Best Slipped Through Your Fingers Poems

Wake up every morning, 
Knowing it will be the same;
Feel an endless longing, 
Inside a rage that can't be tamed.
Haunted in my thinking, 
I let my big chance pass;
And with it all believing, 
That my song would always last.

Invited to 'The Boot' to hear a...

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Santas little helpers were busy having fun
Wrapping and labelling the presents ready for the Xmas run

The reindeer had their coats washed smelt of lavender and things
The sleigh had been revarnished was now bright and glowing.

The reigns were now polished as a surprise for Santa Claus
So...

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Time slipped through my fingers

along with his worn out sweatshirt.

Hundred sunsets followed

the celebrations of my despair .

But not tonight         Tonight I am ignorant

to all that is sensible.

Not another second will be spared .

Tonight  I seek him...

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The years have drug on
since you died.
I wish I could still remember
the sounds of your voice,
the memories of that died years ago.
You're "fill in" came into my life
seven years before your abrupt exit.
I'm thankful he's stayed.
I still ask myself why though...
Why you couldn't find the...

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Silently, she lies there listening to sirens off in the distance, 
On the bed where they just recently enjoyed each other’s passion.
The neighborhood dogs, barking at the noise in the night, are taken inside by their owners.
Tears streak down her cheeks knowing that never again...

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She's quite an intellect 
A beauty skinned in fair reasoning
Clothed in fumes of rationalism 
Her eyes were made up with eyeliners of 'what's your next plan'...
Her face was polished by the sixth sense
At least, so she thought
She spoke eloquently to me
Stole the show in my...

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There was a moment when
I knew.  
I knew when you played me 
The Proclaimers.
When you woke in terror, 
pacing and pale,
I knew.
When I fell asleep, and felt 
your hand on mine, 
I knew.
It was when I saw your pain, and
saw your heart begin to...

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When the sands of time
challenged its reality,
love slipped through your fingers.
And yet, memories still conjure a smile
recalling those magic moments
you stored within your heart,
as you try to analyze the insanity of it all.
But love cannot bloom in yesterday's shadows,
only in tomorrow's dawning light.
Your heart grows...

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Waves of nausea crash against my splintering ribcage,
stomach churning, bile burning through esophageal walls.
Choking on paranoia-fueled delirium,
self-inflicted wounds etched upon a fragile psyche,
all while I try to hold on to some semblance of my humanity.
Push and pull, breaking down walls,
then building them back up, reinforced.
Love...

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~ Tears streaming down ~

  
   I reached out to a star
      pulled it into my hand
   It slipped through my fingers
      into Time's sands

   Where it twinkled...

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Life has become an amorphous mass,
Sans shape, sans structure.
And my mind is in total discombobulation.
I feel I am like a scrap yard.
My world has lost its tint and throb.
Defeated and decimated,
I long for an about-turn,
To reach back from whence I started
To get out of this...

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Poetry Musings at Sundown



                      Where did this day go?
               ...

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Feelings, I thought genuine,
were a concoction of lies.
And the memories we've shared
often bring tears to my eyes.

You easily deceived me;
allowing my hopes to climb.
Yet, love slipped through my fingers
like the shifting sands of time.

Your betrayal converted
my elation into pain.
For your empty promises
let me down, yet...

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You slipped between my fingers 
Sifted through my hands
Swept up just like gusts of wind
Blow away the sand
You tried to ride the currents
Brave the crashing tides
Fight the vicious undertow
That dragged you down inside
But the struggle made you tired
Too fragile, limp and weak
It finally pulled you...

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Planting the garden with all love and kindness
I kneel and bow my head in quiet contemplation
Reflecting on life passed, 
already slipped through my fingers
Of times my soil was not tendered by such kindred hand
When minutes were short 
and hours so fully crammed with business
I'd simply...

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