#transition poems on Hello Poetry

CLARYT Jan 2020

There's a storm brewing,
A shift in air quality,
The prelude to a monsoon,
That hush before the deluge,
But this storm is not headed our way,
This storm, his one will bypass you and I my love,
For this reckoning is heading for those who wronged you,
A reckoning, not of your making, but for your benefit,
Yours and mine, let it be, leave it alone,
And let us begin our transition,
They will emerge unscathed, but told, informed.......

(C)eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 07/01/2020

Leaving behind a life which no longer serves us, emerging into a new, loving and nurturing life, with one that simply cannot function without the other.

#love #life #transition #escape

S I N Dec 2019

Last Toll

Last curtain call, to pay
last passage toll; to cross the side;
to take a ride; the future is behind us,
for we can't see it; the past is right in
front of us, for we can see it clearly;
so every step we take may be our last;
but we just want it to be fast; "Make it
Fast", they usually say; but why; we are
Afraid to cross that bridge and pay that
Toll; for we are afraid of that what awaits and
Entices us there; so we ever falter at that moment
Of transition; and never will stop;
For that mystery curtained did always baffle us
And always will

#death #passage #transition #mystery

Casey Dec 2019

Sister

I know I’m one day late, but happy 2 months hrt sis :)

#siblings #oldersister #sister #hrt #transition

James Rives Nov 2019

choice, in essence

i was told that every poem is about death,
***, and love,
never in that order.
that it's our job to organize
the chaos in a way that makes us feel
as though we won't be forgotten
when we're reduced to atoms and scraped,
bit by bit, from every etch
we've ever made
and the earth retakes our homes,
our names,
our loves,
lives, the lost.
but it's just a feeling.
what's important is embracing
every curve, every laugh,
every spat of anger. and learning.
that hurt won't always last unless we let it.

#love #hurt #pain #life #transition #forward #lust #happiness #crying #sadness

Tara Oct 2019

The Sea's Chalice

Sunlight’s amber coverage,
rippling in hand with the sea,
retreated beneath the shadow
of day’s rupture.

The swathes of darkness cast
across its golden bolt, swelled
outward with the sensation
of wine spilt from a chalice.

A thickened red,
seeping into deepened water,
expanded in punctuated
pulsations.

Night hovered, a ghostly spectre,
above the sun; water; day.
The sea, alighting in recognition,
burnt raw its tumbling waves,

casting orange flames in its
reflection- its essence to
the ashes of day- to
receive the ivory colouring

of bone upon bone.
The sun surrendered,
and in the darkness
a small sound rung forth.

Regret threaded its being
with the intensity of a storm’s approach.
‘Adieu,’ a voice called, clear before the
chalice of the sea. ‘Until tomorrow.’

Hi, this is my first poem on this beautiful corner of the internet. I hope you enjoy and can understand it. Any feedback is greaty appreciated :)

#sea #chalice #darkness #sunset #night #day #sunlight #goodbye #change #transition

Cardboard-Jones Jul 2019

Bridges

I see that troubled water,
I just cannot be bothered.
I know it looks bad, I know that it looks bad.
Looking for greener times,
Clearing my foggy mind.
I get the tool bag, I’m getting my tool bag.
Distances seems like a lot.
When you’re travelling and everybody just forgot.
It’s been so long since I transitioned into this,
But they only see the old me, they reminisce.
Communication without comprehension,
Though good intentions, is just lack of info retention,
I swear.
I build them up, and they just burn them down.
Then have the audacity to ask why I’m never around.
“Oh, hey, how are you?
You look so familiar.”
School them once, school them twice,
I’m on a different curricular.
I don’t have the time to keep repeating lessons
When all they seem to give me is false confessions.
With change on my mind, the past on my nerves,
I’m building bridges to get to something that I deserve.
…
…
…
Sleepy,
It’s 11:30, why you come to see me?
Ain’t seen you for months, girl, now you wanna see me?
Standing on my porch now, saying “You complete me.”
With the low cut tank top, thinking than intrigues me.
Bite your bottom lip, ooh, you thought this would be easy.
Thought that I’d forget just how bad you treat me?
I know all your tricks, yeah, that ****’s beneath me.
You used to be a playlist that I could put on repeat.
All your cute words, they’re just trying to deceive me.
But that bridge is gone now, why don’t you believe me?

#bridge #bridges #burn #transition #identity #relationship #new #travel #better #me

Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019

Goodbye 2017, Hello 2018

2017 -
The year that broke some more illusions
The year that invited some more people
But also drove away some people.

A year of juxtaposition and contradiction
A year of memories and lessons
like any other year; just different.

2018 -
The clock strikes 12 and you enter
as the person who changed over the 365 days
and embrace the ride of highs to memories
and lows to lessons in the coming 365 days.
But you know it is just a change in number
even though it feels like an end to something
heart breaking and soul shaking
and the beginning of something different and beautiful.

#new #year #transition #memories #365days