Best Transition Poems
I once encountered a mountain, I didn’t want to climb
So, I stood and viewed its beauty, left everything else behind
I once encountered pouring rain and didn’t want to get wet
I chose to watch and listen to soothing sound without regret
I once felt pain in my heart so deep, I couldn’t move so I had to re-start
All the things I had abandoned, so that I would not fall apart
I once stood in a graveyard, afraid to face the next day
Left gifts by a gravestone, while I stood and chose to pray
Many times through the years, beaten by loss and sorrow
Released by tears that I shed, with dreams I chose to follow
I once wondered while standing in a meadow, why I am still here?
So, I assumed it is to give more, open up and overcome my fear
Through the valleys and peaks of life, I know I did my best
To keep on going at all costs and challenge every single test
Moving through transition with things that came my way
Led me here so I am able, to write about it all today
Heidi Sands
11/19/18
The hat hangs on the wall,
not as a relic,
but as a witness—
to mornings that began before the sun
had made up its mind,
to arguments with weather
and the quiet pacts signed in sweat.
Below, the boots—
faded, cracked, obedient,
still loyal to the shape of a man
who walked with purpose,
even when purpose was
just getting through the day.
They are not symbols,
though we make them so.
They are not sacred,
though we treat them gently,
as if disturbing them
might sever the bond
that holds the past
to the present.
And yet—
the window is open.
The light is not wistful,
but new.
The boots do not mourn.
The hat does not sag.
They wait,
as all things wait
for the next hand,
the next step,
the next story
to begin.
The day I truly became an adult – oh I remember it like it was yesterday
The moment I gave birth to you my son – my life changed forever
Nothing can prepare you for the responsibly of having a child
Children are helpless, vulnerable and totally dependent on us
Decisions I made then shaped you into the person you are today
Yes, I made mistakes – I am the first to admit it
But parenthood is a steep learning curve for us all
I tried my best to nurture and guide you - as my parents had with me
Hoping that you wouldn't make the same mistakes I have done
Let you make errors and do things for yourself – it’s the way we grow
Now you have spread your wings and have flown the nest
When times get tough I wish I could revert
Step back in time to the halcyon days of my childhood
But the transition has occurred - I am no longer a child
04~22~15
Contest:- F J Thomas
The true meaning of being an adult
Transition From Deep Dark To Brightest Light
(Chained Sonnet--100 words)
Within dreams sent into this world of shades
shades full of heartaches and long slashing blades
blades severing sleeping rest on soft nights
nights of diminished hope and sharpest pains.
Pains of death at this sad door now knocking
knocking that promise evil in the flesh
flesh burnt hot, flayed back exposing raw nerves
nerves once made of black iron and hard steel.
Steel born of ancient warrior's deepest pride
pride in truth, honoring family name
name reminding one of future promise
promise of blessings and rewarded fame.
Fame's generosity and greater love
Love pure, in serving only God above
Robert J. Lindley
3-21-2017
Chained sonnet-- and in 100 words
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 100
Note- This sonnet was inspired by my reading this morn, a truly magnificent chained sonnet, written by my great friend Teppo Gren
Note- This is my first chained sonnet, theme is the transitioning from Dark to Light.
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Visions of a life unseen,
Moments that vanish before thee,
Life progresses and I'm left behind,
Death a transition of life foreseen.
Today you're here,
Tomorrow never seems to be,
Instances of life and death,
Raven of the night take flight and away!
Death is calm and precise,
Steady and obscure as the night,
Pulling strings behind the veil,
Pulling me under into the shade.
Thy soul shall not awake,
A tomb is now your room,
Name engraved into stone,
And a raven rests above your tomb.
Be silent, be still,
Believe, be free,
Oh, raven,
Take me where the shadows grieve.
