Poems about Moving On
#MovingOn
Poems about moving on, dusting yourself off and moving forward after a breakup or difficult stage of life. Moving on poems, about finding the strength and courage to start a new chapter in life, finding freedom and closure on past events.
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Moving On from Heartbreak
I stood waiting for my heart to repair
Itself but little did you know you had
The power to break it. That despair
I felt did nothing to replace the bad
Feeling I had that this was the end,
But I still have to protect and clad
Myself in the finest armor to send
A message you could never break
Me or my heart. You left me to fend
For myself as the wolves would take
Everything I once held sacred. You
Mistook my kindness for a snake
You can easily get rid of. As my blue
Sky came back to life I knew in this ...
Itself but little did you know you had
The power to break it. That despair
I felt did nothing to replace the bad
Feeling I had that this was the end,
But I still have to protect and clad
Myself in the finest armor to send
A message you could never break
Me or my heart. You left me to fend
For myself as the wolves would take
Everything I once held sacred. You
Mistook my kindness for a snake
You can easily get rid of. As my blue
Sky came back to life I knew in this ...
#heartbroken
#MovingOn
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You Don't Get to See
You don’t
get to see
the wounds
you left behind
because I wear
long sleeves.
~I grieve~
You don’t
get to see
my tears
because
I wear
my aviators.
~You’re a traitor~
You don’t
get to see
my broken heart
because
there’s now a void
where it resided.
~Love misguided~
You don’t
get to see
the love I carry
because
I bury it
in my keep.
~Beyond the deep~
You don’t
get to see
anything
because
I...
get to see
the wounds
you left behind
because I wear
long sleeves.
~I grieve~
You don’t
get to see
my tears
because
I wear
my aviators.
~You’re a traitor~
You don’t
get to see
my broken heart
because
there’s now a void
where it resided.
~Love misguided~
You don’t
get to see
the love I carry
because
I bury it
in my keep.
~Beyond the deep~
You don’t
get to see
anything
because
I...
#breakup
#hurt
#MovingOn #sadness
#MovingOn #sadness
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Once Bitten, Twice Shy
My phone rings
and it’s him.
Asking me
for a second chance.
So, I humor
the conversation,
only because
I miss the romance.
As I cry
he moves in
for the kill,
I’m caught
in his trance.
My eyes
start to form
into heart shapes
and I believe
at first glance.
I give way some,
showing up
and for a moment
we dance.
The record breaks.
Fool me once,
you’re a dick,
fool me twice,
I’m the dumbass
and that’s my stance.
and it’s him.
Asking me
for a second chance.
So, I humor
the conversation,
only because
I miss the romance.
As I cry
he moves in
for the kill,
I’m caught
in his trance.
My eyes
start to form
into heart shapes
and I believe
at first glance.
I give way some,
showing up
and for a moment
we dance.
The record breaks.
Fool me once,
you’re a dick,
fool me twice,
I’m the dumbass
and that’s my stance.
#breakup
#MovingOn
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The Last Mother’s Day
This will be your last
I won’t be there
I let go to survive you
It was a requirement
So I could learn to live
I won’t be there
I let go to survive you
It was a requirement
So I could learn to live
#abuse
#forgiveness
#MothersDay #MovingOn
#MothersDay #MovingOn
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Rain
I want to be your song from beginning to end
spread myself on your lips, like whispered wind.
Be the soap that softens you, the bath that bathes you
the towel that glides over your wet skin, pure and true.
Your pillow, your silk comforter, let me be
kiss you in dreams and watch you sleep, carefree.
The sun that enters and shines on your bed each day
waking you gently, making you smile in the sun's ray.
In the softest touch of your fingers, let me reside
in the depths of your secrets let me confide.
The good, the...
spread myself on your lips, like whispered wind.
Be the soap that softens you, the bath that bathes you
the towel that glides over your wet skin, pure and true.
Your pillow, your silk comforter, let me be
kiss you in dreams and watch you sleep, carefree.
The sun that enters and shines on your bed each day
waking you gently, making you smile in the sun's ray.
In the softest touch of your fingers, let me reside
in the depths of your secrets let me confide.
The good, the...
#dreams
#FallingInLove
#lust
#MovingOn
#obsession
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Those Streets
Today I went back to those streets.
Where the sky is still blue
Only one thing I missed
There was no me and you.
My memories came back.
Like secrets from a drawer
It gave me a peek.
