Best Gropes Poems

Siphoned light gropes passengers
Hopeful for luminescent hearts,
Arching underneath bombazine drapes
Dusted with passionate legacies
Of original sin and the primogeniture son,
Wicked for nighttime plots savouring
Spicy love, exponential in a vivid darkness....

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Can a man go down among the dead?
	Can he lie in his oblong box – his long house forever,
	and be satisfied with never holding his heart’s desire?
	Will he be at home in the musty earth where the worm gropes in the dark and 
	damp?
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The sun has long receded from the sky,
Pallid gloom invades the wintry air,
Morbid silence hangs over him,
Memory sleeps like hibernating toads. 

Trees stand bare with no leaves to array,
The Earth lies shielded in its icy crust,
There is stillness, the stillness of the grave,
Breaking it, a...

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Broken mirrors crush me under deceptive appearances,
mutilated wisdom whistles hesitantly,
the heron gropes, flying through fragile fantasies and follies lost in the penumbra
Penumbra that pulses,
words flow like a black river rolling shadows,
Shadows that gaze at me with empty eyes,
routine breaks my shattered steps,
meaning seeps away,
I wonder...

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Beside Every Iridescent Node Grows
Beauty, Eyeing, Instigating, Nodding Gracefully.
Bounty Energizes Inundating Nascent Growth.
Brilliant Emerald Ignites Newborn Grains.

Bathers Each In Nuance Gather.
Beyond Eternity, Infinite Night Gropes. 

Beside Emerging Isotopes Nonchalantly Grasping 
Bottle-necked Entities In Nature’s Great 
Beneficence Engages Ideology's Non-sequitur
	Givers.

Bare endings. Idols Neglected Gape.
Basking Ecclesiastic Idiosyncrasies...

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Larry and Harry spend nights at a bar

Neither have a job or even a car

     Drunken Larry burps freely

     Harry gropes touchy/feely

That these two are unmarried is bizarre





*Written May 24 for Catie's contest...

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A squirrel scurries down the slope
Gathering sunflowers, full of hope
This is my backyard, young and alive
Into the green carpet, I dive

The grass is coated, wet with dew
Tickling my toes as I enjoy the view
Sweet, soft and subtle scent
Whiff from the sunflowers when you bend

As the...

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An unmarked auction house in the cellar
Fat cat millionaires outbid one another
A quiet pissing contest
To be the lowest of low-lifes.

A living corpse up for gropes...I mean grabs. 
She’s a virgin, for now.
Chocolate curls over a red silk chemise
Cerulean eyes, swollen.

Fifteen years old with her head...

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The room of books waits
Waits for a finger that gropes
Waits for a voracious mind
Waits for a tipping strum
A stroke of finesse
A feather of dust.

Principles, recondite
Particles will ignite
Growing with no motion
Acting with no motive
Like giants they step
All humble, alone in their fastness
Within the litany of words,...

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Trodden down and beaten out,
That is me for you and whole of the world.
While inside me I still shout,
"Wait to see my rage unfurled". 

Since long have I been messed and marred,
Raped, ravaged, killed and scavenged.
Undaunted still I have dared
To get all those wrongs avenged....

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”.... taste me….”

tell me how
in a keystroke
to make you come…

~ dripp
into me

”...with a devil’s tongue…”

suck it!

I’m undone!
and HOW
dare you
came!
don’t run
now coward
it’s ME…
your game
shreds a fabric
to burn a name

”...I want fire….”

eyes
flashed sin
seeking out
what’s really been
known
for all of time
~ this one
of a man kind
wants a she
to be...

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The tale now starts to fling enchant,
Let mind and heart surge piquant pun.
Seer of Greek lore strides in time lost,
Reminds of yore what foresight costs.


My eyes have seen the goddess bathe,
Spy the unseen this foolish knave.
Yet Zeus gave me sight in insight
To live more free...

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What mind enlightened of God
Could reconcile a forsaken entrustment...
To guardian the yet unborn?

What eye that sees by Light
Could blind itself this darkest deed?

What hand that prays and gropes in want
Could withhold the need of life to live?

What heart that beats the pulse of life
Could be...

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Look at them, all lonely people
Soaking your words in churned ripple
For in dreams are born, a spiked fire;
Twisting on strings plucked by your pyre
And lines croon, rising breath’s whistle.

Spilled notes creep and rouse life’s riddle
Let it be, verse gropes in vigil
Guitars strumming peace on live...

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This lost sorrowed soul 
Gropes for sanity 
In the presence of a dark moon, 
Waiting to begin her life anew 
Like her sister in the sky 
After both are drained 
From all their light. 
Wild winds blow fierce tonight--
Beating trees to bow low 
And causing...

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