"slowpoke" poems - Hello Poetry

Over coffee I saw the world Over coffee I saw troubles Over coffee I saw secrets unfurled Over coffee I saw the impossibles Over coffee the day broke Over coffee the day did pass Over coffee the day moved the slowpoke Over coffee the day was forecast Over coffee one can think Over coffee one can work Over coffee one can drink Over coffee one can make artwork Over coffee I made love Over coffee I made a kiss Over coffee I made a paper dove Over coffee I made this

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Mar 26, 2020

Mar 26, 2020 at 2:08 PM UTC

Des-ire

Over coffee

Over coffee I saw the world Over coffee I saw troubles Over coffee I saw secrets unfurled Over coffee I saw the impossibles Over coffee the day broke Over coffee the day did pass Over coffee the day moved the slowpoke Over coffee the day was forecast Over coffee one can think Over coffee one can work Over coffee one can drink Over coffee one can make artwork Over coffee I made love Over coffee I made a kiss Over coffee I made a paper dove Over coffee I made this

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Class action **** the faction, fender bending Render useless Car crash contusions bruised, burnt, alive Crying from the pain Pail full of optional rain Falling unjustly Criminals mostly understand Benefits eat up micromanage nymphos Following photos sold and sod off Getting ****** time and time again Sawed off block head Chopping block Reset Rest again Hospital bed ... I woke up crying Time to try something new New age medicine Stomach out the world Something out the blue Moving too much Shut the **** up Blunderbuss meets bell Barely able to hear Noisy as hell Death is quite near Airbag lining Windbag silence Far too much Plastic in my lungs Wind for the sails Bailing out the titanic with a pail Pale, like formaldehyde Toxin lawsuit Not a drop to spare Do you got the time Nine months to a dime Rebirth is off the table Eat the pie (If you're able) ******* mistake I misspoke Slowpoke, speed up Runt Get stunted from birth Mirth in the face of change The fire's still burning If you'd sacrifice a turn I'd be more than grateful if you could Rain on my parade For a ounce of gold Cleaning out my brain And the thoughts untold Over protective claims And I'm lying back Lying bout my name Just to make it back Wired shut jaw I mean that two ways Split it up right Money and pain

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May 16, 2017

May 16, 2017 at 4:14 AM UTC

Boggy

Class action

Class action **** the faction, fender bending Render useless Car crash contusions bruised, burnt, alive Crying from the pain Pail full of optional rain Falling unjustly Criminals mostly understand Benefits eat up micromanage nymphos Following photos sold and sod off Getting ****** time and time again Sawed off block head Chopping block Reset Rest again Hospital bed ... I woke up crying Time to try something new New age medicine Stomach out the world Something out the blue Moving too much Shut the **** up Blunderbuss meets bell Barely able to hear Noisy as hell Death is quite near Airbag lining Windbag silence Far too much Plastic in my lungs Wind for the sails Bailing out the titanic with a pail Pale, like formaldehyde Toxin lawsuit Not a drop to spare Do you got the time Nine months to a dime Rebirth is off the table Eat the pie (If you're able) ******* mistake I misspoke Slowpoke, speed up Runt Get stunted from birth Mirth in the face of change The fire's still burning If you'd sacrifice a turn I'd be more than grateful if you could Rain on my parade For a ounce of gold Cleaning out my brain And the thoughts untold Over protective claims And I'm lying back Lying bout my name Just to make it back Wired shut jaw I mean that two ways Split it up right Money and pain

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Imagine having your own little world with tiny little creature a few dwarfs, drowsy fairies all eating cherrish red apples. You love every single one of them. But now they having their own little conflicts. The dwarfs started eating, but not the apples Instead they feast on the fairies. all eating blood-red fairies. A few generations later the last dwarf on your world swears at you "What a beautiful job you did" A wild confused laughter appears echoing in hole covered by winter.

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Dec 18, 2019

Dec 18, 2019 at 8:12 AM UTC

Sharu

Slowpoke mon friend

Imagine having your own little world with tiny little creature a few dwarfs, drowsy fairies all eating cherrish red apples. You love every single one of them. But now they having their own little conflicts. The dwarfs started eating, but not the apples Instead they feast on the fairies. all eating blood-red fairies. A few generations later the last dwarf on your world swears at you "What a beautiful job you did" A wild confused laughter appears echoing in hole covered by winter.

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I imagine your foot hovering over the pedal. Your toes salivating in their shoes, ready for you to just step on it already. And the green light of our moment sending you into a forward frenzy. You wink at me, the apparent slowpoke in our scenario, as if you're winning some imaginary race, that only sends you flying into the arms of another red light, and another one after that, and a stop sign there, sandwiched between a cross guard and a rolling ball that sends you to a rolling stop. And as I catch up to you, as I always do, I wonder if that's how you approach the everyday lanes of your life, racings towards conclusions, never stopping to smell the sweet surprise of your slow surroundings.

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Feb 14, 2023

Feb 14, 2023 at 1:04 AM UTC

topacio

Speeding To Get To A Red Light

I imagine your foot hovering over the pedal. Your toes salivating in their shoes, ready for you to just step on it already. And the green light of our moment sending you into a forward frenzy. You wink at me, the apparent slowpoke in our scenario, as if you're winning some imaginary race, that only sends you flying into the arms of another red light, and another one after that, and a stop sign there, sandwiched between a cross guard and a rolling ball that sends you to a rolling stop. And as I catch up to you, as I always do, I wonder if that's how you approach the everyday lanes of your life, racings towards conclusions, never stopping to smell the sweet surprise of your slow surroundings.

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