Best Slipping Poems

I call to mind our nights till dawn
Watching the sunrise
Beautiful was that ocean of gold sky
We looked into each others eyes with love

Our future was a lovely rose unfolding
We had many wonderful dreams
Our life's had no shadows just open roads
And in dreams you exist

So sad
This...

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Do not lose hope;  I’m coming home to you.
although you’re far away, I swear I hear
the desperation in your song so blue.
And in the dark, I see your face appear.

It’s just as if I’d never left your side.
Do not lose hope; I’m coming home...

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I see your face 
in the car passing by
But you are gone 
before I can stare at it.
I hear your voice 
in the middle of a crowd
But it blends in 
before I can place it.
I taste your lips 
on mine
But the taste is gone 
before...

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It seems like you're losing your touch
Others might even see it,
and wouldn't think much

But I know better,
better than most
I saw your hand trembling
holding the knife,
when you were spreading jam on your toast

That's bad, real bad for you
And it sure ain't good for me
I'm the target...

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I feel it every day
 parts of me slipping away.
For a moment in passing
 all of me once seemed immortal and everlasting
but now, fading like storm-threatened gray clouds
 part of my mind slows through the oppressive crowds.
I dare not speak
 keeping my secret hidden and...

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>center>Sadly I sensed his heart slipping away.
Head on my pillow,
I dwelled in a dreamscape of denial,
muffling all thoughts of losing him
until I woke in my bed alone.

Draping across my shoulders
the old sweater he’d left behind,
his scent provided comfort.
But then I paused and realized
I was still...

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Where has it gone
Those lazy days of sunshine
Making the flowers excel in their presence
What has happened, where did it go.

It's alright, just a seasonal change
The calendar is slipping towards Autumn
Soon we will have those shivering, wet days
Some sunlight, to begin with then
with the shortening days,...

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Sanity Slipping
          by Odin Roark

For today,
There is but a subliminal haze.

Soon…

They’ll realize spring as summer,
An impatient today
Rapidly becoming tomorrow’s scorched yesterday.

They’ll remind themselves
Of gardens once blooming,
Now dust bowls of wind-driven regret,
Shrouding what’s left
Behind nature’s pawn shop...

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I can feel
you slipping away
into the chaotic world 
you are surrounded by instability
dyeing your character in grey matter
which shows in the inconsistency
one idea popping in, another image popping up
a long winding path with slopes and potholes

I can feel
you (almost) giving up
through countless disappointments
you are let...

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C antankerous and chimerical - comingle with my childlike charms.
 A morous and antagonistic - angel wings melt within my arms.
  N urturing and nostalgic - as I cradle one's frangible needs.
   C aress my curvaceous chasms - when shared confusion slowly...

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moments fray and shred  
          tomorrow folds today; time’s teeth – rounded 
                memories meld a transcendent balm  
...

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Anxious and afraid I’ll run out of time
Betrayed so by illusions I held dear
Concerned with life’s approaching finish line
Disappointed deeply with my shortcomings
Envious secretly of other’s accomplishments
Forgiving towards myself never been my forte
Guilt I can’t manage with a mere 24-hour day
Helpless feelings linger and are...

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The first days of the much-awaited spring
Arrive on time along with birds and flowers.
Then come the balmy days of May and June
When love and laughter fill the warming hours.
I watch the hot July days slide away,
See summer slipping down the calendar.
The sun will shine in...

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I slipped on a teardrop and landed
deep in the well of a dream
I cannot remember what brought me here
but I know that I've been here before

Beyond the iron gate, alone
I read your name, through tall weeds, grown
A vigil, where the mossy stones
cleave to the breast...

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I brave the winds to await summer
And long for days when love duly appears,
Long enough till daylights erupt
Into a sizzle of wistful rendezvous--
While along the pier, a boat-ship far
Moves through me with warm delight.
Preparing the foil of roses fresh,
My hand trembles as the sail nears
That...

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