Short Starting Over Poems
Short Starting Over Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Starting Over by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Starting Over by length and keyword.
The bird sheds the feathers,
of Autumn's pain
Welcoming winter,
with open wings
Scents change,
with the new breeze
belongings all gone in the fire
responsible for the look in your eyes.
starting over, crossing with lies
why are you calling me a liar?
His name beautifully translates into the word "lover."
Him leaving makes me sad whenever a date of ours is over.
His love for me so tender I am embracing starting over.
It's a lovely day for a walk in the park
Pretend we're starting over to rekindle the spark
It's hard to believe
The changing of the leaves
Winter's around the corner the sky's turning dark
There is no retry.
There is not a checkpoint.
There is one try, to get across your point.
No do-overs, no re-do's.
No starting over, no take-two's.
No retakes.
No sequel.
Leaving mistakes.
Keeping all evil.
Wiped the tears from my eyes.
Starting over clean without your lies.
Have to go,I can not stay.
I love myself in a brand new way.
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A flock of seagulls fly in the cottony sky.
Hearing its cawing in the distance.
In a sunny and warmer afternoon.
They fly near the beaches looking for food.
At sunset, resume their flight again.
Starting over the next day.
Unadulterated and pure
the thoughts left my mind
Untrained and unschooled
no restrictions to bind
The page below virgin
as I lower my pen
A literary wanderer
—starting over again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Unadulterated and pure
the thoughts left my mind
Untrained and unschooled
no restrictions to bind
The page below virgin
as I wear out my pen
A literary wanderer
—starting over again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
We all have a place some just never see
Who we are and what can be
As you endure a broken road
God will bless the heavy load
There's no need to sit and cry
Wonder what, where or why
Starting over is hard to do
Hold your head high and see it through
(S)now covered hills
(L)aughing with the speed
(E)agerly starting over again
(D)riving the sled, trying not to tip
(D)iving in the snow when it stops
(I)nitiating races to the bottom
(N)oses and cheeks red in the cold
(G)oing home to have hot cocoa
Heidi Sands
when I ran on empty
you filled my life
working around
what lays behind
days of heartbreak
and an eye that was blind
you touch my heart
and ease my mind
months of cold
and listless days
starting over
all of that erased
once again, I pledge my love
letting all the ghosts abate
Sunny start, I see
Quiet day
Blue sky, turning white, gray
Frosty air, incoming
Small storm, starting over sea
With a menacing howl
Waving and a rippling
See it coming, crystal ball it
Light mix, sleet
Snow white
With rain drops, tinkling
Dampen the ground, moist
There is the clock
Waiting
Marriage
loving, forever
holding, caressing, kissing,
gifts, home, house, legal documents
arguing, dividing, crying
angry, revengeful
divorce
messy, long
disagreeing, leaving, starting over
freedom, alone, company, dates
talking, laughing, touching
wonderful, another
marriage
Can you escape your own intelligence,
can you cross that final line
Can you release your own magnificence,
starting over, redefined
Can you see beyond your vision,
can you wish beyond your dreams
Can you think beyond your knowing,
—can you love beyond the gleam
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
APPLE TURNOVER
What the world waits for
A miracle new Eden
A great revival
An influx of innocence
Like a great enchanting wave
Like starting over
Adam and eve the tree snake
Virgin nakedness
Dark clouds give way to blue sky
And they happily remain
…………………………………………….
I just finished Dean Koontz’s “Breathless.”
The champagne's all been guzzled.
The fireworks have burst.
The calendar has been replaced -
It's January first.
In plans and resolutions
We all have been immersed.
It's time for starting over, fresh -
It's January first.
Belaboring a point cannot
Be easily reversed,
So let me just acknowledge - wow!
It's January first!
You can’t embrace
the moment forever
whose verity
at essence ungrained
By definition
it must rename itself
once mentioned
decried and disclaimed
What came upon you
to die in place
where vacuums exit
in time and space
Regenerating
from life’s cocoon
and starting over
—Amayasvan moon
(The New Room: December, 2023)
(The poetry form is a toss-up, between Narrative and Free Verse)
Picked-up Towels
He had left his wife
filed for divorce
starting over
with nothing
We gave him
a pan here
a blanket there
He did his part
by picking up towels
left lying beside the road
One time too many
he stopped
It wasn't a towel
only a used Pamper
It started at 1, 4 came soon
Covered the world in blue
That used to be my favorite hue
24 hours and two moons
A lot can change in just a day
Some phases never let you stay the same
24 years of abuse
Put a blanket on the past and
Throw it in a casket
24 years out of view
Starting over feels so tragic
But crazier things have happened
Who will feed first I wonder
As vultures fly in, surrounding the carcass.
I begin to count them. 45, 46, 47…..92.
I lose count at 93, but do not feel like starting over.
The biggest birds feed first
Because they had the strength to rip the animal open.
It was something I could no longer bear to watch.
So much for the Discovery Channel.
what makes life worth living
what makes it exciting
it’s a different answer for us all
everyone has their own priorities
their own set of values
it’s never too late to rewrite a chapter
but opt not to build on sand
you’ll get washed up with tides
start over from nothing if you must
but build something solid
something that will last
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Moving along steady and stable,
turning a corner.
Soaring high,
overlooking rushing waters.
Moving along uneasy and unbalanced,
turning a corner.
Falling into the mist,
crashing down.
Moving along rocky and bumpy,
turning a corner.
Pulling back up,
starting over.
Moving along stronger and wiser,
turning a corner.
Reaching new heights,
finding peace.
So, I'm starting over again,
Why is this thought in my brain,
That patterns repeat for everyone,
For me, good men appear to be none,
Control freaks take a sweet witch,
And turn her into a right *****,
You can't please bullies, let's say,
I suppose I'll learn that one day,
This pattern long held in my brain,
Being a doormat is a drain!
So, I'm starting over again.
Sometimes in our lives
we take wrong turns.
And then we wonder,
why not we,ve learned.
The spiral downward,
seems only to get deeper.
Then the minds eye,
only see,s the Grim Reaper.
But thru Jesus,
comes your sight
Wide eyed open,
you,re able to see some light.
Then thru his will,
your journey begins.
You get to start all over,
all over again.
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