Best Grip Poems
Roses have bloomed colorful, wearing
A symphony of red, white, and pink.
Gardenia and Jasmine pose in white,
Butterflies are fluttering in delight.
Insects are pollinating flowering trees
Devouring nectar, a fee for the service.
Apple flowers, pretty in pink and white.
Purple peach flowers, an enchanting sight.
The fig trees nearby have flowers too
Greenish blossoms hidden from view
The tiny buds, look like fruits indeed!
In fact, they're inverted flowers within.
Flowers' aroma attracts female wasp
Eager to lay eggs, as romance begins
Inside the Syconium of a male flower.
A mutualism yearning for symbiosis.
Baby wasps will soon mature
The siblings will mate with each other
Wingless males will die, females will fly
In a hurry with the pollen they carry
Searching new male flowers to breed.
Female flowers exude a special scent
Tricking the wasp to shimmy in the stem,
A one way street to death sentence.
Female flowers pollinate, don't reciprocate
No place for the wasp to lay its eggs.
Having lost its wings, it dies for a cause
The flowers in time digest the dead wasp
And grow into a ripened fruit we call fig.
Just this one time, mutualism lost its grip.
A desire of truth only his pleasant warmth
can provide comfort. As I age tears and disquiet
are my reward. I'm saddened by reality.
I, an old brittle woman has lost sketched
from memory, crystal sparks adoring our life
all replaced with winter's sleep and loneliness.
For I am weak, searching, reaching for what is,
really is. Drowning, struggling through
the chilly winds with aching darkness.
Day after dark day, my home, a sealed coffin;
in a bitter resentment detestable world.
Crazed, I gaze out at verge of night
at the gnarled sky and beyond
and grip to hope unwilling to let go.
1/13/2020
Aching
The word cancer is so crippling
On trembling legs,
we are tiny in this airy ceiling height
Despite one had
suspicion in advance
A serious diagnosis - what now?
The disease has been given a name
// Grip a deep breath and continue
nothing just falls from the sky
- always look ahead - Me and I //
The mental pain is tiring in the body
No ones ever said your life would be easy
I wish to read all the page of
"The Book Of Life"
// Grip a deep breath and continue
nothing just falls from the sky
- always look ahead - Me and I //
Slow down and do your very best
Shave off your self-pity
Our biggest weakness is giving up
Nothing can be done without hope
The goal is to grab the next step
toward living life to the fullest again
// Grip a deep breath and continue
nothing just falls from the sky
- always look ahead - Me and I //
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09/10/2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Will to Survive Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
2nd place in the contest
Summer's passed on to meltdown
Nature sways in winds of change
A flowing cascade hastens
Woodland stage waits another dawn breaks.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Emulating Robert Lindley's new form, 'Lind30'
Single Flower, In Winter's Grip
cold and frozen heart
graveyard, abandoned tombstone
life, fires, dead ashes
Robert J. Lindley, 11-13-2019
Haiku, ( Where Sorrows Meet Memories )
She struts with a strategic lust
punishing hesitation with voluptuous thrust,
invading my chamber of fresh heart and hard part
certain for her meal of tender male from the start,
perfume from waving sea spreading broadly through this fantasy
skin textured fine with urge for pulsing vine, Goddess grins robustly,
she walks in rosebud red
stalks the songs and lips within this throbing head,
the call she croons to with curving tongue
door of desire widens to release a white river upon breasts divinely hung -
J.A.B.
With a whispering sigh,
I feel your kiss caress my lips
My heart begins to race,
as I place my hands on your hips
Longingly my body craves,
the gentle touching of your fingertips
Touch me here, touch me there,
Moaning softly I feel your hands begin to slip
Across my neck and down my back,
Enjoying the frenzy as our clothes rip
Onto the bed we slowly lay,
You the ocean, and I the ship
Beads of passion begin to cascade,
As we are joined together on this climactic trip
Our quickened hearts both beat as one,
Infused together in loves most fierce grip
An arousingly poetic collab with the one and only Germaine Pasley ;)) 6/16/12
None of my secrets could be darker than yours,
and as raging rivers cutting through prairies;
your haste missed what my words revealed;
crying out the beautiful word, " Love " scared you indeed.
Wouldn't it been much easier to have shown honesty
and banished any doubt that made you lose
the grip on reality and time? If someone refuses
to deal with the dilemma she has caused:
what can be done to prevent it from happening?
I suggest you forget me and the thoughts spoken
to charm a lonely man whose seduced heart
couldn't give up the one who made him dream in daylight.
Sometimes sudden revelation hurts more that hidden pain,
a pain that was meant to reveal desire...
a desire felt but never fulfilled as a promise;
and who asks this question, " Do you love me or not? "
Having two broken hearts is a real tragedy...
two souls seeking love, denying the possibility
of ever being together in life and death;
then what is the best solution for us:
to end it before obsession becomes madness...
turning a bright dream into ugly darkness?
the brick wall
cracked and ancient
strength of ivy
hands of the north wind
suffocate viridian
bruised; reds and yellows
I bet you think you know me A smile on my face A laugh in the air
My world has not a care
But that’s not the truth
Im a deciver
I hide behind this lie
My face is a Mirror of what you all need to see
But Im lost inside
Hidden in the darkness of loss
No one sees me
If you knew how I feel deep down
You wouldn’t love me
Couldn’t
Shouldn’t…
I miss her in my world
I miss my best friend
I miss my other half…
Life can be so cruel making us strong people say
One day I plan to leave this place
And run away from thoughts and memories
They tell me im lucky, and I know I am.
But I am sad and lost
So I am leaving
I promise Ill come back one day
After Ive seen what I need to see
And this brokenness inside me finally starts healing
He had a toothache to see the Dentist about.
The Dentist said that tooth must come out.
Choose a needle or gas
But the man said alas
I choose neither he said with a shout.
The Dentist said will a Viagra pill do?
The man said is that something new?
I'll tell you the truth
when I pull that tooth
I'm gonna need a place to hang on to!
Out in the midst of a deep dark forest the soothsayers silently sat.
As they tried to make out either heads or tails from the entrails of a cat.
“What think ye?” said the first to his scrutinizing mate.
“What is it that we can tell King Eric about his coming fate?”
His wife took only a moment to consider what she had to say.
Then she offered up her thoughts “I think it will rain today.”
“Rain?” asked Keith the conjurer as stared at his Mariann.
“What does that have to do with the king? I don’t see how it fits the plan.”
“The King relies on Sir John the Brave he’s the knight that is truly trusted.
But when he travels with the King today he’ll become completely rusted.
And in his suit of armor Sir John will be frozen into place.
Allowing the King’s enemies to overcome him in the chase.
Tell the King to remain castle bound for at least another week.
He should not try to make a move until once again we speak.”
Then Mariann the seer moved a little closer to the fire,
And smiled because she knew she held the King like vice grip pliers.
See the golden goose.
Flutter its wings.
The boy from the matchbox.
Wants golden wings.
So he wakes up the giant.
From his dreary sleep.
'Cause the goose is what the giant had.
To keep up his keep..
So the boy climbs down a string.
That's attached to the lace of a shoe.
He keeps real quiet.
So the giant doesn't move.
He swings 'round and 'round.
Trying to keep in groove.
The giant stands up, in a hurriedly move.
The boy falls off the string.
'Cause he couldn't keep grip.
Clambered through the keyhole.
Going flippy flip..
He landed on the ground.
Taking off in a flash.
He took off in a flash; saying,
'this place is a jip'
Children's Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1983,2015..ALL rights reserved.
The she,
A distant love,
Two lives that became one,
Heart broken, but feelings linger,
The he.