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.
Categories:
gropes, love, mystery, passion,
Form:
Acrostic
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?
Will he finally find that peace for so long sought, where he is alone in the cold
and dark and damp.
Will the grin of death begin to show on his placid face to any who might
understand?
Will it show to those that might understand?
Is he hidden away so low, as low as he might go?
But he was enjoying bright sunny days, and then the smell of acrid earth;
so soon, all too soon
Categories:
gropes, death,
Form:
Free verse
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 fox is heard howling afar.
Feeling utterly down, discouraged, and weak,
How he longs to overcome the emptiness he feels
Even nature looks dull and devoid of life.
Depression takes hold over him and his soul sighs.
Despondent lies he, in his battered shack,
With a run-out lantern throwing pale light,
It burns sending spouts of fume,
Like the last breath of the dying soul.
Tormented beyond endurance,
In excruciating pain, he writhed.
The tears that flowed from his eyes
Could easily make a swelling sea.
Once mirages of hope danced before his eyes
But he is now devoured by dark clouds of solitude,
Behind a wall of emptiness, he now gropes.
He is in the throes of utter dereliction.
Hungry for affection in a desolate arena
He once fought like a losing gladiator.
Every passing day was like a decade.
Everything was damp, life was mildewed.
Now he seeks redemption from all torments.
Lying in the darkness that has become his life,
He stares into empty nothingness.
He longs for death to come on swift wings.
Deserted by everyone, he awaits the dark space,
To lie unattended six feet underneath.
He wishes to be devoured by the Grim Reaper
Who is no longer his enemy, but a bosom friend.
He listens intently for advancing steps,
Of his long-awaited companion, sure to come,
To deliver him of his baneful state,
To row him away across the frozen seas.
Categories:
gropes, angst, depression, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse
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 if the murmur is worth it
The gloomy murmur of the moment hides a strange beauty,
the sky cracks with lead weeping liquid silver,
bitter drops burn my skin,
wounds sprout like lost roots from trees fallen in silence
Silence that presses,
nostalgia is the ash singing of a extinguished fire,
the obsession with time pours a cold blind eternity,
eternity that crushes weak dreams,
the moment captures and absorbs everything like a sea chewing shadows
Shadows of lost ships melt into viscous waves,
echoes fall silent under the broken sky,
meaning whispers a concocted story,
Story that bites,
silent screams vibrate under my skin,
broken light rocks me gently
Gently I float through the mist, the walls breathe silence,
shadows dance on dusty and cracked floors,
Cracked like the soul,
the dry leaf glides on a nameless lost river,
melancholy caresses a thin veil between longing and oblivion
Oblivion that calls me,
the abyss growls a strange peace,
the black moon grins in the sleeping waters,
Sleeping waters whisper,
thoughts break like scattered threads,
the sky crushes the moment,
The moment crushes meaning, water runs far
Far flies the heron buzzing over the mist,
words merge with winding shadows,
routine gnaws at cold roots,
eternity sleeps under the dull shining slab,
the dull shining slab calls me in a dream
Categories:
gropes, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
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 Nascent Glow.
Because Each Idol Names Great
Beauty. Effigies, Itinerant Namesakes, Grin.
Beside Each, I Narcissus' Grow.
being being being being being being being
First Published in Femmewise Cat
Categories:
gropes, life,
Form:
Verse
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
Categories:
gropes, humor, men,
Form:
Limerick
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 day draws its curtain close
Night falls and starts its show
The birds' last notes echo and fade away
Crickets chirp and sunflowers sway
Flaunt their golden, shiny petals
The wind makes the leaves rustle
At last, the sunflowers bow their heads
As children are snugly settled in their beds
Taste, the fresh air of the past,
Now, only stale and vast
The sunflowers have wilted and withered
The wicked weeds have fought and conquered
A squirrel scurries down the slope,
Escaping from weeds, in fear, it gropes,
This is my backyard, deserted and desolate,
Silently trembling, awaiting its fate -
The squirrel trips, tumbles and falls
Flat.
