Motion Poems - Poems about Motion

I eat the sun, distilled into sugar—and with it, I move the world. My muscles are not merely flesh; they are time-guided levers, sculpting force from fire. The rod in my hand is nothing but an obedient witness to a greater truth: that I, a creature of breath and blood, can summon the laws of motion at will. From...

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the sound of waves rocking to and fro its golden mirth adorns my sleepy dreams AP: 2nd place 2025 Posted on April 19, 2025...

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the city awakens as the sun slowly rises gears set in motion posted on April 16, 2025...

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You lie innately beside bucolic roads On mountain slopes and rolling fields Until motionless winds stir, His breath Lifting you to glorious heights Swirling, drifting, pausing here and there Carried to the verges of the Earth Where only He knows the end from the beginning To softly lie down, again Awaiting the breath of the Almighty To raise you up in new birth ...

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We're poetic wraiths, Poets' souls in motion, bards, Brainiacs, our muse, Singing around our planet, Nature, Love's dreams, far beyond........

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In current times, breaking up is often referred to as a slow-motion breakup, or as the new generation might say, "pulling back." The lyrics of songs reflect the sentiment that breaking up is challenging, though it is approached differently today. Whenever I approached two to three years into a relationship, I recall sensing the gradual shift or...

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Contorting himself like a ball He rolled all the way to the wall. When asked as to why, He’d simply reply, “In moving this way, I won’t fall.” ...

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Feeling our fontanel pulsate, enlivened by the pulse of bliss, there then remains nothing to do, save in childlike delight to wait, awestruck as polarities kiss, betwixt light strobes that so renew. There is nothing to be divined, since we have become the bliss flame, positioned outside space and time, all nodes of form, divine aligned, fulfilling in part, our soul’s aim, as we thus do...

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As we go through life in gentle slow motion, within this dream seeing everything as play, by tip-toeing without causing commotion, with no fears to appease or demons to slay, invoking grace, sipping love’s magic potion, rapture fills us breath by breath, day after day. With this secret now known, consciousness let’s hone, in time stretched stillness, coming into our own....

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Time eases the turbulent days, And with it comes a deeper understanding of all that life brings, For every journey through a shrivelled meadow, there is an invigorating hope, For every darkness in a chamber, there is a rising light. Monsters staring through the window no longer disturb the mind, The ominous things...

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In the stillness of frost, the glacier rests, Bound by the law of inertia’s quest. Silent and steady, it clings to the land, Until gravity whispers its gentle command. A force unseen begins the glide, Massive and ancient, it cannot hide. For Newton spoke: F = ma, And so the glacier carves its way. Downward it presses, a relentless might, Through valleys and time,...

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1. Dusk in Passing Faces pass like streams, caught in the city’s quiet— footsteps fade to dusk. 2. Rest in the Chase Moonlight on water, a ripple breaks its still face, then calm swallows all. 3. Hope in the Clay Clay waits in warm hands, molded by breath and rough hope— use finds its own way. 4. Thoughts Like Dust Drifting off to dreams, a cool breeze sweeps the...

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Extempored Etiquettes Elaborated conversations of old Mildly in motion of words to express Synesthetic syncopations silenced inner egos. Naived out soul Anticipates long enough for a change to show-up As Clouds faded and day showed up Life whispers a note Of Now...

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Be it life that follows, a fast light, wanderer, wandering the night - Say I turn? To follow my self or mine, afore my self, I find, that follows me… ...

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I’ve heard it said that poetry is dead But I don’t believe that’s true. It runs in our veins like water to rain Somewhere inside me and you. It’s up in the air, in circles and squares And oceans, rivers and tides, In cats and dogs, bayous and bogs, In taverns and tall rocket rides. For life is an ocean of poetry in...

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