Slip Up Poems - Poems about Slip Up

Alice Can't Slip Through the Wormhole

It's been many months since I saw 'Malice'
In fact, she was hard to recognize  
There's a faraway look in her bloodshot eyes
She resembles a Michelin man with loads of spare tires
Her blue and white dress is strained at the seams,

Good god she's put on so much weight
It must be so annoying
that she can't slip

Just a Slip of Tongue

A runner plagued 
by endless thirst,
tried all manner of things 
to end the curse. 
A camel bag or bottle 
slowed his pace.
His yen for simple, 
lasting relief, became a race -
Relentless!

Seeing smooth pebbles
in the bed of a stream,
he took a pea-sized one; 
stowing it under his tongue.
His saliva flowed; 
his thirst was gone, up-aweigh!
Until the

A Statement May Be a Question

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

Dipping in to Slip Slide Away

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,

Close Shave

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

Never Let Chances Slip By

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

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Monocrostic (Birthday of Mylaflor C. Heredero)

That's The Way The Cookie Crumbles

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

The Slip-ins

"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

I don't leave all at once, but slip away like ink running off old pages

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

Old Man Winter now flagging, and slip sliding along

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

In a boundless night, I slip through the veils of undefined time

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

I have learned to exist in the shadows, to slip through glances

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

Slip Streams

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.

Brain Slip

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

Don't Let Love Slip Away

 

"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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