Slowly Poems - Poems about Slowly

I slowly fell deeply into a sensual daze After the hours I kept his intense gaze. Hoping what we have is not a phase, As for what I am feeling, there is no phrase. I swiftly fell the moment we kissed on his bed, After the hours he waited, while I was in his head. Wishing for his love, without a...

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Out of the mist of silence, strangers emerge, slowly fading into the midday light their steps rustle petals, and the flower-filled street stirs like an old dream. I let my thoughts drift, white, like a fluff of feather among tender shadows, I hear how the voices of passersby become the scent of apricots – then oblivion erases them. A...

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I slowly fade away, like a candle melting under the weight of time, My world collapses around me like a house of cards struck by the wind, I need an outstretched hand to help me bear the overwhelming pain, To soothe my soul tormented by waves of sadness that drown me in silence. I drown in an ocean of...

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I slowly detach, like ink seeping onto pages of lost memories, like a song slowly fading from the mind that once swore it eternal, everything begins gently—your name on my lips becomes a foreign echo, your messages remain unread, not out of anger, but from fear of the unknown. You place silence where questions once were, perhaps you don't...

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Looking into the mirror, again and again, my reflection slowly draws near, with a breath, it twists my hands—and I know what it wants from me, it has always envied what I love, despised what I adore with passion, tonight it returns, her fingers lightly touch my lips, tracing their outline like a lover, until she delves deep, the blood...

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I don’t know when I first felt my childhood slipping slowly It was somewhere in the dark Maybe on a slushy snowy night that made me cry I’m tired of saying goodbye - He agreed It might have been some other day When my paintings taunted me alone Or when I first realized I’d one day be all...

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In a world of shadows and deep silences, I tread slowly, On the paths of solitude, where stars weave my hair with gentle rays, The guardian trees whisper to the wind tales long forgotten, And people are storms that break my peace in waves of words, Their voices become storms that drown my soul in murky waters, They trap me...

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When the curtains of my eyelids moved slowly, your face arrived before the light, As if the dawn had learned from you to gently and gracefully dispel the night, The night spent all its prayers for this silent and divine moment, My hand traced the gentle contour of your cheek, and time paused for a heartbeat. Your serene smile...

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It was something that the Holy Spirit, recently gave unto me as an open vision. He showed me the picture of an hour glass that was practically almost running out of time. And than I saw the word "RAPTURE!" Right along with these very self same words, "WE ARE VERY RAPIDLY RUNNING OUT OF TIME!" The Holy Spirit...

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In the city of silence, shadows dance slowly, The garden of forgetfulness hides a secret lowly, Dreams are born in minds that no longer believe, People pass by, lost in thoughts that deceive. Tolerance is the virtue of those without faith, But how to believe when all fades to wraith? On the pathways of conscience, I tread with care, Deciphering voices lost...

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Watch as the archer of sorrow steps slowly among the shadows of lost memories, Clad in robes woven from the threads of promises forgotten on the shelves of time, His quiver rattling with arrows soaked in the ink of unspoken silences, Each adorned with feathers plucked from the wings of angels fallen into oblivion. His bow is carved from...

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This winter, like a dream, will slowly melt into hidden memories, Carefully wrapped and left to sleep until the coming year, The cold tap water, which once trembled in our palms like a whisper, Will seek solace in the coming summer, wondering: who will touch it with cold fingers? The breeze through the window, which once played with the...

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Slowly dying Despite our existence What else is possible How much life span does humanity has in accordance to our attribute To Mother Nature We are distracted by entertainment Blinded by social media Instead of moral we bleed impurity High Technology era equals robotic humans How can we save the world When we are lost by our...

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The earth wept for no reason under a soft articulate noise of auctioned lives, a beautiful dream, slowly dying. Rottenness seeks in the soul righteous prey, grown from pure moments in which the whiteness of thought nurtures the hope of cleanliness away from the smell own rot, inherited from primary birth. I feel the path in the whites of my eyes through...

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I died today, I felt myself just drifting away, The sky was blue as I walked through a green green park. I walked slowly, I didn't worry that I might be late, I was so relaxed as I went toward that golden gate, And standing right there, my Mum, my Dad and my beautiful daughter too. I never felt this good...

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