Slippery Poems

Slippery poems bring the best collection of short and long slippery poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great slippery rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these slippery poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on slippery are here for you.

Truth

Truth prose poem

Just like mantises, hurrying to finish his last embrace, so to be taken by the husks of his beloved; Like a butterfly, flying to the sun, but hunted by a pale lamb hanging on the dust of the road; Like

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If I Could Rewind The Hand Of The Time

If I Could Rewind The Hand Of The Time ballad

One beautiful Sunday afternoon, down by the valley where the waters cascading down the rocks upon the stony bed I sat, lost in reverie on my life continuous struggles when His shadows appeared, silhouetted against the fading sun upon the

Two Little Twittering Twitters

Two Little Twittering Twitters short poem

Two little twittering twitters Two little twittering twitters hop in and hop out never stopping for a moment rest they know not, play they must chomping away on munches differ they though in tastes share they without fail funny games,

Shell Shock

Shell Shock long poem

The whistle blows to sound the charge and over the top they bustle and barge, covered from head to toe in mud and soon tainted with flesh and blood. Up the ladder with slippery rungs, a scream of rage from

Group Photo With Fishermen

Group Photo With Fishermen short poem

It’s Christmas dad lend me once more your hand to compare ourselves among the living people that I ever touched only your hand was bigger If you want to we can go to the seashore hand in hand to leap

WELL (INT)ENDED!

WELL (INT)ENDED! long poem

FITS AND STARTS For a cold winter’s day When you’re, maybe, all sad and forlorn, Here’s a tale, Which, to many, may not be known. It may not be a mystery, it may not evoke fear, But it shall make

Guardian Angel

Guardian Angel short poem

To hold you up if you start to fall and fly to your side whenever you call. To hold you close when dark closes in, I’ll feed your heart and beat from within. To feel your warmth and the glow

Sober

Sober short poem

Dragging the floor, Like a mangled doll. Facing a decrepit wall, Rip it off like paper. The blackness of void, Like a pool of ice water. Out a silver hand outstretches, Rippling the wall. You’re pulled inside, soaked by the

Guardian Angel

Guardian Angel short poem

To hold you up When you’re ready to fall To fly to your side Whenever you call To hold you close When dark closes in To feed your heart To beat from within To feel the warmth The glow of

By The Words

By The Words short poem

Always he was picking up and counting the pins to distill the essence of rainbows and find the symmetries of elementary laws and eating leftover words from the table. The terrorists had wired his house and he was not aware

Waltzing Words.

Waltzing Words. short poem

Words have power to light fires of passion in the soul, making unsaid words waltz in unison of the hearts. Words are breath of life, a narrow line between, the real and declared, within one’s awareness of subtle meanings. Words

Fear Of The Dark

Fear Of The Dark prose poem

When black ink spills across the sky The time when ravens roam the heavens When the mythical beast gobbles up the sun Robbing me of the light I need to survive It becomes too dark for my preference. Pitch-black, that

The Snowman (reading Wallace Stevens’ Poem)

The  Snowman  (reading Wallace Stevens Poem) short poem

Can we borrow the eyes of winter and spring to detect — behind the slippery, crystal-glassy, prayer-like quiet and focus of a sentinel, a snowman half-disfigured when scrutinized by early February winds — sparkles from an unseen, unbeatable citadel? Perhaps

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A Memory Of Her

A Memory Of Her short poem

It has been many long years Since you’ve been gone, And I’ve cried painful tears Before every break of dawn. I’ve lost all my cheers And gained only fears. From this feeling arrears. I walked alongside pioneers; Drowned my sorrow

Intro To Nursing

Intro To Nursing short poem

Good morning and welcome, this is the day, Your life will change, we’ll show you the way, We’ll work together to help you through, So you can do what you’d like to do. So many areas of nursing to choose,

Oh My Childhood

Oh My Childhood short poem

Those memorable childhood days are getting rewinded and I am now feeling an upbeat mood. Look like my buddies remained there while I feel I was pushed out far away Those mischievous friends, Those nerve racking games, Those magnificent swings,

My World

My World short poem

My world is with you as you hold my hand Kiss my brow, and run in the sand Leave a fresh coin under my pillow Tell me a story so I will swallow My peas and my porridge and my

Summer holidays in Madurai

Summer holidays in Madurai prose poem

A recent visit to Madurai – a vivacious South Indian town, reawakens my pleasant childhood memories. This vibrant town teems with life and vitality; juxtaposing both tradition and the contemporary way of life. I am awakened at about three in

A Baby Named Almost

A Baby Named Almost long poem

Something ominous and undefined, illustrative and versatile. Something ambiguous, and something so subtle it hardly exists. Almost is all these things and more. It occupies life around its every corner. It is the grey between the blacks and whites, The

