

Just wait for the right time 
To make your move 
When you do I pray 
It comes true for you.

I am destined for greatness,
I just need to learn patience.
I am destined for greatness,
I just need to learn patience.

Everyone in life wants to have 
A big break and reach success.
Whether it’s working on computers
With Steve Wozniak and Bill Gates.

Or living in the mansion,
With crazy Will and Uncle Phil. 
If you work hard for every shot
There's not a single defender, 
Whom can block your shot?

I am destined for greatness,
I just need to learn patience.
I am destined for greatness,
I just need to learn patience.

Another Scary Story

You make your move
Up the stairs
a cool breeze
Makes you flare

You shiver
like a duck on a river

You stay still
Stoned for death
White as a ghost
Fleet like a pest

You race
Like a cow flowing on the upper side of space

You make your move
Down the stairs
A cool breeze
Leaves the air

The Intruder

Cunningly, you have posted yourself right next to me
 PRIME LOCATION amidst the busy traffic and the many neighbours to even stop and notice the difference
With wicked eyes you survey my every movement, waiting for the PRIME time to make your move.

You grab at every opportunity to relinquish me of my possessions. 
You delight in my unhappiness.
You delight in lies.
Privately or openly you laugh at my mishaps.
In my absence you rejoice with your friends, thinking of ways to sink your claws deeper, thinking of ways to ruin my reputation, thinking of ways to reck my life, you my so-called friend.

You don't want my life, it's dull or rather BORING, yet you don't want me to live my life
because it makes me too content.
Possessions, Fame, "THE LIME LIGHT" that's what you are after.
You don't even care if you rob the pauper.


Dance In the Rain

Dance in the rain 
And make your move
Strive for greatness 
As you find your inner groove 
Have a can do attitude 
Accentuate the positive 
Cash in on your opportunity 
Remember, you have one life to live

Make Your Move

Every now and then
We find ourselves in
A situation where we can't let go

Scared to make a move
Afraid that what we chose
Would set us back further than we know

So
We wish for the best
Hope our move won't make a mess
Take a step
And not look back

Then we realize
The move was just right
And we’re finally on track

Don’t be scared to let go
Make your move
So
Your right where you need to be

Don’t be afraid
Do what you say
That moment is meant just for you
Make your move.

The Game of Life

I am in a game that I can't win its call life 
Playing without the rules 
No matter the moves I make I am back at the same spot 
Crying and praying for the same old thing 
I know I can't win  but I  keep playing, I don't have a choice
I keep moving forward but I am at the same spot replaying the same old moves... Getting the same result... Crazy
My mind and heart are at war... No winners here, fighting for love I can't have 

God has the rules and the plan
I can't win unless God decides 
Without God, I can't win this game call life 
The rain is falling, I really need the sun 
Tired of the pain 
I hate this game 
No matter my move I can't win, only the king can win this game
I am only a pawns in this game call life
God allows you to make your move but that's just it ...a move   
The game of life... Only God has the plan
God is slow in his movements but sure in his wisdom 
No matter my move it's going back to his plan 
Only he can decide who wins in the game of LIFE

The Ashes of Desire

Your contributions are pennies in the well-
 All your efforts, yet no ripple can be seen at all.
If you want a memory to hold,
 Then come and make one with me now.
Dance me beneath a sky of fire;
Lay me down on the ashes of desire.
Wind your fingers in my tangled hair,
 Lest this passion quickly be aborted.
Make your move with force; make it fast.
© GM Veranes  Create an image from this poem.

Neon Nights

night make your move
blue-gray tiger stripes and
whiskey yellow eyes
catch the moon
by surprise and
turn it into a
neon white
Cheshire cat smile
then asking
in your casual
baritone voice
Alice do you know
where you are going
my dear

I Catch You Looking At Me From Time To Time

I catch you looking at me from time to time 
Every time I catch you 
You turn your head quickly acting like you were never looking my way 
Well you ain't fooling me boy I know your looking at me
all I want to know is 
Why you looking at me then acting like your not?
When I catch you looking at me from time to time
Tell me something boy are you just really shy? 
Are you playing games with my head? 
If your just shy don't be
I'm looking your way too
So make your move 
But if your playing games with my head 
you better stop and think twice
about what your trying to do to me
because
your never gonna win
your never gonna win 
your never gonna tear this girls heart apart
I catch you 
I catch you looking at me from time to time
Finally I got sick and tired of you 
looking my way 
and not making your move
SO I approached you and asked you
Why you keep looking at me?
You said
"I don't know what your talking about I'm not looking at you" 
then you turned around and walked away form em 
Even though you said
"your not looking my way" 
I catch you looking at me from time to time 
still 
I started to think it was all in my head 
But when I asked my friends
if they see you looking at me too 
they all said
"yes we see him looking your way"
SO boy don't you look me in the eyes again 
and lie to me by telling me
"your not looking at me"
I catch you looking at me from time to time
I catch you looking at me from time to time
and I'm sick and tired of you
looking at me the way you do 
lying to me
telling 
me your not 
when all my friends see you looking at me
Boy
you think I'm some kind of fool don't oyu 
Well your wrong
so 
take a good looking in the mirror
there you'll see the real fool
the only fool
I catch you looking at me form time to time
I've had enough of you 
you think 
I'm gonna sit around
and let you 
get to me 
while you stare me down
well
I'm sorry to say
I'm movin my own way
I don't care that your looking my way 
anymore
(chorus repeat twice -- add echo second time)
I catch you looking at me from time to time
you must be some kind 
of
foolish boy
still trying to stare me down 
What do I have to do
to get it through your head
that your not 
gonna win this game
your never
ever ever
gonna tear 
this girls heart apart

