Long Slip through the fingers Poems

It was always hard to understand you, like a maze without an exit and without meaning,
Your problems always flooded me, a continuous and relentless wave,
Day by day a new challenge, a chaos in which I...

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b  a  n  g   b  a  n  g!
I couldn't believe I just fired some shots
there she laid...
    belly up
   counting the dust
dead...

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When love leaves,
it isn’t a soft rain—it’s a thunderclap,
splitting the sky,
leaving you standing in the middle of a field
with nothing but the echo of what should have been.
You become the broken branch,
quivering in the storm,
a...

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She is fire
Raging red and hot through all that surrounds her.
She entices you, drawing you in,
Like a moth to her flame,
Just to singe your wings.
She does not discriminate,
Nobody is safe from her unyielding heat.
She promises...

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In a world of broken mirrors and half-forgotten dreams,
The elites weave webs of augmented unrealities, keeping souls captive.
In the vast labyrinth of the internet, fragments of truth mix
With delicate lies, like butterflies trapped in the...

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#I'm_not_perfect_but_I'm_worth_it
I'm not perfect but I'm worth it, I'm working on it, I go up, I go down,  through your eyes, I see my picture, your soul perfected, believe you me, I'm trying to fit...

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But there’s still his hands in the way… hovering over my eyes… Not allowing me to see what he sees. There’s all these thorns protecting that wild flower peeling in this isolated bush where I’ve...

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Tearing a poem in two, ripping a part an entire idea
insanity or ingenious, unthinkable or approved, forbidden
who knows
One important question: is traitor now the title I bear
a traitor to myself, betrayer to everything I stand...

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 Dialog of 2 poets:
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1. Lonely Soul
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Between heaven and earth,

between summer and winter,

Lonely Soul rushed,

rustling her wings.

Up to the stars,

again downward

from eave to eave,

from window to window

and again, she is in flight.

The fires burn somewhere;

somewhere...

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To know you're destined to write poetry, I think a poet needs to find a meaning to his or her own life in everything they see, read or hear. Be it simply opinion, or great...

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I know that there is no life without love; 
Only a brutal half-life, shadowed, a ghost of an existence 
And I know that there is no love without life 
And I know, too, that without...

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My StorAs I sit here lonely,
I realize how much he meant to me,
I took advantage of the love he gave me,
Until he abandoned me.
Now I realize what I had,
And what I left slip through my...

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Once soul mates, 
                the world was their oyster;
           ...

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I guess I always knew
That it was too good to be true
That I never really had you in my hand
Just a filler, a time killer
Just a soft place you could land
Not the girl that you’d...

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Finally, she could get down on her knees again, not in prayer but to touch rosemary and lavender which had begun to send its fragrance into the spring and rising warmth in nature’s heart. There...

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I hate to hear your silent voice,  
a whisper caught in the hollow of my chest,  
where echoes of unspoken words linger,  
like shadows dancing in the fading light.  
I hate...

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Ramblin' Bob Dylan Blues
(For Bob Dylan)



Why does the sun dry up so many scattered tears

slipping down the coarse cheek of a million hushed fears

where no one is scalded though the searing fog clears

while prayers are...

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I’m 15,  
young,  
but they keep telling me the future’s already here—  
whirring, buzzing, clicking.  
Machines thinking faster than us,  
AI, robots, tech everywhere,  
and I—  
I hate...

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Nobody knows what tomorrow will bring
Could be sunshine, could be rain
Could be pleasure, could be pain
But you got to have faith over fear
Even in your darkest hours and
Drowning in your own tears, keep the
Faith, faith...

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I just hope time doesn’t hate me too, doesn’t judge me for the moments wasted,
I never meant to waste the seconds, to let them slip through my fingers,
I swear, I didn’t want to, but I...

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Ode to Sappho

Do you ever wonder that which you seek for might not exist?
That only in your sweetest dreams you will find at most small glimpses of it.
Your wildest thoughts are only vapory figures that...

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People don't always come along the path of the heart for eternity,
To stamp their seal upon your soul, to inscribe their name on the floor of your pain.
We can't always tell them apart as flourishing...

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Verse 1
I would love to be your comfort
A blanket when you're confused
A bright song on every dark day
Warmth and hope you cannot lose

To be the canopy to cover you
When life’s storms come your way
I can...

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I’m sick and tired of the violence that conspired through the time when I was 
young. Just a little girl, may have been not too bright, nevertheless still not dumb. 
Looking back on the times,...

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I have sat and contemplated, entire galaxies of thoughts have enveloped my being,
And maybe it is time for me to withdraw, to whisper in the evening's hush: "Let me slip through your fingers."
Too much have...

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