Starting Over Poems - Poems about Starting Over

Starting Over

I find myself all alone
with no place to call my own.
Living off other peoples’ charities,
how did I let this happen to me?
It really wasn’t that far back
I had it made, that’s a fact.
The world was my oyster holding the pearl,
Miss Independent, a confident girl.
‘I don’t need anyone!’; least that’s what I said.
You think maybe I

Starting From Scratch

When you lost everything you worked for
You feel the real affects of being poor 
Life isn't normal you dont function the same 
Things were stolen from you with no one to blame
Thats when any and everything seems to matter most
As you gain items back you have reason to boast
Losing things quickly when you gained it

its not starting over if it never ended

if tomorrow happens to be what ive waited so long for,
then my eyes might start to pour. 
ill say yes,
although you already knew. 

i never lost you,
only tried. 
but not even once did my heart say goodbye. 
ive tried letting go, tried to forget. 
but something about you, your love,
my soul could not reset. 

i

Tab 8

Tab 8
The summer pains will
Go away; and once winter breaks
Problems become numb

The snow and cold air
Soothe your sunburns, and the lake
Of your mind freezes in the mint

For the first time in
A while, even though your nose 
Is red- there is peace 

But the harsh winds get
Repetitive over time
You crave the sunlight 

And when you know
It

Starting Over

Glimpse of tears, dewlike, crystals
Painting moments in gossamer webs,
Defeated dreams and lingering prayers,
In voices of gentlest grace,
Stirring souls with sensitive prose,
Poetry in stolen sighs,
Stories so alive, faithful and bright,
Birthed in halos like milky pearls,
Moonbeams and stars,
Grieved by the hearts who sing,
In soft winds, 
Remembering the tones
Breathed beyond the azure sea,
Where yesterday believes
Yes, the heart still

Another Chance To Dance

I have seen that house a hundred times,
The one upon which the old vine climbs.
So poignant and so melancholy,
That place had once been the omphali.
Now it was abandoned, dark, and drear
And seeing it made me shed a tear.
I always wondered what sort of joy,
And happiness the house did enjoy.
Was there pain and hurt and deep

Starting Over Heroes

Some kids sleep
To sounds beating
Beating scared hearts
Beating man starts
Beating woman scarred 
Beating black tar
Racing for life
Faking out time
Speeding the night
Open eyes fright
Closing blue eyes
Praying through cries
Hearts hopes dream
Perseverance purple green
Arch angel wings
Borrowed brown blessings 
Morning raises shade
Man still raged
Kids know stay
Sleep until safe
“Woman come back!”
Clothes are packed
She leaves, kids go too
Man looks doomed
Police were called
Red

I'm starting over

My mind is made up
leaving all the bad behind 
wiping the slate clean

Starting over

Sometimes life leads us to start over and wipe the slate clean

Starting Over

The bird sheds the feathers,
    of Autumn's pain
Welcoming winter,
    with open wings
Scents change,
    with the new breeze

Faith In Starting Over

Start over 
This breath is new
Even for the despicable
Breathe

Start over
This cup of coffee is new
Like never before
Drink

Reborn again
This body is dry again
The wine in new skin 
As Christ promised 

Reborn again
Temptations made new
Baptized by Pinot Noir 
Humbled

If only I would believe 
I come out the womb again
And again

If only I could believe 
In faith in

The Widow In Her Cabin, Part Vii

When he had gone off, Amos did come in,
Aaid, “I wish we didn’t have to lie to him”
Joanne just scoffed, “He’s kept me here six years,
rather than be man enough to cry tears.
Nearly ruined me, he too has much sin.”

Now ‘Gunther’ it seemed did much love his wife,
each year he ‘returned’ and she bore new

The Widow In Her Cabin, Part Vi

“Harlot! How dare you betray my dear son!
Now bearing a damned vagrant’s little one!”
But Joanne cocked her head, looked quite confused,
“But father wherever did you hear such news?!”
And then affected to look rather stunned.

“The evidence is clear,”he said pointing,
to where her stomach was round with swelling.
Joanne just laughed, and said, “Oh dear, father,
don’t you know

The Widow In Her Cabin, Part V

Some people did gossip, but Amos played
the part of a shy, young man seeking pay,
desperate for work, and with nowhere to go,
some laughed at this, and he let them do so,
knowing what waited at home every day.

Beyond that he dealt with Preacher John’s sneers,
learned his routine, so he would not be near,
not have to deal

The Widow In Her Cabin, Part Iv

A naughty glimmer then came to her eyes,
she grabbed her man’s wrist, and led him inside,
and for a month this arrangement went smooth,
sure, some people talked, but naught could they prove,
until Preacher John saw things with his own eyes.

Three weeks later came that stern and tall man,
frowned when he saw Amos clearing the land,
he said

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