Slip By Poems - Poems about Slip By

He slipped away? Or did they take him? Stranger things have happened, have they not? Why do I ask so many questions of myself? Or am I asking questions of him? I could make statements. He went off of his own accord. This is one of his stranger happenings. I have to ask so many questions. So, this could be a question. Or is...

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Time drips drops of sorrow like engine oil. It coats the gears of yesterday's labor, keeping grinding on forward in a regular way, slip, slip sliding away. Tears unbind the spindle of memory’s wheel. Dreams, frozen in candle wax, melt in the sun’s heat, causing memories to slink and drip, slip, slip sliding away. Hands clutch hard,...

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Before a misty morning mirror above a half-filled basin such cold water was I braving simply to lave my face in but the coldest cut of all and it only hurts when I smile I severely slit myself while I was busy shaving but did my frozen fingers fumble or was it just a rusty razor which sorely needs replacement that figured in my defacement as there...

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M-any Y-ears L-ooked A-t F-alling L-eaves O-f R-apid H-ours, E-ven R-emembering E-ach D-ay's E-rased R-ecent O-pportunities ©bfa060125 Monocrostic (Birthday of Mylaflor C. Heredero)...

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Why do we do the things we do of all the everything under the sun why do all those crazy things can’t ever be undone it's beyond belief if it's not one thing it's another between you and me don't know why I bother sometimes we slip stumble and fall trip tumble and fumble the ball that's the way the cookie crumbles why...

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"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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