Slowing Poems - Poems about Slowing

Slowing breathes

Stop breathing can i...?
No i can't...whyyy donttt i....
BECAUSE .....
 The day will come that i willl start slowing breathes
And i will Let my heart cry for air.... let my lungs gasps for air like a  man does in the deeppp darkkk  ocean while drowning ..let the air leave my body like they never

Slowing down

Making unfocused our soul’s gaze,
sounds of silence resound within,
leaving lower mind in a daze,
as magnetism erases sin.

As thoughts rise and in time subside,
making unfocused our soul’s gaze,
love entwines the head-heart divide,
even as we blissfully laze.

The womb of space is where we graze,
wherein doing nothing at all,
making unfocused our soul’s gaze,
truth of our true self we

Slowing Down

Slowing Down 

Electricity runs through my veins. 
It courses in waves,
from my head to my feet, 
and back. 
Why? 
Because I am ever, 
waiting for the other shoe to drop. 
I heard the first one, 
but there are nearly always two. 

Big mistakes made in ways that seemed planned. 
Fallen marks from goals, turned upside

Slowing My Passage

Sat in a car to get my shot.
Doc says it ought
to minimize
pending demise.

Knee joints are aging, sorely fast
They will not last
another spring 
nor highland fling.

My go for the gusto is spent
my frame is bent.
COVID vaccine
one more routine.

July 20, 2021

Sponsor	Joseph May
Contest Name	12 Lines In Rhyme

Covid Is Slowing

If we can believe what we hear
We could be nearing the this year
Can we go back
Back on track
“Maybe” but a “No” I don't want to hear

Slowing

1/24/21
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Following the path or roaming

Near water that was dried up or continually flowing

Around the planet, still combing

Experiments with cloning

People still stoning

And out for a dethroning

Often gloating

And boasting

Others doting

Something worth noting

The universe still going

Time not waiting or slowing

For anyone, you better be knowing

Make the best of it, while growing

Eventually it will be showing

As stars and objects

Late Bloomer

Missing a glimpse of her
Was just as bad as being late.
My feeling flown all over the place. 
The punctuality of being at the exact place at the right time.
Missing this glance everything falls out of place. 
The sudden challenge of tomorrow. 
Being on time, this moment left behind.
Admittedly I hurried the next moment. 
To miss

Slowing

My latest diet technique is “fasting” for 12 hours
Each and every day, not a damn thing I devour
Takes great dedication
And strong motivation
More like “slowing” but results still empower

Slowing Not Growing

I
Think 
I have stopped 
Growing 
If
Anything 
I 
Feel
I am
Slowing 
My
Age
Is
Showing

Ongoing and Slowing

Ongoing and Slowing

We have heard investigation is ongoing,
And now down it has started slowing
Heard on TV,
And may agree;
This is something everyone is knowing.

Jim Horn

The usual things on the news.

Slowing Down

Slowing Down
(Allows “I can’t” to be an option)
6-1-2016

With softness the dew lies on daybreaks pasture,
But today sets about much as those gone before.
As I’ve become slower, time is scampering faster,
There’s never enough time for that one last chore.

Current days find that enthusiasm, has vanished,
And it’s satisfying no more to have done my best.
No longer have

Slowing Down

A river cuts through the center of this town.
It's small to be sure but it's a river.
In years past soldiers from the revolutionary war 
trod on it's muddy banks, maybe they found rest there, or maybe not
but one thing is for sure they were here.

I imagine them sometimes when I sit on an old bench
underneath

Slowing Down

Although we’d like to do the things
We’ve always done before,
Our bodies sometimes let us know
It’s time for less – not more.

When we were young, we’d party hard
And drink and stay out late;
Yet now we find ourselves at home
And nodding off at eight.

A walk of several miles once
Was just the appetizer.
Now it’s like a five-course meal

Death Overtaken Or Slowing Down For Life

From conception death is chased
through hollow and hill
sunlight and shadow
backalley and byway
synagogue and saloon.
Through fresh bells of wallstreet
worn bodies on mainstreet,
death is chased relentlessly.

Its muddy hoofprints climbing 
the crackpipes of
calvary eyes
clop-clop-clop.
Bending nightmare to angel
then back again-   
Death slows brilliantly
(overtaken of course)
smiling-teeth plaqued with burning rubies
(sins of the flesh).
Just as its always been
life breaths

A Slowing River Still Runs Deep

All I did was blink
and suddenly frail and forgetful
had stolen the vibrancy 
I’d taken for granted. 


Your look still bears that familiar smile
which sparks an ebbing life 
and brightens dimming eyes. 
But when you think
no one’s watching, 


I am…


as this consumptive malaise 
pervades your sagging face
and spirits you off for poppy naps,
the flickering star-light 

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