Best Gasp Poems
1st lover
winter’s last gasp
bone chilling loneliness ....
warm scent of your coat
2nd lover
reaching across miles
sending balmy loving thoughts
returning with spring
distance of no consequence
cold weather unimportant
For Debbie's " Lover contest" won no. 5
Categories:
gasp, love, romance
Form:
Haiku
Porcelain shroud slowly falls;
hapless Mother trapped inside.
For the next twelve weeks at least,
her time she’ll be forced to bide.
Returning from his exile,
Uncle Jack’s come out to play.
Across our world, it’s been said:
free to have his wicked way.
Undeterred, life struggles on;
endangered mammals slumber.
Safe, secure and snuggled down,
climate does not encumber.
Signs of season everywhere;
glassy ice and icy glass.
Crisp, consoling cracks ring out;
the crunch of frost-crusted grass.
Deep within the forest’s womb,
hidden seeds of life gestate.
Once this weather does improve,
eager to embrace their fate.
Newborn shoots raise sleepy heads;
late frost strikes a grievous blow.
Others will soon take their place,
bursting from the soil below.
Wisps of freezing fog linger;
this last vestige Jack did grasp.
But ‘tis futile, this foray;
Winter’s final, feeble, gasp.
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(C) John C Michaels, 5th March 2017
Submitted to Rob Carmick's "Screwed XVII" contest (judged 6th May 2017)
(3rd Place)
Originally submitted to the "Open Poetry Competition" sponsored by Charlotte Jade Puddifoot (5th March 2017)
Categories:
gasp, daffodils, seasons, snow, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
October, you are the final burst of life,
before winter’s sad and lonely gloom,
paints the trees and meadows white,
and locks us inside its frozen tomb…
Categories:
gasp, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
It began with rain, pelting
yellow daffodils to the ground.
Sleet rode rain's coattails,
staccato dings on our windshield.
In the empty parking lot,
black-lettered buses stood
empty; no church today.
Through potato-soup lunch,
we watched quarter-size
snowflakes cover sleet.
Over hours of a long, gray day,
snow mounded, transformed
familiar objects into phantoms.
Suet cake brought birds,
squabbling for food,
through the rising mantle.
One kicked snow behind
on the deck floor, its tiny feet
scratching like a chicken.
Wild Wind swept in,
shoved snow off tree limbs,
cleared rooftops, created
a sweeping screen of white
in the snowy air.
World without color,
a total whiteout of raw beauty,
surpassed only by concern
for the birds.
Categories:
gasp, bird, rain, snow, daffodils,
Form:
Free verse
Once knew this man from Peru
His body odour was disgusting peewww
Whenever he passed
Flowers would gasp
As the air turned a violety blue
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
gasp, funny,
Form:
Limerick
I gasp
Morning is cold.
I outstretch my arm in empty reach.
I gasp.
I listen for the miracle: the shower
door closing behind him.
I gasp.
I wait for my toweled Rodin and
the whistling kettle.
I gasp.
I’m not sure if can get up today.
My breath returns and I robotically rise,
Gasping.
Kathryn M. Collins©
revised Nov. 15, 2013
(would have been our 44th anniversary)
Categories:
gasp, bereavement,
Form:
The snow this morning
looks like powdered sugar
sprinkled on lime Jell-O
The grass
already “greening up”
is lightly dusted
with those powdery flakes
I watched drift down
at 5:00 AM
Yet the sun, rising at 7:00
is laughing at the snow
assuring the daffodils
the crocus and hyacinth
they simply have nothing
to worry about.
At 9:00 AM
The sun’s promise
strikes true.
© cfa 3/27/2015
Categories:
gasp, beauty, nature, seasons, daffodils,
Form:
Free verse
My feet are stuck in the mire
I struggle but cannot free myself
As the mud gets higher and higher.
And the more I struggle and fight
The deeper I go
Down into the murky suffocating
Depths below.
The mud rises now rises up to my waist
I panic arms aloft and let out a primal scream
''Help me''!!!!!!
