Moving On Poems | Examples of Moving On Poetry

Never Safe I’ve never felt safe, if I may be so bold, No warm shelter from nights so cold If walls were strangers, far or near, This silent place was built from fear. Their smiles were teasing, sharp and sly, Their hug a blade, an unspoken lie. I’ve had to breathe without a sound, Hid my tears, kept pain unbound. At night I whispered...

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dean meat-mad @impossible3 rob'in'/hood; all get free lunches 1week says impossible3 need2learn: responsibility clean: building lab/gym 3decas old when meat-looks mattered laze lock/chains (nokey) dust!dirt!choke!cough! meat reflex: disgust hands make meat motions oldstyle wax on/off, lolz 2of3 sees button red/blue meat response: excitement 1of3: worried @meatspeak 3of3: trouble/warn/no 2of3: meat-weak presses red/blue quick 3beepLOUD meat reflex: alarm/worried/fear floorMOVE meatmoves: 2of3falls WATER (w/out floor) meat word: stagnant/gross/nasty meat memory: ocean/sea/brine/salt/brackish 2of3 splash/swim/paddle 1of3 reach/grab/help 2of3: pain/blood/agony 1of3 recall:...

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As this river gives, not giving a damn Emptying out the lake of hate, I am This ecosystem dies, but was it alive? Just surviving on dreams that I kept inside Confusion fills me, deep as this hole The sinkhole depths mirror my soul No reflections to see, nothing left to find Just hollowing cries, and thoughts unkind Saturated tears, muddled in fears A...

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What you sent on my path shall reverse back to you times three Emotion and feeling Thought and thinking shall reverse back to your path times three Gossip and deception on my name Emotion and feeling Thought and thinking Therefore, it shall reverse back to you back to you times three Your bad luck is not mines to carry Your cruses is not...

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searching empty rooms ~ what do my tender hopes seek now that I am all moved out ~ ~ mattered - not oblique ~ ~ sadly - whole house seems aloof even walls just feel the roof...

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I lay like that — arm above my head, one leg curled in, drowned in the smell of our bedsheet. somehow, I drifted off, and there you were again. I still do this thing where dreams change scenes like home videos. everything happens — we came back to where we wrote the letter with the pen. sorry. I was mean again. I said too much — so you stayed gone for so long. but kiss me...

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No, I forthwith forgiven you as I held the door open to my heart you ripped up My arms and hands released you from the embracement For thou I have so forgiven you for what I’ve done and we do In the truth of the matters we are both sadden by the view Of the empty room one entering...

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Was John Lennon crossing the line, mucking about, burning his bridges, or bucking the palace, a fine sign of the times then, in 1969, not often seen, when returning his MBE to The Queen? ...

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I know You'd return every winter, To remind me Of all the frozen nights. But, With the commence of spring And the warmth of wind, I'd be unmoved Whether you stay or not....

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Please look away. Don't stare down the demons behind my eyes. Please don't look at me. Please don't see me. I can't imagine what would happen if we understood. If we looked behind the mask and saw all the pain we've caused; What we did to eachother. Every time you hit me it wasn't the bruises that were the problem....

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Dark Days Are Coming Dark days are coming Loping over the far horizon Distant still, a little, Yet they approach, all the same....

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I’ve tried to fall asleep And forget what we were. What we had doesn’t matter If you’re not here to share the moments. What if I never told you? Would we still be together— Or would our relationship Still fall apart in the storm? Thoughts of you flood my mind, And for some reason, they still hurt. Shouldn’t memories of you make me smile? Why is...

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They say we Jews are afraid that no one 'now' will come to our aid Murder of Jews in America is multiplying more and more hate crimes, innocents dying ...

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I am 1,248 songs of complicated rhythm. Prose and verses tell a story of my decisions…my indecision. I am skin shaped, in 42 different shades of foolery, a life lover doing my best to avoid an other, but they seem to be everywhere these days. Crawling out from under rocks, or latent in my twisted...

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when i was a kid i used to draw a blue line near the top of the paper that was supposed to be the sky it started off being thicker in some places than in others but as the time passed i started to add clouds and draw inside the lines the older i got,  the more realistic the sky became then...

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