Best Cling Poems
great cyclops of fire
you who keeps the horizon
far out of my reach
no closer than yesterday
not nearer me tomorrow
a symbol of hope
I find no truth in those words
you leave me each night
drowning yourself in the sea
leaving me cold and alone
in chill of darkness
no refuge from my despair
shadows cling to me
abandoned, my hope is dead
don't shine on me in the morn'
Categories:
cling, loneliness, sad,
Form:
Tanka
Unrequited love is shallow,
lacking depth; it cannot float dreams.
Yet, you will forego happiness
for a lifetime of silent screams.
Both tormentor and destroyer,
doubt devastates your sense of pride.
A heart that craves a love denied
will wilt and slowly die inside.
Wishes attack reality;
striking with irrational force.
Unattainable dreams fuel
frustration, anger, and remorse.
Truth defines the expectations
and anticipations of youth.
And yet, you have fallen in love,
acknowledging no other truth.
Feeling lost, nothing seems real,
drowning in tears, you cling to hope.
Yet rejected hearts tend to break;
finding it difficult to cope.
Categories:
cling, angst, anxiety, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Quatrain
It’s when
the gardener tends
the orchids
One observes the fact
That
They cling on to greater trees
Like children
much rely on their parents…
These gain
their sustenance
out of august trees.
This is the same with
Climbers and creepers as well…
Do human beings cling to God
And get oriented?
16 November 2021
Categories:
cling, god, humanity, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Blue
twinges
of lament
cast gaunt shadow
o’er my dreadful pang
as a grim mist segued
into dark claustrophobic
cantons where rabid zeal of hearts
once smouldered from magma’s deep red vein
Yet I cling to golden dawn recall
of lazy strolls in lush green mead
wild sniff of purple heather
neath sun-drenched sky aflame
gusts of joy rippling
froth-rim brook waltz
now toilworn
gaudy
dream
Categories:
cling, anxiety, care, character, courage,
Form:
Nonet
CLING TO THAT HOPE
Though you may never understand the reason for this trial,
Why suddenly your world caved in and took away your smile,
You still can reach out to the Lord, and He can help you cope,
So place your burden at His feet and cling now to that hope.
Though many questions plague your mind, you wonder what went wrong,
The storm that you’re now going through has stole your joyful song,
You still can draw near to His side, His promises can claim,
So take your grief and tears to Him and call upon His name.
Though suddenly your life is changed and you feel left alone,
There’s one who never left your side and all your cares has known.
It did not take Him by surprise, His comfort now is here;
If you will just now call on Him, you’ll see that He is near.
It’s hard to look beyond what seems the end now of your rope,
But He is at the other end, so cling now to that hope.
Our words have such a limit now, there’s much we cannot say,
And we, too, do not understand why this has come your way.
But we know you can call on God and we know you will find
His words of comfort, promise, too, will calm your troubled mind.
Somehow this all will work for good, though that is hard to see,
But God’s grace always will endure; in Him’s security.
God’s promise says your loved one dwells now where life’s weights are broke,
So place your faith in Him right now and cling now to that hope.
Dedicated to the family of Jay Wilhelm.
Categories:
cling, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
a brown and curling maple leave hangs suspended mid-air
in the clearing by the lake, transfixed by the view and kindness
woven within the web it watches the rain fall
within the transparent lace-like web, it curls inward
its only movement seems a solemn gesture of reverence
with its last bit of I it sighs, what better place to die
shielded from the gentle rain within the prayerful curl of sable leaf
the spider waits for the Autumn wind to tear them free, to fly ... on
to see the conifers green among the forest's rise
brisk winds rent the leave from loom and upward rise the pair
a spider spinning on the sable leave of maple anchored by a strand
as we our spirits torn, are reborn, within the clutch
the center holds sound its claim nature's umbilicus, man
like the spider's leaf born flight, we seek on unknown winds to rise
gentle the breeze or harsh the Fall's feverous gale, still … we rise
First Published in Fall Legends - Kind of a Hurricane Press 2013
Categories:
cling, adventure,
Form:
Sijo
I will cling to hope As I clung to the picture of you approaching over the horizon
I will cling to hope As I clung to your mother’s hand with you kicking your way into life
I will cling to hope As I clung to silent sleep on wooden benches waiting in a corridor
I will cling to hope As I clung to your crib and your mothers peaceful sleep of bearing a son unto the world
I will cling to hope
I will cling to pictures of you smiling as I cling to the shade protecting you from the rays
I will cling to hope Watching another dawn for you of the Highveld sun
Watching you toss and turn as if your dreams are mine and to this hope you clinging too.
I will cling to hope as I cling to you.
W. Arends
Categories:
cling, baby, birth, celebration, child,
Form:
Abecedarian
To cleave to cling
To hold to one thing
To follow to stay
Not go astray
To have to hold
To do what is told
To stick to one thing
Not just wear a ring
To feed and pray
To see everyday
To live in faith
Not remember mistakes
To love to cherish
Till one should perish
To seek to find
In next life time
Categories:
cling, devotion
Form:
Quatrain
I've been caught in tempest winds
with hurricane strength, they have blown
I've been guilty of committing many sins
and poor seeds, sometimes, I have sown.
I've worn a diamond on my left hand
and took it off when my marriage ended.
A symbol of love was my wedding band,
thrown away when my life was defended.
I've walked in the midst of pouring rain
heard thunder crashing all around me.
