Quicksand Poems - Poems about Quicksand

Quicksand Hope

Quicksand hope hollow inside,
deranged dreams subside.
Shaky footsteps falter,
hourglass sands capture. 
Life loses the prop.

Quicksand

It's hard-
when everyone assumes
that you're okay.
When you're not-
you never have been.

You say what they want to hear,
even when it's a lie.
Because you're afraid
of what they might think.

Whatever you think that might be-
you're wrong.
Trust me.
I've been there.
And if they do think like that,
know this:
they don't deserve someone
as good as
you.

Every time you repeat that phrase-
I'm okay,
you sink

Quicksand

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

Quicksand

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

Death Dance

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

The Quicksand of Thought

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

Lifes Hurdles In Our Minds

"'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

Quicksand

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

How To Maybe Get Out of Quicksand

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

Quicksand

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

Quicksand

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.

Quicksand

eyes gently dreaming
eclipse parable parades
our moments in love

Quicksand

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.

Quicksand

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

Chambers of Quicksand

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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