Slow Poems - Poems about Slow

a slow loris has a deadly trick she takes her time, she’s sneaky and slick venom is held in her elbow daily Let’s pretend she is angry with my cousin Bailey. The slow loris mixes venom with her saliva in the yard then bites Bailey with her sharp teeth, good and hard could he die? Oh, yes, that is the slow...

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I want a poet with a slow hand I want a writer without an AI touch I want a real person who will spend some time Not fire off a fake poem in a heated rush I want real feelings I can understand When it comes to poetry, I want a slow hand...

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It didn't start with sunlight, but with that slow, unfamiliar feeling Of being in my own flesh, without the desire to escape into the wind of oblivion, My body wasn't a fortress of strength, but it was mine, Like an ancient temple where I can sit without asking the sky for forgiveness. My hands no longer sought answers in...

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Deep within me, I feel inertia as a slow dance of stars trapped in their own light, A Higgs field enveloping my soul like a heavy cloak of particles and burdened dreams, This terrain of life keeps me from falling into the core of uncertainty, Preserving me from becoming ash, an echo of an existence passed through the...

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Start off small and slow. Just never make me so low. Look forward again To when you will make me glow. Please accept the love I show....

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Ignorance is a rhyme without a soul, an art fading into slow oblivion, like fallen tulips swirling through captive rays of a weary sun, amidst hot sighs tearing through the deafening silence of the evening, and they are more than the burning thorns of a phoenix rose moon, infused in scarlet elixirs of an enchanted dusk weaving its silent...

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They say, “Work harder, hustle more,” like your value depends on how fast you move, like success only counts if you're always racing. But what if the race isn’t real? What if going slow is just you learning how to fly? Slow isn’t lazy—it’s thoughtful. It’s like the roots of a strong tree, growing deep and steady, not blowing around like dust. It’s...

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-Slow down- Even the sounds of rushing red waters pulsing... drown out the beats that blare in my head - Slow Down - My thoughts spin like a carousel of fervent beats, while I watch the harbors of still waters, a gentle surrender to time, drift away. Every stride toward solace meets the rush of a furious current that demands to be heard. BREATHE They say. But...

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Slow down Momma, I know it's hard, but these are the times you'll miss by far. Slow down Momma, the days may seem long, but remember your children need you to be strong. One more car seat to go, one more "terrible two's", but you can enjoy these moments should you choose. We push for the next chapter sometimes just...

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The bed is soft, familiar. Not comfort, not really, just known. A sinking, a settling, the weight of existing pressing down, but not enough to break me. The dishes stack in the sink, a quiet monument to days slipping by. My phone buzzes, I don’t check. The world is moving, but I am not. Not yet. And still - something in my chest tightens, not in...

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Sometimes let the sloth take over your years of perseverance. Leave the blinds as they are, with a slit in-between them, left open like an undressed wound for the outsiders to peak in. Sometimes let the youth decay under your skin. Surrender yourself under nature's conservatism and pause chasing the lively perpetual glow. How austere can this abyss actually be, if my...

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In current times, breaking up is often referred to as a slow-motion breakup, or as the new generation might say, "pulling back." The lyrics of songs reflect the sentiment that breaking up is challenging, though it is approached differently today. Whenever I approached two to three years into a relationship, I recall sensing the gradual shift or...

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You stop, you slow down You see, you listen You are awake You are alert You are mindful, creative When SILENCE enfolds You become Whole Silence becomes you And you the Voice...

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Eric Patrick Clapton failed at being a sea captain great guitarist who started many bands and earned the sobriquet Slow Hand ...

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Feet up where fat toes recline defying gravity, it's not 'happy hour' nor sad time, it's just time. The world has been over-thinking again, forgetting its fictional place in the self-replicating mind-maze. There is no escape, I'm just relaxing between the tracks. This laced numbness will quickly pass, yet ice cubes do break through all the dream chasing for a while. I'm not checked out, not checked in, just drinking. ...

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