Best Slip Off Poems
Take a deep breath
Let yourself relax
Close your eyes
Come with me
Inhale
Exhale
Let me guide you
I’ll take you on a magical journey
Give in to the moment
Relax
Breathe
Close your eyes
You’re there
You’re there
You’re outside the Taj Mahal
A full moon bathes it in a silver glow
It’s serene
Take all the time you want
Enjoy the scene
There’s no need to hurry
Inhale
Exhale
You’re tired
Winding down
It’s after hours
And no one is around
The stress of your day
Is the coat you take off
One sleeve at a time
Let it drop to your feet
Feel the freedom
Of the weight off your shoulders
Take a deep breath
You’re at the main entrance
You’re calm
Slowly slip off
Each shoe one at a time
Take a deep breath
Listen
It’s just you and the echo of stillness
It’s majestic with the high ceilings
And luscious marble all around you
Listen
Feel the resounding silence
It’s charming and inviting
It’s calling you from within
Go ahead
Follow where it leads
Enter as the richness
Of the silence envelops you
It’s a droning melody
That feels peaceful and safe
Soothing
Beckoning
You feel light
You feel transported
Your feet barely touch the floor
Inhale
Exhale
Stay as long as you like
You’re exactly
Where you need to be
Relax
Take it all in
When you’re ready to leave
Have one last listen
To the melody of silence
Step over your shoes and coat
You might as well
Leave them behind
You don’t need them
Treasure this peacefulness you feel
You’ve earned it
Let it lead the way
To a relaxing evening
Where sleep will sway you
Between the realms
Of fantasy and reality
Breathe
Relax
And enjoy your evening
Read on air by invitation ~ March 13, 2022 'POETS HARBOUR'
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on August 30, 2021 for YOUR FAVORITE AUGUST 2021 POEM contest sponsored by CONSTANCE LA FRANCE - RANKED 1ST
and August 24, 2021 for A BRIAN STRAND YOUR CHOICE contest sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Categories:
slip off, adventure, freedom, journey, peace,
Form:
Free verse
To The Brink For The Ink Crack Like Fissures
Another page scarred with ink. Upon her page, I see red ink
branded by the thoughts I think. Tattooed thoughts, that make me think
My mind imprisoned, feel the burn, Within intricate patterns, my heart it learns
past the point of no return. As I slip off her ledge, my spirit churns
Faces bob like buoys in an ocean, For her mind, it is an ocean
I'm sea sick to societies motion. I'm lost upon, her wave like motion
Clutter intoxicates my brain, Intoxication, it fills my brain
filling me with failure and pain. Strange impressions, as I view her pain
Forcing sleep deprivation muse, bubbling from my mind, feelings break loose
cigarette, pot and coffee abuse. I'm transported back, to my own abuse
Five A.M. and the pressure is strong Crack like fissures, emotions strong
to make these words move along. I feel I've known her all along
My audience awaits but I'm still She grants me audience, within places still
writing rhymes against my will. Her rhymes resonate, until I bow to her will
Blocked by need I'm suffocated, lungs filled fully, never suffocated
my joy becomes what I've hated. She’s one transcended, not filled with hatred
I can't escape the vines I've grown, a climbing flower, I've see how she's grown
notebook prison, I cry alone. With her notebook open, she's never alone
All this angst and misery, She transcends angst and misery
all for the love of writing poetry. Within her glowing landscape of poetry
Casarah Nance Richard Lamoureux
September 14, 2015 September 14, 2015
Dedicated to the Artistry of Casarah Nance
Categories:
slip off, angst, beauty, dedication,
Form:
Formal forms feel nice and safe
But meter makes me sweat
Sometimes rhymes will grind and chafe
And stresses makes me fret
Perhaps there is another way?
I need to be diverse
Panzer stanzas made of clay?
Or flirt with loose free verse
...
To write without rules? Freedom!
