Poems about move

Dont sit there and cry when the past as gone
Dry up all your tears and with your life move on.

Dont sit there and think how it used to be
Take it from your mind delete the memory.

Time will make you heal as you move along
Its time to make a change stand up and be strong.

Start again a new make a brand new start
And love you lost will comeback to your heart

This love
Have no lies
This love
From heaven
This love is pure
This love
I'm sure
This love
Move mountains

Years has past by but I'm still stuck thinking of you as always. today's my birthday and the only thing I want is you

Stopped dead in her tracks.
Underfoot the staircase moves.
Onward.
Ever upwards.
A cycle in continuity.
The steps step on their own.
In a continual rhyme.
Climbing.
Never stopping til it's day is done.
Go to step.
Falter.
Unable.
Stuck in an entirety of inability.
Stairs beckon.
They beat me again.

Atop.
A need to descend.
Big approach.
Determined.
Only in my dreams.
Go to etch my foot on the stair.
Say etch.
I need to scrawl.
The way the bloody escalator takes control.
More scared than feeling fear itself.
Never will I be able to step over the bridge.
Try as I might.
Phobia so much greater than me!





By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I'm surprised no one else can hear it
The roar of blood begging to be set free
I know I'm so close to freedom
Is it worth it, can it be?

Who decided that it was bad?
To take your fate into your own hands?
I just want to feel okay, but I'm the only person in my way

The world before
The world moves you
Change her before
She changes you
Take opportunities
Before they take you,
Spin the globe
Before it spins you
Pray for the universe
Lest she preys on you
That's the only way
To live to rightfully
Leave the way.

It's from an obscure background we mostly try to emerge
Into that mainstream of life is the direction of our urge.
As we gain a little knowledge and skill in what we do best
We grow in confidence and learn to stand apart from the rest.

All life is such an uphill struggle against many an odd
And even after we make a mark our body claims the sod.
Yet life holds many mysteries in which itself is bound
Being the main one all the rest revolve themselves around.

Whenever there's a problem or one arises we need to surmount
The solution is that answer of which we all have to take account.
If we go about only creating more problems than we can solve
We get bogged down and from where we are it's hard to evolve.

The struggle of life goes onward though and forward is its march
Taking everything with it that we know to build a monumental arch.
And this is usually seen as a signpost if at the past we happen to look
Recorded for posterity as a picture of a structure in our history book.

The future becomes the past and so the past can reveal the future
The present is the thread that binds them together as in a suture.
And time and space are the stage set of all three in the drama of existence
Wherein everything that happens is for a purpose in spite of any resistance.

To live well and long is not really the true objective of life
Neither is it to live in luxury nor to boast of a beautiful wife.
As death and the grave await everyone whether they're great or small
We should try to go beyond them and the body which heeds their call.

When we experience death in our dreams we don't really die
But only awaken from the nightmare we've had with a sigh.
The same thing happens in real life more or less when our time comes to leave
Our soul rises freed from the body and its surroundings so we need not grieve.
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MOVE became closer to THERE.
THERE just blushed.
Then in MAD rush.
Saying STOP.
STEP stepped in.
WORDS took a back seat.
MOVE said to THERE.
I think I LOVE YOU.