Best Motions Poems


Family of E-Motions

loving and long hugs
embracing me on sad days
holding me, so close

arguing all day
saying I love you at night
truely liking me
when I am not likeable
taking the bad with the good

could not thank enough
for your overflow of love
even to my soul

Going Through the Motions

Endless emotions
Countless notions
A swelling ocean
Loves bitter potion
Night melts to dawn
Another day gone
My heart waits for you
The one that is true
It aches so bad, i wish you knew
That I will love you
Forever, through and through
Till the sky no longer holds its brilliant shade of blue
My soul breathes your name
I shall never be the same
You and I forever, with life as our game...
© Jade S  Create an image from this poem.

Modern Day Motions

I am the harrowed whore who has your heart beat humming 
I've got you all strung up, harassed, helpless, and hopelessly horny 
Tied up and tormented, teased, playing between pleasure and pain 
Somewhat fearfully fantasizing, anticipating a final crescendo of climax 

The same decorum filled dame who amuses with wit, grace and charm 
Exposing, expelling anecdotes that amuse and leave theam all in awe 
You delight diners with alchemy of exquisite creations of sustenance 
Textures, tastes anoint their palates playfully, masquerading art for eating 

We retire to Egyptian cotton, black out curtains, lay our backs down bare 
Serendipitously slumber starts her séance, you take your side, I take mine 
Classic compositions cause chaos as the drilling of the altruistic alarm awakes 
AM military efficiency executed, you growl I grin, week wages wins once again

I dominate deliver design brave battle against pin stripes, slick hair, bad suits 
Articulate for a sinner disguised as a saint, who side steps St Peter’s Gilded Gates 
Once more I am jousting for the judge, for the jaded jury for victory and misplaced justice 
Penance prevents prosecutes my vocal chords, glass entombed, I kill a few trees 

His senses are avalanched onset by the perfection proportion of fresh farm produce 
It cacophonies him for mass requiem silence for this is his religion his food ritual 
Sculpting textural layering creating whilst the symphony of pots pans staccato steadily 
Perfume permeating teasing tasting the organic opposites that now become brothers 

While the day is done, the sun seeks shelter and the stars still share secrets 
I look to you, still the same awe inspired rainbow seeking child wasting no regrets 
Whilst I evoke cascading emotion, whip up a storm, you simply still me, anchor me 
Laugh at my childish tantrums allow me no command nor captain, you stand aside me


Motions

Day by day, among clouds.
Just  going through the motions.
Day by day, I'm dead.

Going Through the Motions

Author Dana Redricks
January 22, 2017

I’m hurting 
I’m laughing
I’m crying
Sometimes I feel like
I’m dying
I’m living 
I'm loving
my life feels like 
Emotional roller-coaster
so many emotions
So unsteady like the waves
On the ocean
This is my life going through
The motions

Premium Member Spiralling Motions

Neolithic stones
Majestic motions upward
Bathed in fairy prances
Ancients questioned the meaning
Of the skies above,
Many assuming they knew the truth
Pertaining to solar systems and solstices,
Those humans were created,
Along a perilous journey
That led them to Paradise
In ancient spiralling motions


Degas Dancers

** Degas Dancers **

Painted or drawn, 
Degas arrested time.
Truly
His dancers
— even those standing,
      watching the others —
Are caught in motion,
In poised postures such
That we think we can feel them
Breathing, alerting
Their limbs
To prepare for performance;
(On stage or in the studio) with
That tension,that anticipation, or
Waiting primed in stage wings
— The blue dancers,
The green ballerinas —
Always observing,
Always envisioning
What is to come,
Ever mindful
Of the goals:
To become the music,
Leaving self for the movements,
Hoping to realize that epitome:
To paint their bodies with grace
Into such danced, linked, perfectly
Sweeping lines, curves, and angles that
The music itself 
Will gasp…
The music, sounds fulfilled
Into flowing sights
As the dancers live 
The choreographed 
Combinations.

Then curtsies are
Done and flowers thrown.
In the endings, dancers become
Themselves again, like 
Degas drew them: sitting
Slumped, tired, side by side on benches
With their tutus flared and
Colorful; their pointe
Shoes off with ribbons strewn;
The music fading from thought…
But, the ballet remains,
The very meaning of
Their lives, in all
Dreams and imaginings,
Blessed to them 
First to last
Every motion
Becoming a
Joy in
Being.

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(c) Art & poem sally young eslinger
2/22/22

Motions

My head spins
My eyes roll
I am going through the motions

Tongue is dry
Loosing my breath
I am going through the motions

Walking through with no gazes
The path seems never ending
I am going through the motions

Devotion Poem Entangled

for Jim)DEVOTION POEM - ENTANGLED.    (for Jim)

For me he’s The One.
As I’ve been for him 
   his Only One.
From the beginning when
Our fates embraced.

