Short Slipping Poems

Short Slipping Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Slipping by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Slipping by length and keyword.


Winter Scene To Be Seen

Sliding down the slope,
Looking like a dope,
Slipping through the trees,
Skidding on my knees,
Wish I'd worn my skis.
Form: Couplet


Rainy Day Fun

Rain dripping, dropping down
Water splashing, muddy ground
We're slipping, sloshing round
Rain dripping, dropping down
© Jim Musser  Create an image from this poem.

I Think It Is Today

Watch the edges of my memories
curl slipping out of focus
The abyss slowly erodes
staring at my ethereal hand
it goes

Sunlight Drool

Blade of grass
bent in half
by ball of slipping
sunlight drool
never to
recoil
genuflect immoral
internally immortal

Gone

Depth, deep
     low
below
Nothing to grasp
  slipping
     down
low
Not a gleam,
 the world is 
Dirty and Unclean
Form:


Premium Member Serpent

Slipping through the cracks
Seeping into the underground
Slithering through tunnels 
Cyclical inconvenience resurfaces

Trump Lump of Lard Horn Haiku

Trump Lump of Lard Horn Haiku

Trump sure is old grump;
Broke ankle slipping on stump,
With lard a big lump.

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Slipping Through My Fingers

The moment after I say, 'I'm happy,' I'm not
                                                       ~ Thus thickens the plot
Form: Monoku

Premium Member Alliteration

Scurrying sandalless soldier's
Soles slowly scarred,
Slipping somewhere,
Scattered stone shards,
Shattering soft skull.

Premium Member PLUNGING

Plunging slow-breathing fall, slipping through inner rooms, unlayering what lies just beneath~ deep truth.
Form: Cinquain

Premium Member Winter Woes

An arctic chill crusts my beard

The wind whistles down my back

Slipping on a patch of ice

I think I just broke my crack
Form: Rhyme

Time

Tick tock tinkle time's
slowly slipping softly
away always acting accurately
sounder sough sounds
each eager executed
hour.
© Nina S.  Create an image from this poem.

Despair

In a quiet moment of solitude
I fear my life may be slipping away
I watch as it ebbs on the wind
Leaving this empty shell behind
© Dee Hudson  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Bio

Disappearing Funds

Money slipping
Fast as sand

Where did it go?
Do not know!

Spend, spend, spend some more!
And to lend? Below poverty poor!
Form:

Slipping

Slowly slipping
  around my rose bush
   plump, red tongues
    wet to the ground
  remember the taste
of the high, green stem?

Eager

Time is slipping through our hands

our futures become pasts

Sometimes I wish I was young again

and life wouldn't go so fast

Premium Member Despair, Hope

Despair lonely empty slipping sliding sinking medics doctors friends family helping healing nurturing precious new Hope
Form: Diamante

Berserker

Trial by fire
Heart is game, showing us red
Tunnel visioned aim
Slipping bullets, jumping trains
Can't be stopped unless we're dead
Form: Tanka

Memory Loss

Her mind was slipping away,
further and further everyday.
"Who are you?", She would say.
"Don't you know me?, I'm Ray!"
"I know him!"
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Slipping

When we let life take us on this wild ride 
we let it slip away 
we take things for granted 
seen and unseen 
and miss out on so much

Memories Thorns

Picked before you bloomed 
your loss brings me to my knees 
playbacks run too long 
remembrances felt so strong... 
slipping now into my dreams
Form: Tanka

Sleep

Daylight sparkling
Rushing vehicles
Deadlines looming
Sweating and running.

I love sleep.
Darkly stripping.
Softly slipping.
Deepness, forgetting.

Premium Member Summer's Soft Sorrow

dusk settles lightly, brushing the paling treetops with fading color~ and I feel summer slipping in a way that sighs through me.
Form: Tanka

Tied Hands

unable to grasp
 get ahold of things
 often slipping thru
 falling
 a one time chance
 quick, catch hold
 losing grip
 tumbles further
 shatters below
Form: Verse

Sipping, Not Slipping

Sipping, Not Slipping

Squirrelly little thief,
Thought the Hummingbird feeder
Dear, was clearly his.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 6, 2009
Form: Haiku

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