Slips Poems - Poems about Slips

So little time— Yet so much left undone! On the pages of life still remain Sketches of dreams left to run. So many promises lost in the mist, So many hopes quietly withdrew— Countless paths remain untraveled, So many sights left out of view. What still remains— To behold the world with wide-open eyes, To truly live...

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So little time— Yet so much left undone! On the pages of life still remain Sketches of dreams left to run. So many promises lost in the mist, So many hopes quietly withdrew— Countless paths remain untraveled, So many sights left out of view. What still remains— To behold the world with wide-open eyes, To truly live...

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Embrace silence like a velvet cloak that gently slips over the soul, listen deeply within, where echoes lose their shape and become whispers, respect for others is an art of listening, a dance of hearts opening, offering healing to souls eager to be heard under the arch of a silent sky. Silence is a slumber of wisdom, a dream...

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They say life slips through our fingers, but I think it slips through our toes, for you never know the day you might... wrong a right dye your hair green out of spite or even take the plunge into death's dreaded depths and... Go And when you do, you might think of all the things you didn't do - all the places you never walked, but more...

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I’m always too late, When I have to say something important, When I have to keep a promise, When I have to call out to her, When I have to bring her back— I’m always too late. In the changing dawn of seasons, When my heart needs to hold on, When I have to remember someone, When I need to forget someone— I’m always too...

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The world slips into sleep, and I lie awake, restless on the cold bed, Waiting for that call to bring me comfort, like every night, The day's fatigue lingers, but the night comes to share everything with him, To listen as his stories come to life and unfold in the dark, The night passes in a haze, and our...

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My supervisor is a young, soft spoken Asian gal... Who averted my eyes as she handed me my end of the year "compensation award statement". For working weekends and holidays being an absentee on birthdays and funerals (thank God). Despite the company riding the gilded air currents like a diamond studded albatross, I'll get seventy-three cents an hour raise. I met her eyes...

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Virtue in our grasp We reach out with jealously Slips through our fingers ...

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Turmoil, turmoil and turmoil ...

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Crystal winged hourglass flows muted gold sand as time turns red dawn to pink dusk once more; life’s tapestry fades as years so expand but love in the heart gives youth to restore when embraced with so much left to explore. Crystal winged hourglass portrays such fleeting finite life as time slips by depleting; with love reborn, awoken...

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An Indian summer decamps, marches South like a defeated army. Coats are pulled out of closets, cars winterized. Wizards in long white robes hunt the moans of castaway witches. Autumn memories lure cats away, but they soon return to the fireplace, to stretch-out the longer hours. Babies are coddled closer, the sky goes blank, amnesia deleting its colors. There are omens born on chill winds, sparrows go mute in the...

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Neon the elf child was the last one to be trusted with the dragon’s light her soul was sad that others had failed, she wandered into the night. holding the gift of golden slips and pops, her ears feeling quite bright. Rafe, her dragon guardian hiding in the bushes, kept her within his sight. a rustle in the woods...

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Hello mom, hello dad, aunt, uncle, grandma, grandpa, sister, brother… Do you remember me? Remember when we danced in the rain? Played pranks on the neighbor next door? Danny has another seashell for you, he wants to know if you still have the one from last summer? To all these you could not remember any This disease took a...

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“recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..." ...

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Our Id is our menace to society Our Ego balances our poison Our Supergo is our antidote Maslow created the hierarchy Erikson set the stages Rogers breathed self actualization Skinner tried to put us in a box There are many more with more to say but none yet more profound Live your Life with joy unbound Leave nothing in your way Change is calm abiding with Love...

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