Slinks Poems | Examples

In The Colleseum

It doesn't like to be given a name
or a shape to fit within its walls.
It prefers to hide beneath the camouflage 
of noise and sits unmoved by pity, 
stands to lift a downward pointing thumb 
then slinks back into the anonymity of itself 
leaving the dead to dissolve into their own.

What My Inner Voice Told Me Simon Says

My inner voice, is a two-faced bard,
That takes all credit when a win is starred.
But slinks away and hides when the outcome,
Doesn't match what it said, what's to become.

Can I read its doubt in the quiver of its sage?
Or in the mumbled, jumble of its feeble grab to engage?
It can be so assertive when it has brace of winners in the bag.
Who am I, to shun the chance to cheer a winner's brag?

Your inner voice learned to mimic all your plays,
It's like just a ventriloquist in so many ways,
With you pulling the strings for its 'Simon Says' and 'Nays'.
'Tis the script behind the curtain that the prompt obeys.

Simon Says: "Jump", 
Simon Says: "Sit",
"Stand" - Ah Hah!
Gotya! There!

Depression

Beware!  In my Dwelling, a predator
slinks in without Even saying hello -
spirit who Pretends he’s my creditor -
green with greed and Remarkably yellow.
My words have Escaped this parasite-pest,
“You are So unwelcome here, a no-guest,
a remnant Scrap from a life I once led."
You would bleed me white or kill me Instead.
I ban you contender Of aggression,
Begone Now! rid me of this depression.

The Difference a Rhyme Makes

Ominous leaden clouds sink low in the sky overhead.
Tiny sparrows cease to fly and seek shelter instead.
Shadows fade, the sun slinks away and disappears.
The gloomy day only increases all uncertainty and fears.

Everything seems to have turned the colour of ash.
Morose feelings overcome me, as rain falls with a splash.
As I walk along it stains the pure white concrete slab.
As the day darkens, my colourful clothes look drab. 

The ambience that surrounds me is most depressing.
I don a sullen expression. I can’t stop myself stressing.
As the rain subsides, a misty fog draws in like a curtain.
I can’t see the colours of day. I must get home for certain.

Dispirited and glum, I can hardly tell black from white.
The unwelcoming day to my dismay has turned to night.
This empty sadness I feel renders me deeply down cast.
I know I will be OK when I arrive safely home at last.

Along With

Along with 
Rosy afterglow, plump, pads along with the mindscapes. 
Murky metaphor, skinny, along with the maker escapes.
Thin petals,sheded, along with the wind swirl and churn. 
Thick ink, spilt, slinks and slides along with the concern.

