Moving Poems - Poems about Moving

Like melted snow in summer’s vase she vanished without a single trace Turned his whole life inside-out that inconstant gadabout Surely, he’d learned his lesson, our...

Continue reading...

If home is a place Then I lost my map Hearts got misplaced  Vocal cords snap I scream and yell for one more chance Then beg and plea for some closure My legs are tired of this dance Now I've lost my composure  Teary eyed and red Weight gained and lost All the blood I've shed Promises given with fingers crossed Lies spread around Passing from friend to...

Continue reading...

There once was a place soupers called PS Forgive me if I sound a bit too superc-i-l-i-o-u-s Bloggers delight with fisticuffs at bullying bogus bluffs One day...

Continue reading...

We would be getting married tomorrow. If only December me knew what I know. I would have put more thought into that And realized I needed glossy, not matte. Has my body forgotten your touch, And my heart, that adrenaline rush? Has my mind moved on from the distrust From what always felt less want than must? The thing we had was...

Continue reading...

beside the river what a night! darkness is great fireflies moving stars...

Continue reading...

Today I learned that being me always here for you, always yours in intimacy was never enough. I did not give you the peace your soul was searching for. It shatters my heart… how did we come to this? I learned today you were looking for comfort in someone else’s words, and all this time I thought I was your world. Have I taken you for granted? Was it my...

Continue reading...

It clung like ivy, patient, green with hunger — wrapped itself around every beam, crept beneath shingles, rooted in the cellar’s damp breath. I mistook it for the house itself — fed it rain, fed it dust, let it climb my windows and press its leaves to the glass until I could no longer see daylight. But rot loosens quietly. One morning the vines lay...

Continue reading...

If sometimes name moves on, Oftentimes fame moves on. What well begins moves on, If ends well, game moves on. If able limbs move on, Limb-lost, lame oft moves on. A shame-soaked scarce moves on, Fame filled to frame moves on. Right from birth death moves on, Life’s aim is same: moves on. If fear of shame shackles, Freed from same man moves on. Life’s life...

Continue reading...

Games at the baby shower ...

Continue reading...

it has no legs yet m o v e s faster than l**i**g**h**t**n**i**n**g ~ true e°•m°•o°•t°•i°•o°•n°•s ~s~ ...

Continue reading...

Never been to Norway nor to Finland or Sweden After all, my wife Eve and I left the Garden of Eden ...

Continue reading...

The clouds are moving swiftly In the air Birds and planes are flying High in the sky The wind is barely blowing The sun come later The humidity in the air In the moment sounds in pairs. Higher in the atmosphere The Hemisphere. ...

Continue reading...

I no longer need a man for me to be any happier. I no longer need a man to emulate ex-lovers. What I do need now is someone who reflects me as a partner....

Continue reading...

Have you seen a better fool like me? A dimwitted dreary buffoon like me? Buffoonery has its limits, ridiculous, But for me it's monotonous. I never change, I'm always the same, It's such a shallow shame! Yes, I am the one to blame. I see politeness wearing A fancy pair of friendship earrings. Who does that? An acrobat, a bubbly brat! Who thinks that a...

Continue reading...

A warning to possession. To the demons chancing claim of skin: I dare you to take this body, and dare you to take this mind. Better yet, I beg of you, to claim each for a ride. Would you like to suffer reason? Suffer sound of self each second? Or rather suffer thoughtless sense, Even you could not have...

Continue reading...