It Happened

It Happened short poem

Born out of hate condemned to fear each other, the race lives, the race dies. The loser finds a quotient to dig a mass grave for innocent paeans. My stains were bigger than you. In no man’s land, a corpse

Beans To The Rescue

Beans To The Rescue long poem

5am, the vending machine rattles, groans, collapses Violently, I kick it, yell at it, shake it The green tea can is grinning at me, mocking me. A passerby opens his fresh can of beer he sees me desperate for a

Autism

Autism short poem

Oh NO! Oh NO! why can’t they tell, shopping is sheer hell for me in tow, of them. I feel quite sick but pretend to be slick for as long as the gremlins in my head stay dead quiet. The

Role Reversal

Role Reversal elegy

Silver-green feathers of foxtails, nodding lazily through rusted wire fences, The orange-gold chalice of a single poppy in a sea of tender grass, Meandering sidewalks—charcoal-gray ribbons of asphalt, fractured by weedy cracks— Palm trees and fir trees and the spreading

May Be

May Be short poem

May be I am just a passing cloud, Or may be I am the moon in the sky, May be I am just a face in the crowd, Or may be I am the man of your life, May be you never expected anything

Bold Admissions

Bold Admissions prose poem

– Rise sun, oh, brightest star of them all. Take pity on the weary, for your power, intense heat and consistancy, can be exhausting; bringing high climaxes, and sweat upon one’s brow and often times showing no mercy. – Cast

Hiroshima Forgive Us

Hiroshima Forgive Us short poem

Hiroshima forgive us, for what the world has done to you, drinking the blood of yours, rupturing your children forever. Hiroshima forgive us, for what the world has done to you, for pushing you into a black hole to never

Rose

Rose short poem

If A flower be So Beautiful, Colourful And Fragrant As the Rose, It Will need All the thorns To ward off Transgressors And, Protect Its honour!

Eyes To The Soul!

Eyes To The Soul! short poem

Deep into her eyes you stare The gateway to her soul Will it show her true emotion Can you be sure of her honest intention? Deep into her soul you glare Feeling her raw essence of meaning Can you look

True Joy

True Joy short poem

Intrigues wealth the mind As rich people others find; Coveting, out leaps the heart, Wanting for bullion and notes, Longing for money and material, Craving for gems and jewels; Having swayed by worldly charm Discouraged by one’s ostentatious terms. For

Following My Heart

Following My Heart short poem

It’s been a long time,  I haven’t heard from you,  And I’m just not fine,  Because its midnight,  & I’m still waiting for you…! I’ve never met you,  Yet I had the fall,  I said everything,  But not the words,

Gift

Gift short poem

she sometimes wished her heart so heavy with love unspoken would rise to heavens as rain filled cloud and there dissolving in joyous downpour would gift the earth an emerald spring

An Abandoned Bride (escaped Groom)

An Abandoned Bride (escaped Groom) ballad

Left in fuchsia, left awful, never happen, smiled and gazed, waited until twilight, never came, , left solo, left naught, left heartbroken, no place to be found. ran, barefoot and red, eyes blurry with pain. left me, escaped passed strangers,

Garbage

Garbage short poem

It’s the shitty line he used Making you feel like garbage Like the trash you leave Wrapped tightly in a black bag On the side of the road Waiting to be picked up by someone else Recycled and recycled While

Promised Land

Promised Land short poem

I wish I could escape to that promised land Far away from this moribund moonscape & this callous concert grand. Where life is sweet like cherry wine & rivers wash away all the grime Where green meadows sway & swing

Who Knows?!

Who Knows?! short poem

Is there only black and white? Who knows? Is there only darkness or light? Who knows! Who knows! Where are the shades of grey? Who knows? Where are the words I wanted to say? Who knows! Who knows! Is there

Breaking Out Of My Shell

Breaking Out Of My Shell sonnet poems

There’s a place inside a heart, That no one knows someone’s keeping, Sitting at the corner enduring the hurt, That takes so long to stop sobbing. The fear to face the world, Unarmed in the battle trembling, An inanimate coward

Mourning

Mourning short poem

I keep my eyes searching for the light under the shade. Hear that? It bellows like the clock. “Come to me,” “It is time.” Please understand that I can’t enter this grotto alone. My experiences seem so few. You can’t

Desert Twilight

Desert Twilight long poem

Well and it’s once in a lifetime reinvention magic kinda like a secret superstition miracle of a the souls great salvation love found me just in time, the kind I thought I’d never find the kind that only happens once

Dreams- A Depressing Path

Dreams  A Depressing Path short poem

‘O my Lord! Where are you? On an old portrait my eyes are glued. My happy days running far and far, Now the times I’m confronting are hard. From so many years, my dreams stood And I have traveled as

Origami

Origami short poem

We are encrypted likenesses of reality born out of trust between blankness and fingertips when knowledge leads and potential follows folding and rolling and bending. Intricate patterns, cumbersome schemes are woven into our souls. Tension within us aches for release.