Move Out Poems | Examples

He Left

He can't wait to move out
since he's grown up- but the problem is
that he has no car and has no job,
he's wise enough to understand
that he cannot live as a freeloader
be forever dependent on his parents
he's a grown man not a little boy
problem is he has no car and has no job,
he must obtain these things himself
the question remains: "how?"
his days are restless and his nights are sleepless
itchy with impatience, where the balm to soothe?
He can't wait to move out and live a life of his own
problem is that he has no car and has no job,
opportunity rarely comes his way
eventually his decision is to sneak out the door
with his backpack filled with essential items.
He left the nest in the early morning hours...

What I deserve

I think it’s best that you just go away 
I’ll take peace over you on any day
I am growing in ways I never thought I’d see
Being away from you is helping me grow into the woman I want to be
I am loving the freedom and peace I have in my life
Everything just feels so right
I’m so happy that I’m feeling better about myself 
So better to the point where I’m not dealing with foolishness 
I am content with myself and loving all of myself 
I finally realized what I deserve 
It’s someone who chooses me everyday instead of someone who picks and chooses when they want to
I love being away from you because I can see everything so clear
I can see that you never loved me and that’s fine but move out of the way so the one for me can love all of me
It’s what I deserve and what I deserve is someone better than you

Whether Your Weather

Whether your weather
Is chilly or hot,
Most people get used to
The climate they’ve got.

If heat is your thing,
Be it humid or dry,
You don’t mind the schvitzing,*
Though I don’t know why.

But if you like winter,
With sleet, ice and snow,
You couldn’t care less
If it’s seven below.

I guess there are some
Who may move out of state
If they live where the weather
Is something they hate.

For those with four seasons,
We get to complain
Only part of the year
When the temps are a pain

Which for me, means the summer 
And days like today 
When I hope Mother Nature
Will lure them away.

*sweating

Great Family Tree

Spring and Summer those seasons went by
The best thing in the world always falls from the sky
No matter the situation, the love was theirs
The price was no luxury for the poor boys and girls
To sit up and prosper with such a delight
It grew up so fast, like a thief in the night
Many more came from just that one person
The first one that came made things a little worser
Then things got better to the lucky number six
Because the best number of all was three from the mix
It grew up so beautiful with no time to wonder
Intertwined with the opposite, then here come November
With no time to spare, the poor thing grew
Then out of the blue one became two
Wasted no time at all it just happened to be
The best part about it came happy number three
To move out the way and stay the course
It was time to add one more, and that soon made four
The number was up, and everything was complete
And that was how it started my Great Family Tree!!!

Our New Roommate Teddy

My two roommates and I are builders.
We build each other up, and have a great time.
We decide we need another roommate.

Teddy applies. He is quiet, but calm.
His references are glowing.
We invite him to room with us.

Teddy is a demolisher.
We take care of things.
He destroys them.

We are free-spirited creators.
He is grouchy and tries to extinguish our joy.
We finally have to ask him to move out.

We discover later that his glowing recommendation was from his mother.
He set fire to her place when she kicked him out.

Grapples In Life

Life is fascinating all the time
Your good aura saves the day bright
Like the dawn dispels the darkness
Each of us is radiant when we smile.

Sadness makes our heart pure
Move out old tears to have a new one
Like the strength of inner self
A quite moments ease a gentle smile.

Love always has overdraft limits
What is too much is sorrowful
What is lacking comes negotiation
That value a good relationship.

Seeking justice is strenuous
It requires bravery and a gentle talks
Decisive show of force but open to legal remedy
Love to accept peace but hate oppression.

The Sky

endless in my mind’s eye
endless like memories
reflections of love
and desires felt
since I was a child
now I drive the highway
drifting clouds are islands
and they reflect the sun
as if the day has just begun
a river flows by my side
people in the diner reminisce
about how life changes
but still goes on
and children eager
to move out of town
end up living
their parents’ lives
talk of politics and taxes
in convenience stores and bars
makes philosophers
out of farmers and wives
and we make up stories
about what we cannot understand
on a quiet walk on a path
I take in all I can
and time is never lost

Lee Vilifies Her Husband

Lee vilifies Henry, her husband, a good man
Maligning him whenever and however she can
Most of us move out of her arrogant lying way
Not wanting to hear what she has to spout or say

KING OF THE ROAD

Road of acceleration
A Trucker cruising on the highway
Blowing his horn all the way
Drawing attention
Trucker representation
Trucker in control
Smokie behold
Big and Large
Through the uphill climb and down
Safety measures of sand dunes found
Around the steep winding bends
Being careful with no pretend
Fear sometimes among the cars
At the Trucker flashing lights
Move out the way I am coming through
Truckers Day
Carrying a load on schedule
Through the night and arrival by morning
Into traffic determined to get through
Commitment is the Truckers pursue
KEEP ON TRUCKING!