From the back of those flowers
If life were a train
Where I met you by mistake
You took off to your flower land.
And your name slipped from my brain.
Today I went back to those streets.
Where the flower still blooms
Only One thing I missed
was loving you.
The flashbacks came.
Like soft breeze ...
Where the sky is still blue
Only one thing I missed
There was no me and you.
My memories came back.
Like secrets from a drawer
It gave me a peek.
From the back of those flowers
If life were a train
Where I met you by mistake
You took off to your flower land.
And your name slipped from my brain.
Today I went back to those streets.
Where the flower still blooms
Only One thing I missed
was loving you.
The flashbacks came.
Like soft breeze ...
#acceptance
#breakup
#MovingOn
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A Confessional
Truth be told, the picture I painted of him was created with pain. I couldn’t accept that he didn’t want to build a life with me and I couldn’t accept that I no longer wanted that myself. The fairytale I held onto as a means of survival had disintegrated and I was left floundering in a sea of uncertainty. I had been here too many times before and our tragic romance did not belong here also. It belonged on the pedestal I had placed it along with him and my impossible expectations. I used his kindness and patience as a bandage, ripping it off frequently so the pain could make me feel alive not...
#honesty
#lover
#MovingOn #myself
#MovingOn #myself
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Family Gathering
I wish I could tell you
I’ve always been awkward
that it’s not you,
it’s me
that that’s why I study fiction;
I’ve always been better with stories
than people…
the grey spring sky glowers overhead
as cousins and nieces and pets I haven’t seen
since dad’s funeral crowd in
earlier you told me the news
that Nan was going into a home
because you couldn’t care for her anymore
and I hugged you when you started to cry
I’ve grown less weird in that small way at least
raindrops feed your...
I’ve always been awkward
that it’s not you,
it’s me
that that’s why I study fiction;
I’ve always been better with stories
than people…
the grey spring sky glowers overhead
as cousins and nieces and pets I haven’t seen
since dad’s funeral crowd in
earlier you told me the news
that Nan was going into a home
because you couldn’t care for her anymore
and I hugged you when you started to cry
I’ve grown less weird in that small way at least
raindrops feed your...
#aging
#family
#love #MovingOn
#love #MovingOn
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A Time Of Change
On the last day of November
The half moon
Hung heavily
In the night sky
Watching over
As another month dies
Sitting on the periphary
On the eve of December
No doubt
They'll be much to remember
And also to forget
But i'll wait
And see
As it hasn't happened yet....
by Jemia
The half moon
Hung heavily
In the night sky
Watching over
As another month dies
Sitting on the periphary
On the eve of December
No doubt
They'll be much to remember
And also to forget
But i'll wait
And see
As it hasn't happened yet....
by Jemia
#MovingOn
#nature
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Where the weeds have overgrown.
From boyhood years, I still recall
running through a worn back door
but my joyous shouts, they shout no more
as my sister's sleep in a graveyard floor
in this old home where once we lived
tangled weeds have overgrown,
the swing set’s now a rusted thing
the see-saw waits alone
our youth feels like a made-up dream
lost picture frames display we three
with Mom and Dad near
the backyard tree
yet sadly all...
running through a worn back door
but my joyous shouts, they shout no more
as my sister's sleep in a graveyard floor
in this old home where once we lived
tangled weeds have overgrown,
the swing set’s now a rusted thing
the see-saw waits alone
our youth feels like a made-up dream
lost picture frames display we three
with Mom and Dad near
the backyard tree
yet sadly all...
#home
#MovingOn
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I don’t know how…
I don’t know how
To do things half-assed
How to be indifferent
How to not wear my heart on my sleeve
Let you not get to me
Pretend like the world is flat
And my emotions are too
How to be bland
Not feel passion in everything
How not to have wonder
And experience everything as if it's the first time
I don't know how to let you know
That I have to let go
Because if I don’t
You’ll regret it
Possibly worse than me
To do things half-assed
How to be indifferent
How to not wear my heart on my sleeve
Let you not get to me
Pretend like the world is flat
And my emotions are too
How to be bland
Not feel passion in everything
How not to have wonder
And experience everything as if it's the first time
I don't know how to let you know
That I have to let go
Because if I don’t
You’ll regret it
Possibly worse than me
#MovingOn
#myself
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Worn Chair
Invite your feelings.
To sit in the mind's worn chair.
Listen and let go.
To sit in the mind's worn chair.
Listen and let go.
#emotions
#haiku
#MovingOn
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