Move Back Poems | Examples

TRUMP

Quote by: Blue Sapphire 
"One can only give what one has, be it love or be it hate !" 

Where do we place that cup of hate when love's bitter pill,  
has been swallowed?
How do we move back into love when all is dead and gone?
Do we fold our cards and peacefully accept 
or do we play the wild card of hate and send 
resentful snakes slithering down the path of a broken life....
Where do we find the courage to love again after hate
has devoured our sense of compassion and taken away 
the virtue of forgiveness? 
One can only give what one has, so will it be hate of love 
that wins over, in the end.  
It's your card game so let me know if you decide to fold
or Trump it !

ps this was not meant to be read as a political poem 
but rather to show how every man and woman has 
the capacity to either love or hate depending on their 
choices. I used the Trump playing card because 
it shows how we can to win the game, if we play it right. 
I was hoping for some non-political comments on this 
poem. Thanks :)

Consciousness Sleeping

Waking up through the night really can't sleep
Mind is wondering fast, and everything is so deep
Staring at the dark, your body is laying still
Everything becomes silent, and the picture becomes clear
The distinct level of conversation that's within yourself 
Is a mirror of a reflection from the mind calling for help
To stare into your consciousness with a metaphorical invasion 
The physical will stay asleep, but the mental begin exploration 
The darkness becomes a pandora box that you're trying to escape 
To move back into reality form before it's too late
As you're laying there still with a sleepless rest 
Your spirit returns back to the body with a physical aspect

my puppy watches me write

dog sits on couch
watching my pencil move back and forth
what is he thinking?
He stares at me with heavy black eyes

is it an accusation?
Is it a love look?
I dare not make eye contact a second time

As soon as I do he will be in this recliner
licking my ear
with his quick silver tail flipping me in the eyes

garbage can bandit

I sit on your garbage can and fiddle with a knob
Your back door shakes a bit, I search for a corn cob
Smash goes the lid to your aluminum garbage can
I am the man, I think now, I am the man!
You are in your kitchen, terrified to see that knob
Slowly move back and forth; my cousin has the corn cob
Fighting ensues, we slap each other and screech
You call the cops. They send out Officer Leech.

Seasonal revenge

Winds rattle the windows
     while babes are asleep;
Cows traverse the fields
     through snow that's knee deep.
Chickens are in the coup
     surrounded by straw,
They are not alone in
     waiting for the thaw.

Water pipes are frozen,
     power lines come down;
Snowplows move back and forth
     through the snow locked town.
Schools have been cancelled,
     kids skate on the ice;
Many snowmen been built,
     each one's very nice.

There be some that don't like
     all this stuff of white,
Many have left the state
     by car or by flight.
But that is nothing new,
     happens every year,
And it is they'll return
     after springtime's here.

And so the seasons go
     as the months roll by,
Time waits for no one now
     and ne'er answers why.
It's funny how it works,
     so precise, so neat,
Yet some hating the cold
     also hate the heat.

The suffered soldier and our severed soul

I am awoken by the summer night crickets and lighting that strikes the roof rod.
The wind and the abnormally hot air that begets the ominous dark cloud filled with ice rocks and Gods tears. 
My dying light marked by the lost touch of a handsome beacon to the dullness of my heart. 
A killing angel forgotten by the depths of a secretive shadow, engulfed in an endless pit of darkness.
He is, but a memory one must hide away in the heavens of the heart and the evils of the mind.
The forgotten peach wrapped in a towel under the intense heat of the summers breeze.

Written as a spiritual insurance when the floorboards creaked
As the wind caught my feet and the whispers that knew great feat.
It is no trick or a forgery of truth, but a para-perception to make up my lack of you.
I cannot move back the misty pendulum, wishing for some other to fill the gaps of what was once true.
Before you left, I should have cleaned our mess, but I am a hoarder of memories
That you must've despised, toxic soldier.
I cannot promise the stars I won’t draw for you, nor for the winds of time to forget your name
But your love will always roam the realms of my universal truths.

Heavenly Gates Wide Open

With heavenly gates wide open, earth unsealed
As walls come down, obstacles vanish from our field
New impressions arise within our mind
Unblocking our thinking, freshly aligned
Our thoughts take new wing
For strength to flow, joy to spring.
Royalty adorn upon our gown draped
Overcome the invincible, for evil is already defeated
Move back to move ahead with heaven’s might
Advance and ascend with heaven’s insight 
Occupy the realms of honour and success, 
For our Source, the Anchor, we profess 
The Dreamweaver, World Shaker, true
To His Word, will guide us to our breakthrough!

