Short Turning Point Poems
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A turning point's not always fight or flight
~ It just may be left or right
turning point in life
eternal satisfaction
fuel euphoria
2/14/2015
Heroes don’t always wear a cape
I was rescued during a hasty escape
Trouble brewed and I knew everything
Until coming face-to-face with perishing
A brave soul enabled my life to take shape
this is the day
the culmination
of the waiting
the anticipation
the excitement
the hope
the dream
the drama
and in a wink
it’s over
a turning point
behind us
what now
hope
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Turning point
embraced by sadness
tears roll down unnoticed
decisions made
engulfed by fear
internal pain
dying slowly
ongoing agony
hearts broken
lives ruined
smile despite the pain
life goes on
tomorrow is another day...
Gods word is reliable,
this is truly undeniable.
He's committed to you.
Never lies pulling you
through. What he started
in the spark of Christ, the
Lord God follows through.
This new journey is your
turning point
Form:
Now
Is a
Turning point
History made
The truth will prevail
Facts will come to surface
Ripples on water will spread
Shimmering in the light of day
To create a beautiful image
To see standing together, shore to shore
Heidi Sands
10/25/19
There was a time where
I had no shoulder to cry
on I was at a point of no
return lost my hope to go
on you showed up out of
the blue to save me funny
how it all plays out I was
suppose to know lonely
the lesson was learned
the hard way but you
set me free
TURNING POINT
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
yesterday, I gripped the sun,
demanded mountains kneel or run—
my clever hands could bend the dawn.
but wisdom knows: the world’s not drawn
by force—it blooms where I’m undone.
view turning point
as an opportunity
to reevaluate
ones chooses
that had lead
to this point
than chose to
step of the path
once taken onto
the past not taken
in order to change
the trajectory of
your life for the betterment
of the future you
I don’t remember the loneliness
taking refuge inside me
and becoming
part of my story.
I don’t remember the season
or the way the sun
lit the earth then.
But there was a man
in a car full of dogs.
He said there were
people somewhere
with free flowers.
March for Our Lives Parade Poem 2
Instead of stopping and then adjourning,
Should start learning how to be yearning,
Look forward,
Being with Lord,
And seek point you can use as a turning.
Turning point will put people on right
track regarding gun control.
Jim Horn
Since we met I knew you were the one for me.
A treasure that I was to discover when I had given hope and there was no sign of return.
You came into my life when I needed you the most.
Meeting you was the turning point of my life.
Please be the key and remain by my side.
These chalky bones
A brittle breath
and all in life that is complex
A turning point
of monument
When ideas burn their thoughts to death
A settled sight
A twitching limb
A hand which looks so frail and thin
My mother's face
has been replaced
By sickness with no consequence.
Form:
hunger
discontent
emptiness,
a frantic
surge
of fatigue..
defeat...
a turning point,
an impulse
claws
for space,
advocates
sweeping changes,
retrieves
lost grace
renews
desire,
brings
perspective
change the narrative
view the turning point
as an opportunity to
create the space for
positivity to grow
out of the negativity
of the past
start to change
little by little
baby step by
baby step
until one day
before you
even realize it
you have changed
your life´s narrative
If heart you chase is heart of stone
Better for you to be alone
Don't play a game that you can't win
Think twice before you make your spin
Refrain from chasing a shadow
Turn back from hearts as cold as now
For, your not born to be martyr
You're not meant to catch someone's spear
September 5, 2023
There comes that certain turning point
we know our end of road is near.
But at that end, there is a bridge,
we cross to Heaven without fear.
September 22, 2020
Premiere Contest: Rithimus Divisa 6
Sponsor: Gregory R. Bardin
Four Lines From My 3-Stanza Poem-
"End Of The Road" 12/04/2017
I have traveled to and fro
To know that there is no place
Like home Sweet home
Charity begins at home because
You're a strange native to other
Natives home Sweet home
Home is an asset so a man
Without a good home is a
Grown stranger to his people
Your home is your origin
Your birthplace is a turning point
Home Sweet home
I find myself at times in my life,
at a turning point- which way do I go?
and I always returned to the foothills
Searching for an inkling of a feeling of home
Long after the farm had been foreclosed on
Sad, as I watch the cattle now in the pasture-
where my Dad and granpas markers and ashes lay
~ashes to ashes dust to dust~
Today is my turning point
I know what needs to be
done put it down and step
away I must learn how to
cope with emotion unstead
of drowning it away time to
face those demons with a
sober mind I've ran away
from them for way to long
I'm killing myself slowly no
longer today I'm putting the
bottle away for good and never
looking back
in ones life time
dreams and reality
or just a passing
until you grab a hold
of life
some of the beautiful things
happen when a person
has took all he can take
suddenly that fear
of failure
becomes a
flying success
ride out your heart
until
all hate is gone
until all vague
insanity problems
flare. live wild
and love while you live
Form:
we wish would appear
better angels who are here
overcome all fear
what we would deduct
orchestra Lincoln did conduct
great final product
make sure self esteem
did not appear in your dream
be part of our team
interested in
trouble caused and where had been
Jackson of all men
with love God would anoint
we had reached a turning point
moment by moment
A slip to wish
A solemn note
A secret code
A robin's egg
A final word
A slice of sky
A turning point
A breath to beg
A day to grow
A falling tree
A photograph
of you and me
A silver streak
A floating laugh
A broken vow
on my behalf
A tourniquet
A purple moon
A glassy eye
A week in June
A passing thought
A last good bye
A slip to wish
A final sigh.
I'd rather have piteous hands
Than blood stained ones
It may be a dismal conception
But through that threshold stands
No turning point in either direction.
The piteous are often the poor
While blood stained will throttle for more.
It's a dismal world upon reflection
So heaven's conception was to soften the poor
But man set the bar for that thresholds redemption.