Slipped Through Your Fingers Poems - Poems about Slipped Through Your Fingers

...The truth is that we are always children, lost in the labyrinth of time with maps drawn from the dreams of the night, Children with scraped knees from life's falls, with veins like the roots of anci......

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...then: I swallowed escape in pastel capsules, my pockets jingled with regret. The nights pulsed— bass, sweat, strangers. Every weekend was a blackout baptism. Every Monday, a resurrection I did......

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...Now I understand why ghosts rise from the past, shimmering shadows and whispers, For the past never truly dies; it just hides in dark, deep corners, Until silence can no longer last and echoes begi......

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...They say that when two people are together for too long, they begin to lose themselves. They start to shift, fade into each other like colors blending on a forgotten canvas, and, in the end, you can’......

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...Today I missed life in silence, so quietly that no one noticed, I woke up, but didn't truly arrive, brushed my teeth, got dressed, I watched the lives of strangers louder than mine, promising mysel......

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... “I wish I could erase you,” is what I said, the words spat like venom. Spat like the poison in my veins. He knew it was in my wine, the belladonna that’s ruined my eyes. ......

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...Goodbye to the echoes of yesterday's past, To the moments that slipped through my fingers so fast. To the laughter, the sorrow, the silence, the song, Each memory is a thread where my soul has bel......

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...In the quiet folds of January’s chill, I wrote a letter, my heart laid bare, To Kate, my friend, my kindred spirit still, Whose laughter once danced in the air. You were my world, a famil......

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...Waves of nausea crash against my splintering ribcage, stomach churning, bile burning through esophageal walls. Choking on paranoia-fueled delirium, self-inflicted wounds etched upon a fragile psyc......

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...Oh mother, oh father, if only I could speak If only I could tell you all that I feel, All that I wish I had said before it was too late. I wish I could tell you that I love you, That your laugh......

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...In the twilight of my thoughts, where the shadows of dreams dance, I wander through the landscape of poetry, lost among the echoes of unwritten verses, A wanderer in the realms of words, searching ......

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...I always remember you when the sun shines. When the sun shined on your face, and The sparkles that radiate around you. That was the magic I remembered. In those years, we laughed and cried, When......

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...Poe’s Hourglass: A Melancholic Decree Once upon a midnight dreary, As sands slip through life’s hourglass, eerie, I pondered upon my penitent past, And the regrets that will forever last......

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...I dispatched my poem, a suave projectile on a precise trajectory, Through the vast azure, through the unwritten infinity unfolding its mysteries, Do not dare to await me, for my path is a float in ......

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...Life has become an amorphous mass, Sans shape, sans structure. And my mind is in total discombobulation. I feel I am like a scrap yard. My world has lost its tint and throb. Defeated and dec......

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