Dawning

No greater gift do I have than me.
To give all that I be, weakness and steel,
Handed unafraid, exuberantly tossed,
Into union where none became one.
~~
Innocence dares not question
The mating, as fear slinks away, premonitions abound.
Requited concubine hybrid, happiness,
Relishes its renewed tug-o-war with joy.
~~
To the birth. Beyond life.
Gossamer emotions cancel idiot notions
Categorizing songs as just notations,
Crimson rosebuds as just flora.
~~
Unscheduled, my realm shatters it’s cocoon.
Aromas from nascent recipes
Tease ravishing appetites that crave a tasting
Of essences sneering at mere existence.
~~
Forming a queue, foaming at the prospect,
Of satiating hungers awakening from
Pre-eternal shackled hibernations.
And at first bite…
~~
The soul’s pre-natal starvation
Is erased by eucharistic intimacy
Of the infant us.
“Mornin’, Eve…”
~~~~~~~~~
(dawning)

Fickle Instant Osmosis

Ephemeral eternity — covers osmosis pinnacles
In a loving natural roots, nostalgia never fails
Welcomed. . .we wander — and cry
It slinks slackly not dwelling in the gloom. . .

Gestalt therapy in sepia tones offers an odd view,
Instant mete hourglass, scythe, magic mind wing
Proper, shining ruined glass before filters and pixels,

Cracks reveal truth, and hazy images evoke memory;   
Digitally altered shots provide unadorned faces, 

Silver stones — crumble under soggy streams
Love consists of endless childhood dreams,

We whirl, win, wildly in a whirlwind
Instants creep slowly — yielding assets to discard
Time lingers while instances ripple vastly.
 
It unfolds and emits a sticky—spirited symphony 
Transitional winds blew as we breathed and linked
Instants ticked slowly but rose quickly.

Glide into golden heat of the calm night hour
Ashes rise on a summer's sigh in the breezy sky
Soaring over the willows, peacefully fly.

Catty Natured

You know how a cat is? The way it awakes,
how its eyes open, for a moment
not seeing anything,
how it blinks slowly
eyelids washing a mind
of anything but satisfaction.

Legs stiffen, stretching out,
paws opening and closing
as it arches its back.

Lithe sinews ripple under a velvet pelt,
its whole body a rubber band of pleasure.

I used to wake like that - almost.

This sleek, self-absorbed feline
who owes me at least
some cursory acknowledgment,
just slinks away without a glance
as I struggle to disentangle
my creaking form from jumbled bed covers.

It has prowled through the cat flap
probably stalking garden sparrows by now.
I make coffee
once more vowing to get myself a dog -

an old one.

Chilly Hours

In the chilly hours of the graying gloaming,
silent shivers rise from the estuary.
Just before the waves churn in frothy foaming,
Goddess Moon approaches Her adversary.
Sun slinks away at Her approaching homing,
slowly shedding His cloak as Luminary.
She reigns all through the darkened and leaden night
until stubborn Sun returns, anew and bright.

The Wicked Wizard of the West

The Wizard went place to place 
In the shadows for disguise 
A wicked smile on his face 
And manic prism eyes

A crooked hat on his head 
And a serpent for a staff
The master of fear and dread
With a wicked little laugh

In a dark forest he resides
Neath the mountains in the West
On a lightening bolt he rides
Raining chaos on his quest

Casting spells on all he meets 
Left so helpless in a trance 
He slinks away down the streets
With a wicked little dance

Then rides that bolt of lightning 
Across the blood-red skies
A ghastly sight so frightening 
Those manic prism eyes

Regal Reign

A subtle shift in the shadows of sunset
exposes the splendid Moon as She rises.
Just as a cunning gambler hedges his bet
She shines Her best displaying Her surprises.
She slinks across the restless sky, a coquette,
limning traits of the goddess She comprises.
During Her reign over the darkening night
Her regal demeanor dispels the day's light.

Nothing

She smells like nothing 
To the whole world 
Tattered dress ripped leggings 
Pigtails on the sad girl 
No one sees her face
She slinks around 
All hopes and dreams 
Shattered no fortunes found
Onlookers judge her dirty clothes 
Unrecognizable the sweet 
Child of nobody and no one
Raised in the street
She smells like nothing
To the whole world

Demon of The Shadows

Demon of The Shadows
In darkness looms a shadowy figure, 
A demon theif of joy and delight,
It slinks behind our backs and whispers sinister word, 
Bidding us to see through its eyeholes instead.
As we stumble through life's labyrinth,
Chasing after dreams that seem too far, 
This creatures creeps, growing bolder, darker, 
Until our would becomes an endless night.

A Dew Drooping Dawn

A reluctant dawn
predicts a heel dragging day.

The sun slinks away from the sky
with dawn cast eyes.

Pond ducks swim slow,
as amnesia paddles them
in nowhere circles.

Lead tinted tears,
plop from stiff trees,
or hang as chill,
metallic drops of
melting air.

Some early hours
must drip-dry
all over your eyes
creating a lip-heavy
sag,

until someone
you don't like the look of,
shouts:
"Good morning,"

Sea Pebbles

Gardens of sea pebbles
glistening 'neath the moon,
shining their finest glow,
ride the tide as it slinks
away in ebbing flow.

Gardens of sea pebbles,
bright with seafloor colors,
mingle with calm sea life
that hug nocturnal shores
beside Poseidon's wife.

Gardens of sea pebbles
bead chains of jewelry
sparkling with waning waves
that cleanses their design
in gems that garner raves.

Gardens of sea pebbles
vibrant as the youthful
Goddess Aphrodite.
Exquisite adornments
gifted by Amphitrite.

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