Poems about turning



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№ 1210004

Turning out.

The ocean's at the door.
The wind breaks against the wall.
Shuttered, cluttered. Down to my last bottle of beer.
Torrent held at bay by stone that's fast crumbling.


turning.

Author: Connor Sean McMurrick Crow
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Date: 07/04/2020


№ 1197107

Turning 22

When you Turn 22
Things tend to tread for years on end
No longer the blushing youngster
Or the naive college drinker
The world may open slowly
As an oyster holding closer it's pearl
The same goes for the world
Once coming of age
Becomes the ripe wine we've been waiting for
You will not turn to stone
But turn into the truth
Which is who you've been designed to be
After 21
This is when the silhouette you've been filling
Finally fades on in
Who are you
Who did you want to be
Well now,
Let's find out.


turning.

Author: Michael Ryan
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Date: 26/03/2020

№ 1195617

Black Wings Turning

A hundred crows from all corners,
Flew into view, and whirled about,
As if the cracked earth set quaking,
As if the sky was tiding, sloe black,
What ominous undulations accrued,
What murderous tribulations due?
The very sound they made was tear,
Was tirade and all those black flecks;
Dark sparkles of sun, shadows of fear.


black,  turning,  wings.

Author: Ormond
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Date: 24/03/2020

№ 1192962

Turning point

Maybe this is the time for me to rise
Im so sure this is my turning point in life
To finally do the things I want the most
Its time for me to travel, unravel my bravery to act
Embrace my survival skill to the whole new level
I wish you can come with me
To be strong as individual and a perfect match when we're together
But how dare me
To want you to follow my path when you already have yours
Im sorry
I might not look at you anymore if you break me all over again
Instead,
I'll be gone
Vanish from your sight until you wonder about my existence
And when you're about to find me
I'll whisper to you
"Thank you but Im no longer stay"


point,  turning.

Author: Dian Setyoningrum
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Date: 22/03/2020


№ 1191134

Turning Pages:

Images:


Mist rolling like silk,
Reflections of mountains painted with fire; trees edging grass;
Dancing hellos to dark sunshine and warm-tipped lips,
Cradled in the dance of sky and cloud,
Shape-shifting, secretly, where
The wind whispers, across the singing stones...




Embers;

Bathed in the essence of Spring,
A clockwise dust settles on a cruciform of Love;
Her silk heaven remembers the lithe scent of wildflowers,
Twirling and twining in teased twistings,
Swaddling her exotic leash,
Braided within the sunshine of his softly spoken kiss...





Oneness;

Days tumbled, within wild parables
Where prophecy became whispers of dream,
Soothing, the svelte of lips descending upon her neck;
Cobwebbed thoughts, in the seance of evening,
Ribbon the sound, silver-blue,
Deepening to amber...



Together;


Moonlight, the epiphany of night
Milk-blue in it's cooling;
Straying across lips, her body,
A madrigal, bled by the swell of his song;
Seducing smiles inside her eyes, melting,
Peeled of scarlet lace,
Tangled in the skin of his shadow...




Love;


Love caressed, with warm hands,
Threading beads throughout her hair,
And naked, came the night, lapping milk-flowers
To melt him, where he lay, a silent sweeping of flesh
Mingling, softly as liquid thighs wrapped the spill of moon-glow,
Fragrant, yearning suckles, musky overtures hungrily devouring;
Her throaty sighs, absorbed...




Visions;


Her fingertips memorise lean lines, faded jeans,
Visions of tanned and taut;
The contours of him, so close; enticing heat,
Lifting the nectar of midnight's whisper
Tracing moon-patterns, a teasing touch,
Swallowing dark promises of sweet elixir
Poured thigh to thigh...




Taste;


The subtle, sweet venom of his lips
Seeking warmth
And giving it;
His leg between her thighs... a chalice void of wine
Zephyrd trails coursing through the ripple of flesh,
Lifting the thrust of indigo amidst the wanton spill,
Awakening the breath in satiate...