The shackles of rhyme snap open
And clatter to the floor
The ball and chain of meter and rhythm
Slip off and roll away
Through the septic puddle of conformity
Clunks against the cell wall
The solid steel door unbolts - one - two - three
And squeals open
Rust flakes bursting then falling
Metallic leaves onto a metallic forest floor
A breeze washes in - washes away the stale air
A poster of Dr Seuss lifts, then flaps, then rips
Then blows away
Daylight streams in - bright - white - blinding - searing
As fragile eyes adjust, the outside free-i-verse reveals itself
Freedom? Yes. But what chaos!
Repetition, imagery, metaphors and repetition - still there
And rhyme and meter!
Where should they go?
What if I get it wrong?
How will I know?
I can't take it in!
...
The door swings and closes - safe and secure
The chill draft now whispers - certain and sure
The shackles await me - to hold and embrace
The ball and chain staring - a well meaning face
Perhaps structure and form aren't really so bad
Free verse is trendy, or maybe a fad
From now on I'll stick to what I surely know
Rhythm and meter and rhyme true to flow
Or maybe I'll try again tomorrow...
(Entry for the "flirt" contest)
Categories:
slip off, funny, humor, humorous, poems,
Form:
Free verse
Awoke with a feeling of deflation
The razzamatazz is over pressie’s given
Then a thought arouses me with a smile
Whilst the men watch the sport on this boxing day
A few cans in reach
We females can hit the sales with parking queues for a mile
Like a rugby match the people snatch and run
So much on offer, it’s all in the fun
You don’t try it you buy it cos it’s less than half price
A bargain is a bargain , wouldn’t usually look twice
You go home laden with things you know you’ll return
Was a bargain yet not quite what you yearn
Wearily you slip off your shoes with a big yawn
Food’s in the kitchen, help yourself, this maid is tooo worn
Been a wonderful day, so different from Christmas
Yet they both need each other to emphasise the past
Categories:
slip off, boxing day ,
Form:
Rhyme
When I close my eyes you come crawling
stirring up my soul
diving in my dreams
delving thru my seams
Flutter my butterfly with vestigial wings
let me chase after you
where the catail do sing
Fly over hilltops seduced by the sea
slip off to the sunshine
and visions of me
Enter my pasture where waters run deep
place your wings upon my shoulders
and let yesterday's sleep
Categories:
slip off, butterfly, love,
Form:
Free verse
young lovers know that traggic passion blind to failure
blind to everything that doesnt see them togather.
So in early morning passion just befor light.
they slip off togather dreams and hope taken along
for the ride.
long brown chessnut colored hair flowing out the window
along with are dreams.
A fence post marker the road togther holds
a certin magic it seems.
Love made from state to state
the waterfall to which we did race
skinny dippin togather by that old forgoten place
Your naked beauty etched within my mind along with
the hapinees reflected from your face.
Broke down in blue springs Missouri.
Now i dont question why your eyes
were overcast with worry.
Apart the nightmare cant erase thoose nights spent
laying in blissful silence your head apon my chest.
Memories depend apon your view.
I 'll just kiss the that jasmine scented southern
breeze for the rest.
My darlin I ask fingers interlocked
with time my heart what shall be
are plan.
A tear touches that vision of a face.
As you recall the memories of when togather we
ran.
Inspired by a dream about the other half of my heart.
Categories:
slip off, adventure, introspection, life, love,
Form:
My Heart Gets A Call
Sometimes, when troubles find me
even now that I am grown.
I slip off somewhere by myself.
I need to be alone.
Sometimes my restless spirit
is just in need of sleep.
Still there are some other times
when my soul starts to weep.
It's not for my self pity
often not for me at all.
Sometimes sadness in the wind
just gives my heart a call.
I'll stand among the shadows
or look up at the sky.
Think of all the broken hearts
then I'll start to cry.
It may not help the world go round
it may not help at all.
It's just what I got to do
when my heart get's a call.
Soon I find my smile again
in spite of unforgotten pain.
Then my soul starts dancing.
Dancing in the rain.
Edwin C Hofert
Categories:
slip off, bereavement, betrayal, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Rhyme
...dedicated to Juvie
We are in each other's arms, and dancing...
the lights are low, and the music is soft.
You perfume is so delicate, like a fresh
spring rain. We are cheek to cheek,
and in another world. A man tries to
butt in, and I shoo him away... no way
is anyone taking my girl away from me.