I've felt physical and emotional pain
until I knew I had to set myself free.
I've stood in a cane field and one of wheat
watching storm birds rise and take flight.
At times I wanted something more to eat _
and times I cried myself to sleep at night.
I've wakened in the hush of a quiet morn
wondering why the birds weren't singing.
And then I remember why my dress is torn.
In my head, bells peal out their loud ringing.
I've looked at stars glowing above my head
and wish I could see them twinkle at dawn.
I've tried to forget my sorrow and stay in bed
with shades and curtains pulled and drawn.
But there is one hope to which I always cling.
It's comfort in knowing that my Father cares.
He's the reason I still have the courage to sing
and the weight of all of my burdens, He bears.
Categories:
cling, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
mirror tells lies when it looks back at you,
image shown is which you already knew,
does not show your thoughts, wisdom, or feelings,
image not truth, however appealing.
the body you inhabit is your dorm,
your name is tag for the physical form,
the self is seeker searching for answers,
search tool is intellect with such powers.
your journey is not of the mind alone,
body ages, dies has no sins to atone,
sins are of active mind that deal with trials,
that deal with challenges and times betrayals!
the true journey is one deep within you,
a passive observer with clear view,
one not affected by any events,
it questions nothing, it makes no comments.
passive observer lives in each of us,
that is part of supreme divine pureness,
dwell in that passive mind to free the self,
past lives are mirages of memory shelf.
it was born the moment of our first cry,
stays with us till the far end when we die,
untainted, untarnished, piece of divine soul,
to merge with eternity, final goal.
your images of past are not images of you,
to such false identities bid adieu,
memories, relations are of physical,
eternal our presence, body ephemeral.
Categories:
cling, birth, blessing, death, devotion,
Form:
Rhyme
THE COLD CLING OF SPRING
Pretty petals ferociously fall as Spring releases its fury.
Blooming cherry blossoms in disarray, decry a disaster.
Rosebuds refuse to unfurl like a flummoxed fist of stubbornness.
Like moray eels, the moss morphs into a menacing hue,
as blackened clouds crowd out the signs of light and life.
The wind in winey whisper, wallows and whips up, into meringue swells.
Pathological pines, with nesting nettles, fly through worried windows,
and ornery oaks uncork an unholy battle for the braveheart to lose.
Voracious ivy vines, unwind, wrap up a horrified house like a ghastly gift.
Teeny tiny eyes in buried basements hearken to the howl of the harried storm.
Sheltered shells of confusion, await the arrival of calm and catastrophe.
Flash of a fresh new day, finds friends hugging, holding hands, waxing wings
of action, surveying the skies, the smiling sun, the warmth
of Winter’s waning and Spring’s taming. Yet the cold clings
to the forest of ferns and forget-me-nots, fretting at mocking skies,
mottled in chaotic cataclysmic chokehold like weary wrestlers.
When will this season settle down? Dreary and drowning in snow and rain.
Disdain on bushy brows. Parasols on parade in perpetual mourning frown.
Still evergreen buds, buddy up to branches, and dot-to-dot blossoms
appear amidst a washed out willow slowly sipping sanguine revelry.
3/27/2018
Silent One’s Alliteration Contest
Categories:
cling, spring, weather,
Form:
Alliteration
Cabbage and clover
Cling to thee jagged edge
Why the moon shadows
Categories:
cling, imagination, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Haiku
~Cling To the Magic~
(Daveda's Angel)
(Book Review)
I
Have to say
Book
Very beautiful to read take a look
"Cling to the Magic" when you read
It'll make you smile many times
Thru every page spread
Find magic great book
Many
Styles
Make time worthwhile
Some make you wonder
When read you won't regret
It sure will make you ponder
Try get poetry book it's great
With it can learn a lot and have fun
Beautiful book hard to put down till done
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
April.14.2016
~Author's Notes:
"Daveda's Angel" is a poetry style by Daveda Gruber.
Categories:
cling, beautiful, blessing, books, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
In silence, a gaze skyward,
Where a myriad toppling
Glitters of sun dusts dance.
Behind clutch of hands,
Or is it bark, befuddled.
Head resting, obliterated words,
Come! stumbled form
Forget! lips and sound.
Remember! legs entwined,
Hold tightly! from behind,
As if bark on the ground.
One hand lifts a palm
Raised to the sun, shut down
Tired eyes. Thoughts disjointed
Remember the name, a name.
Tree oh tree, it is the same,
Remember me, this sore
Body was once cogitative.
Give in, fuse!
Cling to this wood as final.
Hear a distant name,
Faint familiar sound, same
As once called, a wall
Plummet into the sun
Too bright, a hand closes softly painful eyes.
Rumble of voices far away too close by
Hands tear twigs and twines,
Branches and leaves.
Inside something grieves,
And hears: it will be fine.
Safe from my tree, can’t stay.
Tree, oh tree, they set me free!
***
Februari 1, 2017
Categories:
cling, abuse, anxiety, child abuse,
Form:
Free verse
I cling to your promise with every breath I take
There is no greater love than that
Knowing you chose me while still in my mother's womb
Your love surrounds me still even on my difficult days
I am worthy, still so worthy
I thank you for your grace, for your mercy always
There is no greater love than that
Surrounded by Your splendor
So undeserved
I shall cling to your promise every new day
©04052023
Categories:
cling, faith, trust,
Form:
Free verse