I listen to his breathing, while concerned,
He watches how well I’m moving.
Around him, I am a  verdant vine.
He rises near — as a braid of wildflowers
   around me to twine.
   

Our holy Lord sees our love for each other as
The poetry of twin pendulums  —  joined signs in
The physics and mathematics of His space and time
As we move together — entangled.

Forever our love is synchronized.
The scales of our music harmonize.
We see starlights shine — during  the any
Moments of time when we embrace the highest
   of love within each other.


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(c) sally young eslinger 
With thanks to reading here on PS
got me to ask Jim about entanglement theory, resulting
 in the inspiration for this.  Thankful we inspire one another.

Going Through the Motions

A momentary lapse of reason
Has brought me back to you
Even though I'll always know
The hurt you've put me through

With blinded eyes I come again
My heart won't let me leave
I can't deny the tears I cry
The evidence, on my sleeve

Doubt has now replaced the hope
That made my world worth while
Dread and fear will reappear
And steal away my smile

Like a puppet on a lonely stage
My strings are in your hands
I have no will to even feel
Just following your commands

I'm just going through the motions
Tired and feeling used
I tried today to stay away
But my heart again, refused
© Larry Belt  Create an image from this poem.

Going Through the Motions

GOING THROUGH THE MOTIONS



The boat  takes me back
Home today without love or devotion
A mechanical process with a lack
Of sticky messy emotion

A journey of duty, not desire,
As a soldier goes to fight
Machine-like in ice or fire    -
No break in the darkness for light

Oh, that the ocean swell
Would obliterate this boat entire
And let the icy waves knell
The bell that drowns the fire

The Fear Effect

Fear jumps out of sweat that drips
Cascading down to bead up on lips
Salt licked tongue to the throat it slips
The recycled process of hydrated trips

Scared little geese bump into everywhere
Sensitive light breeze skin brushed up air
Usually uncovered tiny little stand up hairs
Completed by the shivers of warning beware

Fear falls into a sort of suicidal embrace
Dried by the elemental surprise of disgrace
Vanishing into where by confidence it's erased
Pushing through the exit door that slaps it's face

The Motions

The past is there,
But I try to ignore,
The feelings that I had before.

But all in vain,
I slowly slip,
Back into your loving grip.

Indecisive,
I can't explain,
The reasons that I feel this way.

Inquiring now,
I ask the truth:
Do you still feel the same way too?

Nervously,
I pass you by,
And still keep in my mind of why.

I can't approach, 
I fear the worst.
But most of all, I fear the word:

"No."

Motions

Its called just going through the motions
There's no quick fix, no magic potions
Day in, day out the goal is the same
Head up, stay strong. My emotions. Tame
Stress this, stress that. Wait, just breathe
Stay busy, feel lazy. Stop thinking, just be
I can. I can't. I won't. I will
Tired, can't sleep. Frustrated. Just deal
Defeated. Broken. I'm done. For the day
Wake up, try again. Start a new, I say
Fight harder, get stronger, two steps back
Feelings, more feelings. I'm over this crap
Walk tall, come on, enjoy a few laughs
The future is bright just forget the past
Woke with a smile. Heard a song, down I go
Suck it up, no tears. Don't let it show
I'm not going to do it. Nope. Not again
Yep, I'm crying. Ok, just for a second. Or ten 
That's enough. Shake it off. Got things to do
Life to live, people to love, no time to be blue
Stick to the plan, I will get through
This too shall pass, I know it to be true
It's part of the process, it's only a phase
Let the heart heal, don't count the days
It's not a race, there's no trophy at the end
Remind myself it gets better and until then
Just hold tight, I know what to do
Head up, stay strong. My emotions. Tame
Day in, day out the goal is the same
There's no quick fix, no magic potions
It's called just going through the motions

Solace Motions

Solace Motions

The mom shot out children faster than a gun
Moon helped pull some with gravity
Twenty in all confirmed and documented
It’s only natural
The births came on one at a time

One was Solace
Who flew through mom’s skirt while it flowed up and out
Faster than a bullet through stained glass windows
He shattered with it, scattered into fragments 
In as many directions as there are to count

Gone in that split instance
Once started he can’t begin to stop
In constant motion
Movement on moments as a consequence 
Solace takes off

People who never start are dead
People at rest… Are in stasis… Were born but not much more                                                                                                                                                                             
People who take their place…. Are not the same
There is no past.  There is no future
Solace moves between these two places

He takes his solace in quiet reflections
In silent thought and contemplation
Remembers his first and only start
When he kissed his mom good-bye before departing
She shot him out just like a dart through parted skirt

Solace is hard at work today
Never in the same place but in his place
He cannot stop once he got started
There were no brakes back then or now
Only endless races that Solace has to face

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