Short Slip Up Poems
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Focus each step and watch your love grow. You'll be there in time,now don't get to low.
You'll slip up & fall down. But keep your head high. The straighter you are, the faster you'll fly.
A misstep detected
His image affected
PR staff directed
Positive spin injected
The slip-up rejected
An opponent suspected
To torture subjected
The slander corrected
Unanimously, as expected
The President re-elected
Foul play unsuspected
Threat now deflected
Crappy, crepey skin
What a shape I'm in
Is it inherited though
Watch out daughters for
The warning signs or
It will slip up on you so
Fast as speeding car
Superman by far
Get on it keep it at bay
Whom am I kidding
There is no ridding
Age comes and steals youth away
Last Night I Ran Away
I Wish I Could Say Here Id Stay
Not Here
But Stay Away
From War
From Home
But No
No, They'll Make Me Go Back
No, I Dont Want To Do That
I Didnt Slip Up
Last Night I Didnt Cut
I Took The Second Choice
Not To Stay, But Run Away
Not To Die
But Take A Hike
I Wish I Could Stay Away
But Of Course I Must Go Back
Sometime Today
Form:
Lucille bought herself a three-wheeled trike
Better for her than a two-wheel bike
Her age was catching up
When she had a slip-up
Running over a three-year-old tyke.
Police charged Lucille with manslaughter
With no jail time, thanks to her daughter
Quashing spectacles,
No more vehicles
And keeping off the police blotter.
Written July 17, 2022
Why her of all people? Why'd I have to fall in love with her?
I'm losing my mind and it's not a figure of speech.
Tell me the truth, no tell me the lie do you love me too?
I'm under a different kind of pressure 'cause it looks like I'm falling deeper with you.
Was there a slip-up in life when I saw you two?
I hope you can understand that I'm just being me when I say, "I love you."
Hot raptor breath
Push goosebumps to life
On the golden-honey flesh
Of a most desired sight.
Deeply tanned and rubenesque,
Unsheathed, scented shoulders.
Arms that distill without cause to beckon
The wills of the penile-brained knights.
Wallow in her moist pink flower.
Defend with your armor that nymphet tower.
But beware, Dear Sir, should your eye slip up
Two orbs of Venus power.
self disgust
and disappointment
for the slip-up
but I need to know
what cheapens intimacy
devaluing myself
devalues anyone
with whom I
would share something
valuable
it's why
I'm detoxing from
all these dopamine pumps
and anesthestics
(gambling and alcohol)
how could online "intimacy"
not be included in
the mix that
keeps me from
feeling
all must go
until this backlog
can be managed
COPLA VEINTISEIS : This Bad Guy World
Yet there’s one more explanation
Psychopaths make the best businessmen
All in the genes
Way the chips spin into motion
Bad Guys can blame it on semen
And spill the beans
Watch the Bad Guy twist turn and split
Most convenient it’s to slip up
In short play sick
His role’s to get Good Guys to quit
So this rotting world will blow up
Till all fall sick
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
One small choice can change the future.
One small heartbreak can eliminate you from the world.
One little conversation can change your every belief.
One little secret can stop your world from unfolding.
One little accident can create a life full of misery.
One little slip up can create a lifetime of shame.
One small wrong movement can eliminate you from the game.
Something very little can affect everything.
So why carelessly choose your path?
Form:
Through her filmy eyes,
scanning the daylight hues,
wary of what lies in wait around the corner
or what might slip up behind a lean back.
The icy freeze that racks her body
down below weakened spine,
causes her to search frantically
for unseen glow in the faces around ;
while she struggles to remember
exactly where home inhabits
a vision leaving the clarity of her mind.
Contest Hosted by Brian Strand
6 Jan 2019
There are times when you’re distracted
And you even can forget
To take care of business; maybe
It’s not happened to you yet.
But in time, it’s bound to happen
And perhaps you’ll be dismayed
For you’ll realize that a slip-up
Is the price that you have paid.
Some distractions may cause damage;
Others only aggravate.
If you’re lucky, you’ll recover
And can set the matter straight.
*I rarely miss a day of posting a poem.
I did yesterday...
Your sweet face always aglow
Is it for real or is it just a show
A small slip up or an unfolding mistake
this feeling of mine, I cant seem to shake
You feed me one of your compulsory lines
that I haven't believed the last dozen times
is deceit and lies all your bringing?
Because your words have alarm bells ringing
I don't mean to just presume
Your words are lies I just assume
a pretty voice designed to sooth
seems to me your just talking smooth
He said “my”
Just tossed it casually into his sentence
He said “my”
Like mine and all that could have been implied
Like there's a “we”
A you and me
With nothing in between
And I'm wondering
Did he mean it?
Did you mean it?
I think it's
A Freudian slip
Slip up I'm
Reading too much into
I think you don't know
What you may be getting into
I'm too
Hopeful for a me and you
A we
A “my”
To be
A “yours”
I think
I'll just wait for another
Freudian slip
Slip up
I can't ignore