Best Slow Poems

Walking past each other and just by chance
My heart skips a beat and my knees turn weak
Your eyes lock with mine in a fleeting glance
In a ricochet of emotion I just cannot speak 

Our time cut short on that exotic island resort
Mutual attraction that grew,...

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I want to 
I really  do
I want to walk the walk
But I have a limp
Hobbled by all the things I think
There seems to be more than one missing link
On the beach of life, I try stepping softly but still I sink

I want to
I really...

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I'm in me bath here, with a box of red cheer, 
yeah a box of red cheer, beer's too bloody dear.
Me mind's wanderin twixt big **** and riches, 
bein able to scratch at what itches, 
without scratchin the bum out your britches.
 
If they think...

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We drifted not far from shore -
a delicate night with supple air entire,
black and white until patience sent us grays
that rocked with the boat on the slight swells
which gradually reflected the star colors
azure and indigo, carmine and beryl,
sang to us in laurel and rose 
verdant...

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if every breath taken, found
the harmony of yours,
and suddenly paused
- leaving me
breathless,
like
a melody,
tender and slow
- stay in this silence
while our love does overflow,
into a delicate symphony, as 
the composure of us
- becomes soft, sensual 
seductive and
low



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A Passionate Scribble
~ Lingering in Soft and Slow Moments ~...

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As I slow dance with memories ,
haunting dreams of you gently glide through the grand halls of my mind.
Where you held me close in loving arms, their warmth I did find.

Fingertips play my heartstrings as you told me I belong. 
As I slow dance with...

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A Slow Hand, Deep Thoughts And True Pen

Each time I write of my crashed hopes and dreams
mind falls into black-depths, sends cold shivers.
Tempted to falsely praise my misdeeds and schemes
I return to my vow, embracing realm of true givers.

Such leaning towards positive and the good
once...

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Slow hand

Drizzle coats the billboard 
sitting on that desolate stretch of highway
waiting for someone to read
or at least hide behind, parked car, back seat
steamed windows, sighs just above a holler,
a collar unbuttoned,
casual abundance with the radio on
seeking a Clapton tune
as nimble fingers
show the difference between...

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for days unending and hours slow


Where we stand, 
these distant shores
beneath a moonlit canopy,
stardust shimmers gather
on hibiscus tides whispering hello
as long walks take soft turns
leaving destined footprints
on my mind,
wandering lost in coastal desires… 

I think of you,
toes in the sand,
feeling the waves caressing
this island dream,...

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Little as a mountain can be,
near waters calm and an idling breeze.

Inland wheatfields sun on ears,
expanding 45 gallon cans suppressed echoes hear.

Semi's engine drone all day to the railhead clear,
sweat running on flesh like honeyed tears.

Sweet and fetid the elder scent
canvas hats the horizon swimming...

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Corralled Beneath A Slow Sink Of Half-Moons
 { After: Section LXIX of Memoriam by Tennyson}

An angel of soft and wanted touch, 
she delivers, serenity in tow; 
can this sunken vessel proclaim, as much, 
agreeing to lift the pain from my soul! 

Will this humble plea...

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My summer break. . . I’ve slept in late;
I wake to find a yellow glare
of sunshine through my open blinds.
And night of rain has left me heir to lethargy,
 for once I’m dressed,
I barely make it down each stair.
I trudge out to the patio
to lounge...

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Walk everywhere. Go on long sea voyages;
Ask for days like symphonies of slow music,
banks of blue flowers to wrap you in the moment.
Become immersed  in watching clouds
spiders building their webs.
Travel by the slowest modes of transport.
Ride a camel, camp out in the desert.

Move into...

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You are a mild hesitation, generating bold question.
In your bed, under cover, you become a distracted lover.
In your heart of emotion, say -- am I your slightest notion?
A simple walk with you endangers my penciled, perfect view.

With fists, I attempt holding all that uncertainty flies
before...

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Up early and off to school I must go
Full of pep and not too slow,
That was then when I was young
This is now a new age I have begun,
How I hate them as I climb out of bed
Early mornings are for the dead,
Unreasonable I must...

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