The Storm Always Wins

Storms
For I have foreseen
A darkness approaching like a needle to a seam

Move out the way as you might be caught
By something unimaginable who could of thought
It will scare you, nerves will run thin
Run afar over mountains and seas

A shadow no light
Will give you a fright
The storm always wins

A boom and a clap 
Storm’ll fight back 
For I will never win

Try to rest
The storm does its best
To keep you up till light
But when will it come
Will I ever see the sun
For I will never know
 
The storm strikes 
Thunderous light staggers me back
Is this a dream
Heaven it seems
Memories drifting away
For I have fallen 
Electricity has struck 
There goes my luck
For the storm always wins

Midnight death

Was a random dream dear!
Suddenly, my eyes open up,
I was sweating and full of fear,
Rattle! Just a little copper cup.

Oh God! Nothing was there!
But sorry to say to you Meet,
Someone is somewhere here,
I could feel someone's heat.

Suddenly I could see a shadow,
I was frozen to say God's name,
My tongue felt part of the swallow,
I am in shock I couldn't aim.

What's happening with me here!
I couldn't believe my hands cracked.
Help me God to move up there,
I wanna move out as I was jacked.

A creepy sound below my bed,
I wasn't, but I tried to look for.
But unfortunately it was my bad,
It was just the cup fallen before.

The black clouds, and cold air,
Coming inside from the window.
I will not go to close it, it's fair!
And disgusting noise, fast and slow.

When I tried to sleep peacefully!
Sometimes anything was happening.
It was a bad experience, surely!
Sleep! Morning would be shining.

Cool Meet! Cool down! It's gone,
Morning! Atmosphere will change,
Hope to have a bright sun fun.
But my death was absolutely strange!

Fleeting sparks

On a vacation trip to the Susunia hills 
Green paddy fields smiling outside 
Trees happy in the robes of silk
Sun in the game of seek and hide

Quite a long pine standing in front 
Light green looks like in your eyes 
Great banyan tree from a deep bough
looking at me, in wonder-struck eyes 

Before our eyes the hills slowly move out 
narrating the stories of dense green curves 
In the sky graze the white lambs and cows 
In the branches, galore of whistling birds 

Fleeting sparks, from our petals and thorns 
Ephemeral light in the wings of herons

Lollipop Candy

A lollipop, she wanted to devour
But her painted lips were tainted and sour
Goodness sakes alive
She broke out in hives
Hidden by a mask, she chose to cower

Inside her mouth the lollipop was stuck
But her joy of sucking had run amuck
She pulled and she jerked
Nothing she did worked
What a terrible time for rotten luck

Photographs were taken and passed around
Many folks found them to be quite profound
Her weepy eyes held tears
Visible were her fears 
As the lollipop sucker, she's renowned

Not exactly the best way to gain fame
I heard tell she has never been the same
Had to move out of town
Became a circus clown
She's called Candy, after changing her name

twirling

I’m just twirling in the center of my room.
I’ve got way too much to do.
Has that ever happened to you?

I’m assailed, derailed and impaled by indecision.
I can’t find my lucky pencil and I have a final in 90 minutes
I have lab results to qualify and I’ve a term paper to finish.
I have two problem-sets due and I must arrange movers.
Despite my burn-out, I should start packing for move-out.
In order to get our reservations and tickets in hand,
we’ve got to finalize our summer plans.
On my theoretical schedule - I’m behind -
oh, and there’s a mountain of laundry to climb.

In finals week everything is ratcheted up.
and there’s the weighty and unavoidable demands of sleep.
I’m just a girl about to pass out in her room, over-caffeineed,
from chugging a large, iced coffee after 3 hours of sleep.
I’ve read that stress can affect valuations.
I think it’s true.
I twirl.
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Give Paris One More Chance by Jonathan Richman (Youtube ZMF7Jq8xNGI)
I Want You Back by Trijntje Oosterhuis
Make a Rainbow by Benny Sings
Let Her Go Into The Darkness by Johnathan Richman

A wild fantasy

What happens to all the oranges
hanging on my neighbors' trees
would they let me have a bag of em
if I bargained or said pretty please

Why are all the fruit-tree houses near
the Sharing Shelf not sharing any
or perhaps i'm too slow and miss
the time when they donate many

Or do they sell them to the markets
or give them to far-off food banks
someday maybe I'll grow my own tree
full of juicy oranges, and join their ranks

Add to that a lawn-to-garden meadow
sprinkled with wildflowers -- my fantasy
and a Little Free Library of only-kids books
in a tiny uncluttered home by the sea

But not the beach -- they're too scantily clad
...I guess I could grow one from seeds, now
without having to move out for this plan to work
I'd share as many oranges as the tree will allow

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