Best Clenching Poems

When emotions are
a circle 
          of carefully 
placed d
       ...

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There for you


Always my love it shall rest on your shoulders
Even when clouds fill the sky
Holding you tightly for now and forever
Drying each tear you...

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Turmoil
God awful gut wrenching 
nightmare riding
turmoil.

Throat clenching
acid rising murder of crows,
False importance on the trivial grows.

A gag reflex of learned fear
turmoil roils hurricane high
calms counterweight...

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Despite his impatience to show me his hell,
He waited for me in my rest, 
Lying upon the ground, I awoke in prayer,
Thanking God above and...

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Tiptoe into my room
and hide behind the curtain;
You wait to slither onto me
and be my demon.

You lurk in the shadows
waiting to pounce upon me;
You seek...

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I guide my body,
but my soul I do not.
My mind.
My feelings.
They've slowly broken apart.

The darkness screams at me,
trying to reel me in.
"they're gone," they say.
"you're...

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I ask Freya of the cool blue North
To be my special Magic Goddess 
Naked in Her clicking high heels
Freya, my new fantasy friend 
At my...

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stared at the two passionate lines for the longest time,
       what I wrote ..I created ... as if in...

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I would harken back to passions of realm sublime
As melodies of beloved past endearingly chime
Appealing to yesteryears when love was in prime;
If only I could...

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I am the reminiscence of you, since you were once me –
stirred among the strings of sense.
I am the reminiscence of everything you love,
since the...

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rip open my chest
look inside, dig around
flesh, bone, bloody mess
knife cutting down

search every inch
bellow the stomach, spline
my hands are drenched
in fluid and cream

Slice open the...

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World, Whole World

 

Its the apprehension

of the unrevealed

 

Plucking and clenching

at the organ of love

 

Intimidated yet curious

 

Cautiosuly taking 

that first step

 

Aiming

 

to...

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If you hear the sound of rat-tat-a-tat
It's not a woodpecker or a chattering cat
Tis George F. Latulence an aristocrat
Playing ping pong with his gold crested...

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Flailing madly
Against the tide,
I am impaled
By the futility of life.

Slowly losing myself
In the bitter cold,
The devil's clenching fingers
Encase my soul....

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Bitter, bitter, bitter
not as in a taste on tongue
or unrequited loves' remain,
only of wind thats wrung
all warmth from the air.

Bitter, bitter, bitter
all the way through...

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