Slipping Away Poems - Poems about Slipping Away

Time slipping away treasured dreams lost and buried my time has passed away...

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I let it slip away, Like a feather in the wind. I didn't hold on tight enough, And now it's gone again. I loved him with a passion, That burned deep within my soul. But I couldn't make him stay, And now I'm all alone. I thought that love would conquer all, And we'd be together forevermore. But he had other plans in mind, And I...

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Even though it feels somehow like you’re already slipping away I have to remember to tell myself how blessed I am for each day I love the ways you try so hard to see the smile I keep making up for all the time we lost while you’re asleep Still each day I’m anxious for the time I...

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Seeds of apples shall always go Somewhere you may never ever know....

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Slipping away A granite pillow placed above my head Red clay covers my six-foot bed Several relatives beside me long laid to rest Another family reunion, I'm the newest guest I've joined the past my names carved in stone My body has reached its final home It's the quietest crowd I've been around No more voices, no more sound To all of my friends,...

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I often find myself in darkness these days Initially, it was like warmth of a blanket surrounding me It felt nice, so I tugged it closer The warmth is now suffocating I try to move it, but it won't budge and eventually i give in Everyday, I try running from it But it almost feels like every step is falling, as...

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moments fray and shred tomorrow folds today; time’s teeth – rounded memories meld a transcendent balm ...

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I can feel us slipping away Down deep into the emotional abyss Instincts that have outgrown our consciousness I say this with much remiss There was an intellectual explosion An awareness that remains a slave to the drives We have the ability to use logic and reason Yet its emotions controlling our lives We sublimate, congratulating ourselves profusely We profess dominion over...

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Violet May is slipping away... Gentle breaths are growing shallow Eyes tired of seeing, fade to dim Once agile fingers now bent Swan necks dipping on a sheet Sergeant Vi inspired loyalty Time was her voice was certain Square bashing shy young WRAC's Preparing them for war Next a mother of a 'New Elizabethan' Builder of a brighter world Hope for humankind was nurtured Secure in semidetached...

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With an older body, ...

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Anxious and afraid I’ll run out of time Betrayed so by illusions I held dear Concerned with life’s approaching finish line Disappointed deeply with my shortcomings Envious secretly of other’s accomplishments Forgiving towards myself never been my forte Guilt I can’t manage with a mere 24-hour day Helpless feelings linger and are commonplace Insecure at how time slips through my fingers Jealous of those...

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The notion of time, a potion sublime A bottomless pit, the physicists fit Today or tomorrow, the future or past As your arms wrap around it —your hands lose their grasp (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)...

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The notion of time a potion sublime A bottomless pit the physicists fit Today or tomorrow the future or past As your arms wrap around it —your hands lose their grasp (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)...

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Time keeps slipping away Nothing will ever get done And you get that melancholy feeling You won't be able to see that sun You have fallen behind a great deal There are areas that need improvement This is no time for you to frolic Focus on being a better student...

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Life’s elusive beauty slips But slips not quite away. When there is nothing to hold on to on This slate grey day when every voice is muffled With nothing to say When nothing is of substance all Lines blurred in the wet and the Moisture tastes of regret And the only desire is to Forget the things that Haven’t happened yet The street lamps are lonely...

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