In haste
But no one comes
As reality bites
About my impending demise
As my muddy grave and impending
Death
As I struggle
With one last gasp of breath.
My bones never discovered
The mires secrets kept
Never missed forgotten
Not even a whisper of a thought
In anyone's mind of me
No sadness or regret.
I am nothing.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2015. May.
Categories:
gasp, anxiety, emotions, fear, grief,
Form:
Free verse
Summers final gasp
Hazy skies,heat,thunder claps
Fall colors anew
Categories:
gasp, change, seasons,
Form:
Haiku
Yesterday death said in passing...
“Someday it will be your turn,”
Always from dark mood harassing,
Never master, just intern.
Days awaken sleepy idler,
Death’s chill lost to summer breeze,
Autumn’s leaves show hidden color,
Spring’s joy melting winter’s tease.
Nature’s cycles run like clockwork,
Hum with sound of rushing birth,
Evolution’s crowning bulwark,
God’s true plan for fledging earth.
How in life’s ecstatic clamor,
Has death even got a prayer?
Time unwinding without stammer,
Endings really are not there.
Life unfolds as God would have it!
God is dead?! Death has no voice!
Sleep in peace for morn will come yet,
Master’s plan divulges choice.
Brian Johnston
February 8, 2016
Categories:
gasp, life,
Form:
Rhyme
The stronger
the grasp,
the longer
the gasp.
Volodymyr Knyr
2014
Categories:
gasp, humorous, strength,
Form:
Couplet
As Michael slay the dragon under God's command
Reni and Palumbo outstretched their hands
As that ancient serpent was finally cast away
Young Jacopo the dyer painted all the day
As the seraph vanquished the devil forever
Raphael began his draught board endeavor
Finally the mighty spear had met its principal foe
And the brush met the canvas for Giordano
Categories:
gasp, allegory, destiny, evil, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
She's grown fond
of the void lulling around her exoskeleton
She's brought horror to
diligent obtuse slaves
The quiver in her giggle
heeds her cerebellum celebration for the rats that claw at the flesh walls
Jokes on the vermin, jokes on everyone
germ spreader dictates a varied vacation from the norm
the wicked only wither at the hint of a storm
It's in their genes
in between
and all part of "the scene"
a hellish landscape comprised of wooden dolls cradled by gelatin snakes
It's about to forsake the world
She's about to regurgitate the stars over absent bowel syndrome
She's loved and out
sprained by clout
itched severed love cloth
begging for a spout
Brave ones be near her
Sing the strings of cellos wrapped at her ankles
Bring the sins of her meta-skeleton
Drag her through the snow
freeze everything she knows
Categories:
gasp, art, giggle,
Form:
Free verse
oh my final gasp and breath in this earthly realm- it was beautiful . . .
________________________
December 26, 2018
Poetry/Monoku/final gasp
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1098-349-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, The Last Line
sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
Categories:
gasp, death, life,
Form:
Monoku
GASP OF AIR
Death claims all the Victory
In this life given to me.
It owns the very parts of Me
Which mingled with One’s chemistry
To build a brand new entity,
Just to have him ripped from me.
Who was the enemy?
My own womb, specifically
Betrayed us all, ejecting
This tiny piece of Humanity.
Scrap to you? Not to me.
I still ache longingly
To nurse and cradle this piece to me.
Twenty years and constant suffering,
More Death than Life, if you ask me,
Since my three children’s lives
Were deemed by Someone “Not to Be,”
And Mother never made of me.
What rules for such a Tragedy?
No One knew, apparently.
All Baby Bumps avoided me,
As if my “inability To carry”
An unspeakable disease,
Passed contagiously.
Alone, I bear their Memories;
Always My Responsibility.
Now I’ve become too fatigued
To honor them effectively;
They only Live in Memory.
I’m not too proud to beg your sympathy.
I’ll even make this plea upon my knees:
Would you be willing,
Momentarily,
To hold MY children in YOUR hearts
So I can breathe?
Categories:
gasp, anxiety,
Form:
Rhyme