Slowing Poems - Poems about Slowing

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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1/24/21 " 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...

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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...

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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...

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

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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