We take our seats, as I pull your chair
out for you. You say you have to go to
the ladies' room to freshen up, but you
look fine to me... a princess with her prince.
We dance some more, and I steal a kiss.
In your black cocktail dress you are by far
the loveliest woman there. The chandeliers
are twinkling in your eyes. "I love you so,"
I gently whisper. "Hold me close!"
We leave early... I open the car door for
you, and make sure you are comfortable.
When we arrive home we rush into the
bedroom. You slip off your dress, and I
get out of my tuxedo. "Scrabble?" you ask.
'Scrabble it is!" I reply. In jeans and
sweatshirts we sit on the living room floor.
You beat me hands down! I ask you if you
want to play again and, sleepily, you say no.
"Let's go to bed and cuddle!" you suggest...
and so we do. The perfect end to a perfect evening.
Categories:
slip off, loveme,
Form:
Narrative
I must confess, I've undressed you, in my mind
Even made love, while thinking of you
The halo you wear round your finger
Ties the binds that I can't undo
He holds your hand
While I want your heart
Our souls feel alone
When we're apart
If loving you's wrong
Why does it feel so right
Slip off your halo tonight
I'm a man who tries to live by the right hand
But temptation, may cause me to burn
My angel's been taken by another
And I'm not sure, which way to turn
My conscious is guilty
Each I love you a ruse
Cause I know they should all be
Directed towards you
Shall we head on a journey
Where we turn out the lights
Slip off your halo tonight
My love, my lust, my want and my trust
All sit here waiting to prove
We've lost a lot of our past
It's time that we can't get back
So slip off your halo tonight
Did you think of me, when you said I do
The same way that I, imagined it's you
We both know how we're living
Maybe someday we might
Slip off our halos tonight
Let's slip, off our halos tonight...
Categories:
slip off, conflict, emotions, feelings, love,
Form:
Lyric
Adagio Delight
Let's saunter slowly, into this sultry, star-blessed night.
Glimmering candle, on a fresh, white tablecloth, new.
We must have that daunting, Pacific Ocean view.
Oh, to dine is heaven with the man I so love.
As a rainbowed blessing from above!
I slip off my woven sandals, you do, too!
Our tanned feet sensually caressing.
Whilst we eat chicken, Cordon Bleu.
Mon. Dieux!
But, I, famished for your body, to be close to you.
My flaming addiction, which has no end.
That immortal discovering one June night,
We were far more than just good friends!
Most fiery, primive passions blossomed.
In our own, unique, personal love-fashions!
Come, let's discover love's force-field.
That continent and soul of each other.
In summers' star kissed moonlight!
Our homage to a lovers', Adagio Delight!
August 18, 2020
7:30 pm PST
Categories:
slip off, beautiful, emotions, feelings, lust,
Form:
Free verse
You walk at night,
No fear, no worry.
Darkness shows your might,
It's first glance I've to hurry.
You drink and smoke and chill and freak!
To my interests is none of those.
For texting a mate, I need to sneak,
Then for all the rest, once think of my woes!
How lucky I was! My dad didn't compel me die.
Yes there is a cause, I dream to reach the sky!
But you couldn't see me smile,
Harass me and torment.
Merely to show off your style,
Your deeds were wild and blatant!
Wasn't your mom alive? To teach you to respect me
Was your sister hidden in the hive? Her pains you couldn't see!
But now that time's far gone,
My power has reached the zenith!
Your worthless progressions I scorn,
Just read my vision beneath!
Until now I was all alone,
Today the whole world's at my back.
Along the current of dominance I've flown,
Against the flow now I pack!
My love remains the same,
And so does all my care.
But its no more your dirty game,
To me you won't ever scare!
Respect is not something that I now demand,
I know this world is mine.
Respect is something that now I command,
Better get it all through your spine!
I make this world a better place yo live.
And so do the rest of the women.
To universe, hope and existence we give,
Will keep on forever and ever and ever again.
I'll wear what I want,
Step out without a daunt.
Meet and hang with whom I desire,
For as long as I aspire.
I know my boundaries very well,
Won't slip off, needless to tell.