NATURALLY AS IT IS

Drawing a face
It is like assigning the pieces 
Into one
Modifying a drawing
It is like uttering the sequence 
Into words
A mystery,

Birds always make a sound
But what sound are they making?
Interesting as it I'd
Waves always move back and fourth 
But what movement are they showing?
Amazing as it is
A landing,

Writing on a paper
It is like putting an ink between the lines
To make sense 
Singing a song
It is like swallowing the words
To make vocals
A mystery

A Man and Is Kitten

a man and his kitten 

He had lived in a cottage deep inland for thirty years, now, was time for a change, but it was hard to let go, but now the dog was dead he felt alone
He and his dog had walked the same sheep tracks for years and in summers, bathed in the river
walking the same tracks, now made him feel miserable.
Moved he did, to an apartment in town with a view
of the sea, nice, but the ocean was not his first love
his new love was a kitten he had found when walking to the store.
Writing is difficult here, he blames the noise from 
flats over his, but he knew he was being dishonest 
writing gets more difficult than before
He has had calls from someone wanting to buy his cottage and home standing alone, a house might lose its soul, must hear voices, or the roof will sag and with windows of sorrow.
He hesitates, thinks he could move back, but can't now that he has a kitten to take care of.

House To Let

"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house; can you hear the whispering?" - Quote by Constance La France  

A house without a mouse or spouse
tends to babble on a bit, to itself,
whispering wanton murmurs,
meows and purrs,
as it hums and winds away 
the bore-some, dreary hours
waiting for someone, 
anyone, anything, 
or any being really, real or unreal,
to move back in,
baring mice
of course.

Into 2023 1-7

I get my first job
A temporary internship
But at the end
They don't hire anybody

I move back home
To be near my friends
But then, they all move away

I get my second job
It is temporary to permanent
I look for other jobs 
But can’t find any

The boy and I talk about living together 
But I can't find a job where he lives
And he doesn’t want to move

My second job ends
With unfulfilled promises
Of being made full time

I look for jobs
First what I want
Then what meets my standards
Then below

I get a job stocking
Is this all I am really worth
Even a degree is worthless
I've got to pay it back

Time

Time doesn't move back and forth,
Time doesn’t halt
for the atonement of our faults,
Time doesn’t recede in its steps,
It’s an untiring traveller.

Time doesn’t duplicate itself, 
It bears only one copy,
Time is an unrelenting sculptor,
It doesn’t falter in bringing the image viewed,
Time doesn’t replay events.

What happens to have been seen before,
What happens to have occurred earlier,
Are only mirages of the mind,
They’re only the mind's tricks,
They’re the mind's optical illusion.



February 23, 2023.

Back 2 Bmore

I am so done with people in this area. They are all so fake and just say anything to get what they want and use you. I have two people in this area that I can honestly call true friends Jeremi  and Rod and that's it. I want to move back to Baltimore so badly. But Mom lives here so I won't leave her. But as soon as I have my car I will be making more trips to spend time with my lifelong friends. Real people. I'm the most real person any of these assholes have met. They just don't know they gonna bring the Original Johnny Rancid out and see a side of me that they wish they never met. Salute to all you fake ass friends Suck My Dick!!

Carcinization

He would see friends of his past,
Turn to foes of the present,
They would chase behind his back,
Human shadows, both crooked and unpleasant.

His eyes felt and saw differently,
No longer a need for a nose,
He had new red-colored pincers,
And eight legs with no toes.

Amidst his panic, he felt the waves,
The sandy waves that lured him,
Deep into its treacherous flow,
An opportunity to escape,
Only to that side could he dare to go...

He couldn't move back nor forth,
Was it his imagination?
He could only move in an axis,
The first human to succumb to carcinization...

The Truth of Your Heart

What is the truth of the human heart?
Is the heart like a black veil?
For one can not see what it hides
nor what truth lies 
at the very bottom of its core
What story does it bore?
For if I could move back the vail
what would your heart tell?

• Short Move Back Poems
• Famous Move Back Poems
• Best Move Back Poems
• Read Move Back Poems
• Long Move Back Poems
• Move Back Quotes