Warmth;

Soft to his touch she lay,
Her breath braided with sensuality;
S T O P S...
As his fingers lace soft down to blossom;
Licking each whimper,
Swollen in shades of pink tender, parted by a tongue's tip,
Fluttering in the depths of love-burnt flesh...




Echoes;

Waterfalls of breathless silence
Veil night phantoms between silent caress,
Ravaging the wasteland of yesterday to
Bloom the nights of tomorrow,
Her body twists, legs tangled where his
Once laid;
The scent of 'forever'... breathes...


turning.

Author: Janette
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Date: 20/03/2020

№ 1190682

Turning the page.

Adenosine fueling me behind the scenes
Lysergic crystals
Explosions, shrapnel shredding
Tearing, digging inside me
Severed limbs
Severed parts of me
Left behind.

Born again.


turning.

Author: Marshall CB Hiatt
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Date: 20/03/2020


№ 1188611

TURNING POINT

IT WAS TRUE WHEN I MET YOU, THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO,
TO STOP FALLING IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE LIKE YOU,
IT WAS TRUE THAT YOU COULD BE HAPPY WITH SUNSHINE,
BUT MOST WOULD BE ENVIOUS OF A FRIEND LIKE MINE,
TO PICK ME UP WHEN I'M FEELING DOWN, ALWAYS
THERE TO REMOVE A FROWN - SUCH COMFORT IS RARE TO OWN;
NOW, THAT SUNSHINE WAS INSUFFICIENT FOR THE SOUL,
ONLY A FREE SPIRIT COULD MESMERISE AND EAT YOU WHOLE;
SOME THINGS CHANGE YOUR LIFE FOREVER, AND WHETHER
THEY BE GOOD OR BAD - IT'S THE ONLY LIFE YOU'VE EVER HAD,
YOU MAY WISH TO CHANGE WHAT'S GONE BEFORE - WHAT FOR?
IT WAS YOUR DESTINY TO MAKE MISTAKES AND WHATEVER
IT TAKES TO GET BACK ON TRACK - THERE'S NO TURNING BACK,
I'M HAPPY NOW AND THERE SEEMS LITTLE THAT I LACK.


point,  turning.

Author: TERRY REEVES
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Date: 18/03/2020

№ 1177453

Turning

I gathered these tears within my weathered hands,
Striding ahead and above in such a sad state of bitterness,
Blood in my shoes and your breath within my lungs,
Committing atrocities upon your memory during days full of fire,
While your children hide in my breast with the memory I've buried alive.

You shadow me in the day and cry for me by night,
Covering my body with paints and charcoal,
And the skins of monsters slain out of your love;
And every wound I suffer by my own hands
Sewn together with your hair.

Last night I went forth to do violence again in your name,
Armed with useless weapons and armour made from sand;
In passing I met you in a bunker, my fortress full of relics
And people asked if I found you beautiful... I laughed;
You are my ideal of beauty.

To turn, to change, that's what you want of me,
To turn from my path and face you fully,
Leave my sideways glancing behind and accept that we deserve eachother;
But I can't, and that's why you will not suffer me to live in my silence.

I passed you, you spoke softly, commanded me to wait,
And, seeing my sadness, my folly
You tore your shirt, eyes flashing fire and hymns;
You screamed at me:
"I TOO HAVE A HEART"

That stopped me, I turned and strode up to you,
And you were afraid but stood your ground, faced me as I finally faced you.
I put my hand between your breasts and felt your heartbeat through my broken hands,
Like the Gold from Telperion your love burned away my shell, my husk
And I was a man again.

Out of the dark a voice laughed, derisive monster I was given,
"Don't enjoy those too much, this isn't a porno".
I left you, in tears, empty, horrified, ashamed, helpless, I left you;
And went again to the work of violence against foes with no faces.


turning.

Author: Jon Shierling
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Date: 08/03/2020

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