Teen Moving On Love Poem

Change And Moving On

Hello, I am a fourteen year old girl who has been writing poetry since I was in third grade. I am so glad that you came to read my poem! This is my most recent poem, "Dust to Dust". It is written in the midst of a sorrowful time, but expresses in abstract ideas how nothing ever lasts, whether good or bad, and everything moves on and continues in a circle. This poem is heavy with symbolism, and abstract thoughts, so I suggest close reading. I hope you enjoy! Thank you so much!


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Dust To Dust

© more by Erica

Published: October 14, 2018

If your heart was a diamond, perfect and clear
glittering gleaming like a broken heart's tear
If lust was coal, dusty and black
would it make you realize you want to come back?

If music was woven with golden thread
Soft... like the locks lay upon your head
I would listen all day... and through the night
I would play it once more to make things right

For if poems and words were always the truth
And were spun into realities as beautiful as you
My creation would be worth the time that it takes
and the toll that it makes

on me

For days are like mountains and years are like hills
And the tears are the rivers that turn all the mills
Though they bring sadness and though they bring pain
Has one seen a rainbow without any rain?

Though things cannot last, still nothing can die
It is a circle broken with only goodbyes
An echo in silence... a wonder we forgot
The weeping of a willow was all for not.

One less second is no concern of mine
But one may wonder where goes that time...
You can think it like this, you can think it like that.
Will the thinking bring those moments back?

It has been so long, moments have wasted!
fruits of love I have never tasted
rot on the ground, but will grow towards the sky!
It is the endless circle broken only with goodbye

crumbling in my hands, the hopes of a past
leaving believing that all this could last
soil turns to sand and then sand into dust
and blows away in the wind... something bigger than us

this greater purpose... this greater end
can be seen in every sunrise! Every heart of a friend
coal into diamond, and diamond to rust
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust!

So be it if words are spun into lies
it is all just the circle broken with these goodbyes
in the end... dreams will come and others will rust
it is Ashes to Ashes

and Dust to Dust!



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