Shall do all, that does a man.
Dare you doubt if I can.
Yes!Yes I'm proud to be a woman!
Because only I can bring up a daughter and son.
Now no one can stop me from filling my life with all the existing hues,
Because from now its "My life, My rules!!"
Categories:
slip off, cheer up, courage, rights,
Form:
Personification
There was once was a lady from town
Who wore a halo like a crown
Told her daughter-in-law
Dresses should wear like squaw
Wore one to work and naked frowned
The loom grabbed her dress and wham bam
Naked from the waist down~life in jam
Supervisor gave coat
Took her home and I quote
"I put my blue jeans on grand slam"
My mother was a very stern believer that women should wear dresses..
My brother married late in life and his wife worked in the weaving department..
She did a job called filling batteries..She had to walk between the looms to do
her job..They had suggested to the women that they should wear tight fitting
pants or blue jeans..To please my mother she made her a new dress and wore
it to work..First thing, it got caught..It ripped it and her slip off..She was left
standing naked ..
Sponsor: Black Eyed Susan
Contest: Any New Limerick
Categories:
slip off, funny, sin, work,
Form:
Limerick
Lassie, the golden retriever was
a beautiful dog with a rich, shaggy coat,
and two gorgeous brown eyes;
thirty long years have passed,
and that name still echoes with hurt:
remembering the fun times we had!
Deep into the back-woods, a kind of wilderness,
she would ran off and sometimes get lost;
I'd call her and she would answer with a bark...
Lassie found a strayed puppy who needed milk,
and right there she fed him with her motherly tenderness:
how cute was the hungry puppy suckling without haste!
Lassie, lovable, Lassie slip off the leash and run off to chase
after the timid and slender squirrels that love to climb
in the dogwood tree, which I planted four decades ago!
Lassie, adorable, Lassie lead me to the narrow and dusty lane,
where we both find a fragrant apple tree,very green but low...
to rest in its soothing shade as summer delights us with its sound!
Dogs have short lives, mine seems very long, and I immensely regret
to have taken you to the animal shelter by those dark rail-road tracks...
by whisking you away in a bright-yellow cab,
so that they could find you the nicest place to stay...
because the land-lady, with a German accent, stated," No pets allowed!"
And that happened when I moved to a small apartment in Ozone Park by mid-May!
Lassie, faithful and loving dog, your pictures proudly hang
on every wall, refusing to let that memory vanish from inside,
always cherishing the sweetness of you: my most loyal friend;
and I still can remember those younger days as dashing as sunlight!
Come, Lassie...let me snuggle you and make believe yesterday never came;
I would rather recall the happy past...than constantly linger on blame!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
slip off, childhood, forgiveness, pets, sadme,
Form:
Sestina
On lonely paths I often roam
Through meadows and over hills
Like a gypsy cloud 'neath a blue sky dome
And through a field of countless daffodils
I stop to watch this field of gold
As they sway lithely in the breeze
Then I move on as new paths unfold
Heading home through a maze of trees
And in quite moments my thoughts would drift
To that resplendent field of daffodils
To my weary soul they give a lift
This treasure trove of golden thrills
Those daffodils in my mind do gleam
As I slip off in a cloud of dreams
Contest: Prose vs Poetry and the classics
Rewrite of William Wordsworth poem: - "I Wandered Lonely as a cloud"
Categories:
slip off, nature, daffodils,
Form:
Sonnet
Alltsaigh - The Scotch Highlands
I made a pact with you near water's edge:
Before the campers came,
I would remove The drawings on the hostel's kitchen walls
In which you are a few sad and patient tires
Half in some blued-out lake with dragon face,
So patently fading to public white.
You said you would never come back up
To startle us again or find disgrace…
So you said going black under blue;
I knew you would be back.
Sailing these spindrift waters
Diving the bone-deep depths and taunting us
Across the waves with your rippling spines,
And flair for bumbling melodrama.
Therefore, I have kept my watch
And evenings, a blue sword in darkness,
I look downward and slip off into the night
--Published Sketchbook
Categories:
slip off, analogy, betrayal, water,
Form:
Free verse