Best Clench Poems


Premium Member The Clench of Fall

cauldroned lakes of steam
wafting up in fevered plumes
labored breath as life exhales
venomed arctic gales
plunder trees on sun starved days
brittle claws of tumbled leaves

17 Sep 2014
Choka Me - Poetry Contest
5 - 7 - 7 - 5 - 7 - 7
© David Mohn  Create an image from this poem.

The Clench

Rage rumbles in the cavity
Of my chest
I crave anything but solution
I am too burnt for tears
They tell me I can choose the way I feel 
They tell me like they know

But they can't feel
The clench
At 4 AM
The wide-eyed bitter
Of a low goodbye
And a never-ending inhale

August 31, 2017

Premium Member Clench of the Hand

The clench of the hand
when greed holds a man:
tightly.
Once not in command,
aligned with God’s plan:
lightly.

The battle of will
to hold tighter still:
nightly.
The feel of the thrill
just learning to chill:
sprightly.

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from Poet's Collective, a Lai, with triplets of 5a:5a:2b, 2 per stanza.
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.


Pride's Descent

He forged a throne from heaven's blaze,
Then gripped the flame—it slipped through praise.
Who trusts his head must understand:
To clench is to be crushed by your own hand.

Clench your fist

You have played the game for so long
that you have the universe is along
the rhythm is off beat
 and you are spreading chaos in the street
we have been waiting for many years
to dry the woeful tears, but the tears kept flowing 
and the agony keeps growing.

Did the train miss the stop?
or were you hanging out around the back?
you are entering into a new phase 
and you must start counting the days
There is one thing that I would like you to do
and it is to pull the heat out of the shoe.

It is getting too hot
 and you don’t have enough body bags to pack
If you continue in this way, 
you are going to melt the universe away
the sun is shining in the rain
and you don’t have much more to gain.

It is the same people, and it is the same song
And it is the same energy that is occupying the land.

There are no more arguments left
and your words have no depth
they are falling on dry ground
and they cannot turn things around 
The insects devour them before they penetrate the soil
leaving the earth, naked, empty and unproductive.

Meet with me at the opening
for a new day is dawning
it is the unknown that rumbles my soul
but its destiny that makes me bold.

Tell me exactly what you need
and we will give it to you before the break of dawn
what do you need? Power, honey or money?
it’s not clear why you are fighting over there
but we cannot walk away and leave you in there.

Clench your fist when you pass through the abyss
clench your fist when your name is on the list
you have one more chance to make it right
Just one more chance to get out of the plight
clench your fist and meet with me tonight.
It’s worth the sacrifice for the world is full of surprises  

Just clench your fist and you will not be remiss.

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