Best Clinching Poems

It’s been a while
I know your need
I read your smile
The way you breathe
The style you brush
Across my skin
The tone your words
Begin and end
The romantic feel
Of every move
Your manly hands
Our tongue and groove
 It’s been a while
I released my guard
Clinching counter 
Viewing yard
You explored
I didn’t flinch
Lips...

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Multiple choices with one last try, amid this myriads maze

Someone very dear unto myself asked me the other day

"Is the sun shining where you are?"

So I took a crystal glance, into an oblong box....

Actually I thought, as I peered ever closer into this warping glass

It...

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Do you really think, that I am going to trade my eternal soul,
for your bowl of germ infested puke? Think again!
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O' sullen sullies of darkness....

How you often paint yourself so very innocent and pretty

While you drool at the corners of the edges of jagged

Within...

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Treasures of gold are the ones untold:
The ones stand so bold & yet never fold…
In the deepest corners scorned but not torn, Bruised & tainted but still not worn….
Beautiful on the outside but worn within:
toughly put together with the gentlest skin….
Impacted with newest wishes but...

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Ah, drifting leisurely inside the cloud, 
Watching hot sun’s rays glance across the nose 
of the winged drone, stealthily slipping proud, 
I drifted so peacefully through the floes. 

Updrafts from silent streams beneath arose 
lifting craft’s nose, unexpectedly plowed 
through looming cumulus's potential foes, 
Ah,...

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I just want poetry 
that will keep 
my eyes open
my lips moving
Brain thinking 
heart pounding 
fist clinching 
memories reminding
Patriot sounding 
peace resounding 
mentioning propounding and 
love abounding
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MIGHTY and UNAFRAID

Master wind is singing a lullaby
Luscious limbs of the trees waving up high
Outstretched are her arms reaching every heights
Swirling free on downy clouds as she flies

Skyward in air with dull sounds, dalliance
Of an eagle rushing twining with space
With claws, her gyrating wheels in...

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The lane leading into the alley was lined with weeds
False intentions masked by good deeds
The end of the chosen route turned out to be dead
Too many conversations for one man's head

So he began snapping at friendly fingers
From the corner he had backed himself in
Lies falling...

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He stumbled in, as drunk as sin
with a limp and a nose full of red
He ordered cheap gin, and the blood dripped in
As he raised the drink to his head

He sat on the stool,and the drops formed a pool
He could feel all the eyes on...

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If I Tell You, 2011
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez

If I tell you, Puerto Rican I am
What comes to mind?
Morena of “el barrio” or Blonde woman of “el barrio”
Better yet, pale skin-blonde from up north
That one, the straight English-speaking wanna-be
“Con su pelo lacio”

If I tell you, Puerto...

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A thick, white smog crept through the park that night,
that one color besides black.
Occasionally, street lamps would beam around like wheels
but the lights burned strangely dim.
 
"Let's shoot the breeze, " he said. And so she did, biding time ;
clinching from the gripped touch as...

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The world dims to a standstill in shouting
incoherencies the fluttering heart spew, clinching
on today through the vagaries of inertness, 
and seeking liberty, he sings the song of 
life.

Then the finality of death. 
And Agni's dance. 
The soul ascends from the smouldering 
cinders gradually dying and...

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Clinching my fists together,
I realize an emotion is driven,
How to get through,
The pain that has been given,
The paths are bright,
Only seeing so far into each,
The rest is out of sight,
My choice on which will teach,
Teach me like a young child,
Growing into an adult,
My ways are...

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Life as an Addict


                         Life as an addict, life as an addict
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chasing a dream in a tunnel of steam and smoke  
running really fast gasping for air as i choke 
 
clinching my fist swinging at shadows as they pop in and out of the mist 
catching my dream at the end of the tunnel...

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