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Steve Page Oct 6
I let Fast Fashion pass me by
I choose a slower way
I watch the needle drop right down
And I while away the day

I choose the Slowest Fashion
The one grandmother wore
I now knit at the slowest pace
With no desire for more

I knit and purl to my content
This is my path to peace
But don't ask me to knit for you
This one is for my niece
My daughter loves knitting
kel Sep 26
i'm a procrastinator
barely getting anything done
my body's a traitor
never waking up and finish things

but i guess procrastinators
can be described in a beautiful way too-

procrastinating is like when the tides
fall back and
the path between the islands appears and guides
us as we leave footprints along the path

as the sun sets
and the moon gives us a soft glow
and we wash away our regrets
and finish our little trek

<3
a poem for procrastinators <3
Bhavani Sep 8
just woke up
so late, what do i eat
sleep wasn’t deep.
Bhavani Sep 7
My swollen left cheek
a round bed of marshmallows
pat pat, pat pat, boing!

swallows saliva
drinks a cup of iced milo
an oasis forms

all that ice a shock
to my newly-formed blood clot;
what is this soreness
Spicy Digits Sep 4
Don't force it
Don't force it

Slow

Don't you realise?
Don't you realise?

Time is a sweet perfume
Dressed as a murderer
Man Aug 5
The joy of simplicity entertained,
Is the death of false airs-
Like that of the faux intellect.
Fancy as a fop,
Gay as a dandy-
Yet, still the poorest sops.
That the point went overhead,
To me, it merely was beneath me
But you could get no lower.
Just wait till you drop! :)
mace May 11
it didn't sneak up on me
i fell slowly
with every act of kindness where she'd go out of her way for

i could lean on her.

she loves me unashamedly.
but i was afraid and stuck in quicksand
but she pulled me up
again and again
no matter how many times i mistook the sinking death trap as ground

our mutual sacrifice for eachother
out of concern, out of care, just because;
is what love is
just another love poem for my gf don't mind me
Moe May 1
All the wallflowers
Picking up the sun
Slowly walking towards
The madness
Moving statues
Entwined at the
Fingertips
You can find your
Picture on my wall
Walking on two legs
Facing the sound
Of empty eyes
Jeremy Betts Dec 2023
If flesh and bone battle scars alone make you uncomfortable
You could not handle a sneak peek into my soul
How do I manage the impossible?
Your guess is as good as mine, that's all I know
Never as easy as saying no though

©2023
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