SC, July 10, 2017
In memory of my uncle † (June 22, 2017) †
10th place in the JULY PREMIERE CONTEST sponsored by Brian Strand
Your transition is a miracle
A Divine orchestrated Oracle
Like the ever-changing caterpillar
Metamorphosed into a butterfly
Graceful and Beautiful
Bright and Colourful
Gracefully transforming its body
Spinning itself like a silky cocoon
For a season, it goes through pain
To renew the old nature again
Digesting and releasing enzymes
To dissolve all of its old tissues
It learns to creep and crawl
Then it learns to stand tall
Fashioned to fly and to soar
To kiss the beauty of a flower
He's made us priest and kings
And He's given you these wings
Spread these wings every day
And fly just like the butterfly
autumn winds rousing about
singed leaves of burnt sienna
twirling dance of sweet demise
~ bide snow wintry grave
AP: 1st place 2022
Submitted on September 30, 2020 for contest WRITING CHALLENGE - DODOITSU sponsored by CONSTANCE LA FRANCE - RANKED 1ST
stars in silent fear
eyes of the sky seems tears filled ---
proud pregnant dark clouds
24 March 2022
The family all gathered to consort
as the doctors turned off all life supports.
They moistened her lips with a lollipop.
Shortly after her breathing stopped.
She looked at peace, her eyes fixed far away,
not a trace of pain on her face that day..
She lingered for a farewell kiss,
was so well loved, would be sorely missed.
Hovering above her vessel so worn, aware
of their wails as they deeply mourned.
The room now empty, absolutely stark,
her lifeless body alone in the dark..
She sensed a bright light and embraced
her journey as the hospital staff
placed her body on the gurney..
Night lay in deep, mournful silence,
Quiet without life’s sweet presence.
Shadows moved brutally monstrous.
Arrows of fear dashed horrendous.
Soon darkness from the earth moved out.
Moon went to its secret hide out.
Sun came on his diurnal shift.
Fun it was to watch snow clouds drift.
It was almost like twilight this morning
Grey clouds so low on the hills
Not far for rain to fall Double Kimo
Gutters rushed their burdens toward the sea
The shards of summer swirling
Winter’s finger beckons
A new time when the rain sees and greet
the noon day is so weak and shy still
a new time when the sun is fed and beat
wake up call to put time to a refill
a new time when the snow fall to be neat
the air and man bask but pay the bill
a new time when the leaf gets to a seat
from up to down it will pass the grill
a time to play and a time to cry
a time to be wet and a time to dry
we all sit and boil then stay to fry
jazz or rock, easy to remember
the next tune is on, loud from its members
goes up and down from June to December.
Eighty seems to be the transition age
When we revert back to a child like stage
We stomp our feet
No more sweet
It allows us the privilege to rant and rave
By Laura Dee Battle
November 15, 2014
When I held your hand
Did you ever understand?
Could it be the way our stars align?
I prooved to be a flawed design
Did it show in my blue eyes?
I could have been the perfect bride
Never thought it'd be that way
I would've had much more to say
I should've been just as you are
Couldn't be much more bizarre
Did you see all that pain in my eyes?
See through my perfect alibis?
For you the makeup is your face
To them it's my mark of disgrace
When all you want falls out of reach
Identity is constantly breached
The fear on your face is leaching out
The seeds of doubt that suddenly sprout
Growing hate when the skies are grey
Loving my SELF despite what they say
Maybe one day I'll find they're right
Their way may too hard to fight
But that will be the day that I die
The final bed on which I lie
I'm begging you to save me please
Laura Dee; the man I'll never be
My breath is cold as the coming winter snow
But my heart is no longer six feet below
For the first time at night
I might be all right
Hope might be the only word
To finally stray from the mindless herd
...
I open my Virgin eyes to spotless sunshine
Now that I know her warm lips are mine
She is just like me; so free from our disease
Destinies for memories between the burning trees
I know I should love my brother.
But, they stick me in this
forsaken place and say “kill”.
What do I do with this love?
When the enemy stands before me
with no retribution in his eye,
only a look of bewilderment;
where do I put it for those next
Few seconds?
With fury of Satan
I enter the relm of self preservation.
Automatically, I move.
Methodically, efficiently, I separate
him from life, limb, family, and future.
Even through my tears
I can see, the faint smile on dead lips;
and I know this man is not my enemy.
This man is like many others
and somewhere, someone knows that.
Yet, destiny has placed him in the wrong place,
at the wrong time---the wrong side of the fence.
I contemplate the mystery of death
as I move methodically through the harshness
of the terrain.
Suddenly I see a bright light
only a millisecond before
I feel myself crashing to the earth.
The man I had just killed
cradled my head to his chest.
I ponder death
as I float twixt worlds --
not afraid