Connection

We all know those who cannot meet – 
Too busy, too much doing.
We understand and do not feel
That they are misconstruing.

Some that I know can’t even call – 
They cannot spare a minute.
I know they wish they had more time;
I have to bear and grin it.

There’s one way to communicate
That somehow never ends;
And if you play, you know that I
Refer to “Words with friends.”

It only takes a minute –
Check your letters, make your move;
But when you hit the “Play” key,
You know someone will approve.

It’s the modern day connector.
When I find myself a’yearn,
I plunk my word upon the board;
It’s now my partner’s turn.

It’s not quite conversation,
But connection nonetheless.
In times like these, such reciprocity
Denotes success!

Hunger

Growing, manifesting, enlarging as the minutes pass. Teeth mashing together, grinding back and forth, licking its lips voraciously, eyes keening in for a meal, done letting time circle around, done chasing it down like a dog chases its tail.
It's ready.
Done playing around, done waiting for you to make your move, play your pawn, finish your turn. It's a monster, it's a goon, grumbling and roaring like a diversely maned lion, looting your short-term memories, leaving behind a cloudiness, leaving you dazed and clueless, for it drains you of your energy, of your buoyant and sunny mood.
It's ready.
Mouth open, hair tingling, feet dancing, jiving in a blithesome-hearted manner, for it sees the path to take, the move to make, the way to end this useless skirmish, this wasteful battle. It grabs away, acquisitively purloining your appetite, while growing minuscule as you plunge into your food and munch away, at an indefatigable pace. 
Now It's done.
But it will come back, emerge from the shadows and grow like a weed, fast and furiously regaining its hold, its control over you, for like a charm, it will trance you, cause your eyes to gaze away, stunned, and arms lay out, like a zombie.
And it will rise.
Rise like an eagle, soaring above your hopes and desires, making itself first on your to-do list. Gliding you away, far from your soul, from your percipient choices and inquisitive moves. And it will keep itself tucked away, like a python in the open ground, but it still constrains you, dampers your evocatively brushed eyes, your unfeigned beam, and your superficially inextinguishable body language.
© Sam Allen  Create an image from this poem.

Jamelia Superstar

People always talk about
Hey oh hey oh hey oh
All the things there all about
Hey oh hey oh hey oh
Write it on a piece of paper
Got a feeling I'll see you later

There's something bout you
Let's keep it moving
And if it's good lets just get something cooking
Cus I really want to rock with you
I'm feeling some connection to the things you do
(You do, you do)

I don't know what it is
That makes me feel like this
I don't know who you are
But you must be some kind of superstar
'Cause you got all eyes on you no matter where you are
You just make me want to play

Baby take a look around
Hey oh hey oh hey oh
Everybody's getting' down
Hey oh hey oh hey oh
Deal with all the problems later
Bad boys on there best behaviour

There's something bout you
Let's keep it moving
And if it's good lets just get something cooking
'Cause I really want to rock with you
I'm feeling some connection to the things you do
(You do, you do)

I don't know what it is
That makes me feel like this
I don't know who you are
But you must be some kind of superstar
'Cause you got all eyes on you no matter where you are
You just make me want to play

I like the way your movin'
Hey oh hey oh hey oh
I just give into the groove and then
You just make me want to play
If you just put pen to paper
Hey oh hey oh hey oh
Got that feelin' I'll see you later
Hey oh hey oh hey oh

Make your move
Can't we get a little closer?
You rock it just like your supposed ta!
Hey boy I ain't got nothin' more to say
'Cause you just make me want to play

I don't know what it is 
That makes me feel like this
No no gotta be gotta be a superstar
All eyes on you ohhh eyes on you
You make me want to play

I don't know what it is
That makes me feel like this
I don't know who you are
But you must be some kind of superstar
'Cause you got all eyes on you no matter where you are
You just make me want to play

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