Passing Over Poems - Poems about Passing Over

Passing Future

Passing future, coming the past
The time storm is ready, it’s total
Find again the reality, back to life 
Build a new world, it’s old that life

Passing On

Glistening
the dew shines upon your skin
threatening
to disturb everlasting bliss
all things shall pass, like the 'morrow
cling not to the strife,
nor the sorrow

Hiding
these feelings from your kin
bleeding
converge upon deaths kiss
nigh, the fleeting pass of life
your heart i wish to borrow

The Passing Bell

Not living
longer
but dying
slower
The chemo
dripping
death’s shadow
appears

Each moment
fringed
with a joy
ill censored
The countdown
has started
whose bell
— is near 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)

Our Legacy

As obvious as it may seem,
Our higher life we must redeem.
To get full value, its true worth,
It’s not a given at one’s birth.

First acknowledged, then understood,
Overcome ego, become good.
Use your energy to create,
Our deeper thoughts our true estate.

To share the truth that we have gleamed,
Our higher self must be redeemed.
Legacy: our thoughts repeated.
Shows our life

Passing Through The Moment

Passing Through The Moment 

Aesthetic communion for an artist in a ghetto
Prosthetic student union that is only there for the power show 
Anaesthetic ex-communion for a doctor who does not want to go 
Prophetic graceful union of the ones who seem to always know 

Consummate reliance on another person for your relief 
Don’t abdicate defiance

Those passing days we had to lived through

Greetings, joyous May!  
Welcome, enchanting Month of May!  
What wisdom and wonders do you bring to light?  

Reflecting on the frosty days of January, the playful pulse of February, and the turbulent winds of March—  
As we embrace the dawn of a new beginning,  
What treasures do you hold 

A Passing Object

for who i am right now,
i'm but the result of someone's monstrous generosity
first they would show you the bright colors
and later sink their teeth into your skin
was it a cactus hidden among the flowers?
or was it a snake in the lake?
this poet couldn't differentiate as
they both share their thorn and fangs with you
and for so

Summer Passing

Impossible beauty, summer in swell,
Fragrance aflowing and fluttering around;
Though now, I admit, I don’t see it well,
I know – my ears! – all the birds by their sound.
Heaven surrounds me, but only for now;
Howling the winds that shall crash on my head;
Ripping the flowers that live on the bough,
Never see summer return in its stead.
Perhaps

She was light, I was glass, a reflection of the rays passing through me

She was light, I was glass, a reflection of the rays passing through me,
A dance of shadows and glimmers on the surface of my cracked heart,
Perhaps I wasn't the purest altar, for something in me always resisted,
Trying to mend her, to hold her, but shattering her fragile outline.
Her light scattered into shards when it passed

Silent Hymn

She left no echo, made no sound,
Just folded time without a frown.
No curtain call, no loud applause—
Just grace departing without pause.

A hand once warm now gently still,
A final breath, a resting will.
And yet, her presence lingers on—
In morning light and dusk till dawn.

Soft is the way the faithful part—
A silent hymn within the heart.
No need

Winter's Passing

Winter's Passing

warmer temperatures hasten Winter’s passing—quickens Spring’s coming

Autumn and Its Passing - Edited

"Lingering leaves of gold frolic in the wind"
and though their twirling is such a beautiful sight,
the limbs of the trees look as if they've been thinned,
so those trees seem desolate in the twilight.

Also, the day of my birthday came fast,
so no sooner had sweet autumn arrived,
then September had already passed.
Sadly, early fall cannot be revived.

Oh,

Whispers of the Passing Days

The days drift softly, like leaves on a stream,
Fading whispers in a fleeting dream.
Sunrise paints the sky in hues of gold,
As time’s gentle hand unfolds stories untold.
Morning glimmers with promise anew,
Afternoon blooms in colors true,
Evening whispers in violet hue,
Marking the world’s eternal view.
Mountains stand in silent grace,
Forests dance in nature’s embrace,
Oceans sing with endless grace,
A

The Peace of Passing

Would that I could consider this departure 
A pleasure trip to lands with beautiful sights. 
Traveling for betterment of mind and spirit 
A place you go…and come back you might.

I wish I could imagine you will answer 
each letter that I write, 
or pick up the phone when I dial, 
making your absence lose its

A YEAR IN PASSING

January wakes us weary,
New resolutions pressing heavy.
Then comes February’s charm—
A month of love, or wasted calm.

We march ahead into March,
Preparing for the chill to lurch.
April brings the planting days,
As a third of the year slips away.

Hope returns with open skies,
Maybe this month—maybe May.
June arrives with quiet tunes,
We wish the world would feel okay.

Halfway through, we

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