Slip Poems - Poems about Slip

"The Slip-ins" Why should I continue to write these feathery songs, these blanched banjo tomes, these wilting poésies of a lost little life ever circling like a memory stone thrown across a lake of discontent into the bottom of a dark pond where the sulphar trolls with their attached pilot fish of no kingdom come spin their spindly venomous and childish reasons along...

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I don't leave all at once, but slip away like ink running off old pages, Like a song you swore you'd never forget, until you do. It starts small—your name becomes foreign on my lips, Your messages remain unread, not out of anger, but from a strange helplessness. You don't ask why, maybe you don't notice, or maybe you...

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Old Man Winter now flagging, and slip sliding along... as his stronghold diminishes. Signals, triggers, and ushers kickstarting debut of demure "Flora" who slowly but surely attempts to reveal her true colors in fits and starts, nevertheless, she displays skittishness, when sun kissed "Radiance" (the closest equivalent would be Aglaea from Greek mythology, one of the Charites (Graces) associated with radiant beauty and festive splendor) dearly...

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In a boundless night, I slip through the veils of undefined time, where I glimpsed you as a star lost in an ocean of abyssal dreams, in a silk delirium of shadows dancing ceaselessly, where the golden horizon melts dreams into dawn, like fire melting brass. With hands that have never touched you, I reached out like a bird...

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I have learned to exist in the shadows, to slip through glances, To be invisible in a crowd of faces, a different face for every room, A sweet smile for strangers, a false tenderness for lovers, A deep silence that echoes in my soul, an emptiness I keep only for myself. I have been everything they wanted to see...

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Avoiding earthquakes on sidewalks, hill climbing with blind moles, trekking between heaven and hell. All this while eating an ice-cream cone in a midnight furnace. Lightly we walk a tightrope of visibility, sliding through an ever reborn birth canal. ...

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I feel like my brain is always plotting in secret As though I don't know Like, it has a whiteboard up somewhere in a vortex like corner, where it knows I can't go. Scheduling meetings without sending me an invitation to respond yes or no They take place when my brain thinks I'm not paying attention, but I...

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"The heart was made to be broken." Oscar Wilde, Poet My inspiration is Glenn Hughes and his song called Why Don't You stay...

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The bittersweet days of our spring love slowly slip away, Like a silver river winding under the night sky, They drift gently, like rose petals from a lost dream, And I immerse myself in the memory of nights when we burned with stars in our hearts, The sky spun in a hypnotic dance, we, two infinities lost in light...

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why… how come… the world’s not at peace ~ egos unchecked ...

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Sleep, beloved dreamer, when the shadows slip like serpents through the cracks of time, Why wake when the night is a dark poem, sifted by blind stars, Keep your secret deeply rooted in dreams of black velvet, Let the night be the curtain that hides the hidden wickedness, The storms, oh, those storms within the soul, that birth a...

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My only niece Lonnie created sheer joy for me especially after i gave birth to two daughters Lonnie was indeed the boss of playtime visiting every summer being she was few years older than my girls she was very excited the summer of 1985 i was at least six months pregnant wearing wires buying weapons...

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When did it all slip away, How did the world and life I Remembered simply go Astray? Friends that shared memories with me are now all gone , Leaving me here to sit and wonder why was I left to carry on. Carry on to what and why I do not know, And left me standing here a stranger In a...

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Do not let the dawn, that tirelessly heralds light, slip from your arms, The man who sows fidelity with the thread of time, his honesty clear as crystal. He, who launches flying doves bearing messages of "Good morning" and "Good night," Do not let him flee, for he asks, "How’s your day, how does your heart beat?" Even in...

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i carved on the stream seated on her mossy edge --- monkeys were watching ...

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