Quicksand Poems - Poems about Quicksand

Quicksand, happy to sad. Mad morass of the mind. Looped labyrinth of wavy lines, no end....

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Now that you're gone, Forever and forsakenly gone, Now that I believe in you more than mine, Trust that my voice is your heart's shrine! I did not visit any Neverland, You and I were dust in the quicksand. You and I were both guests in this colossal homeland, We didn't want to be perpetually unplanned. Sometimes I feel I should talk to...

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Each day we wake up with grace We know not how the day will end We walk by death time and time again Unaware of our feet in quick sand Some of us slowly sink in Unaware we don’t fret or worry Some of us are acutely conscious That we sink and move in various ways Perhaps quickening deaths grip Perhaps...

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Like sands of thought, a whirlpool's dizzy spins and holes of black, where not a prayer escapes, the gravity ~ temptation's lurid sins, while empty vacuums fill and chaste guilt drapes. While strung...there draws a bow that sheds a tear on sweet vibrato's last remembered breath, now echoes in the breast that held you near and haunting dreams that can't accept your...

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"'If I'm the world's biggest failure Does that make me a success?'' -Peter Dome. Life is a series of stepping stones A challenge we have to face Each every day We try to keep our balance Winds may blow us over We either make it or we fall Obstacles may get in our way Sometimes we don't make it at all Many try to...

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with each word I say to you I feel myself being taken down by the undertow below the boggy mire as I struggled to say just the right thing I find myself sinking trapped knowing inevitably I'm helpless as each word provides more of a struggle into the quicksand of our broken love ©SamHarty...

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A little tidbit Before you arrive in the rainforest if you get lost and fall into quicksand do not panic calmly lean back into a back float position slowly move your feet circularly without panic! you might be able to free yourself if you stay calm if not, you might slide under the quicksand as if you are the inside of a taco luckily you will be too...

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I'm sinking in the sands of time Nothing I do can save me The more hills I try to climb The closer to death I'll be I stand and reach for the sky To face the lightning and thunder But life will soon pass me by I feel myself going under...

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Trying to find hope in a quicksand world is hard when hope is like the clouds above; looked towards but never touched; as much as we must want. And the sands of this world feel like tiny hungry hands feeding a patient mouth; fists over tiny fists they pull in what is left of us....

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eyes gently dreaming eclipse parable parades our moments in love...

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My brain is hung to dry Which leaves but one option. To make conversation with a bottle Or perhaps just a monologue. The words echo from the glass And I nod my head in confirmation. I seem to have made a friend In a room with just one chair....

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Damn, this heart on my sleeve Causes trouble with you every time I get sucked in deep Familiar tears, I weep No matter how many times I try This time, I'll dodge the sinkhole Knowing full well, that's not who I am Further and further, I go Till you you’ve swallowed me whole Drowning me in emotional quicksand...

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how did i even get here through what maze or what enchantment now caught in quicksand surely to be swallowed whole sinking to a certain death yet still... the words simply will not rise though they may be my only salvation my heart in my throat up against its door heavily bolted no sound comes no cry for help as if suspended in virtual animation slowly sinking down down to my death must i drown in this dreadful sea...

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--- Link to recorded song https://bit.ly/37Mymim Verse 1: It hasn't been an easy life, I've been through the mill, ground to a fine grey powder blown from a sill. Verse 2: But my spirit keeps on growin' Though my flesh is dust; the gold keeps right on glowin' while the iron turns to rust. Verse 3: And if there’s a lesson To learn from the things I've...

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Sometimes life can seem like quicksand. Without the band. It is a journey unplanned. Uncharted the road Struggling without direction. Loses all protection. It plummets one in deep reflection. Down to the bottom. From decades ago a hand reaches out. Help is there no doubt. Hope inspires your joy to shout. Love rescues! Tail-Rythme poetry contest Sponsored by Emile Piney 8/15/20:$...

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