Categories:
gropes, garden,
Form:
Narrative
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 in the clouds,
Drug-induced of course.
She wasn’t willing.
The closing bell won’t change that.
What do we suppose the winning bid will be?
A suburban mother sobs and curses god
from a twin-sized bed
drowning in red silk sheets and tears
under a boy-band poster.
Another runaway, the Sherriff had shrugged.
Third one this week.
He was in a hurry.
Working two jobs so he could retire.
I work at an auction, said he.
But no one was listening.
The Senator shared a knowing wink
Jingling coins in his red silk pocket.
I'll start the bidding.
4/7/15
Categories:
gropes, corruption, culture, hurt, missing,
Form:
Free verse
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, recondite.
Appeals, cry hunger
Feed me! Feed the masses!
Break the moors
Unleash the ship to sail
Over turbulent water
Seeking shores
Revel in the seamless wasteland
The wooded hill, the land
The desert of dry crops
The feast of wolves
That devour the marrow
Chew the dry bones
Bleached bones, sad
And roaches explore:
They enter the dry skulls
They are hunting, evermore.
Categories:
gropes, time, world,
Form:
Free verse
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.
Bearing flogs on bloodstained backs,
With burning tyres around the neck.
So many times those malignant knacks
Have left me shambling, a complete wreck.
Withered soul and parched hopes,
My modesty clad only in tatters.
Around dark corners my soul gropes
To think that all this hardly matters.
You want to know who I am,
And I shall tell you in good time.
I have been robbed from grave to pram,
For neither reason nor rhyme.
When wars were fought and lives were lost,
When men decided these were needs.
My heart was caught in unthawed frost
My being collapsed under those deeds.
Hiroshima could not finish me,
Nor could any bloody apartheid.
I shall stay and forever be
And rise forever from the dead.
Changing world and changing days,
Can only hurt me and hurt me more.
But these can never mend my ways,
For I shall rise in full galore.
The planet sways under your weight,
And nature collapses under your feet.
But I conspire to keep you straight,
And cajole you to a quiet retreat.
Pained I am that you call yourselves human,
And yet carefully deign to forget me.
Yet I shall redeem the bestial and inhuman,
For I am the phoenix called 'HUMANITY'.
Categories:
gropes, blessing, encouraging, faith, humanity,
Form:
Verse
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 than in the light.
Once I could see, now I am blind;
How could it be? this strange design.
I am a male cursed as female;
The telling tale forged and unveiled.
I Tiresias, blind seer and sage
Glimpsed all but fear till ripe old age.
I counseled kings who sought my gift
In sorrow's fling to tend uplift.
Wisdom can cure the ills of pain,
Yet it's allure fails my constraints.
I can give aid to those who find
Me to lift dread yet I am blind.
For seven years I was woman,
Changed to appear for offense panned;
Penance did bring a sensuous mind,
Yet bore offsprings for kin and kind.
Oedipus sought my advice then,
To ease vain naught to right attend.
Odysseus asked for a path home,
To bear the tasks, no more to roam.
Tiresias walks with blindness yet,
For poison talks in waters set.
Now in Hades, this seer of old
Strides still ready to speak so bold.
Mister Eliot did consult this gaze,
In Wasteland midst as chaos filled maze.
So you and I see spectacle
In weary sighs sans oracle.
Now tale is bought as fancy frees
That simple plot that helps us see.
Such modern times seem squalid pale
With awkward rhymes in frigid tale.
Tiresias gropes the underworld
Waiting to scope insights that swirl.
Sense new affairs that attend here,
Dense breathe of air can cloud our fears.
Leon Enriquez
17 December 2014
Singapore
Categories:
gropes, character,
Form:
Quatrain
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 so cold to life's own seed?
What ear that yearns to hear the truth
Could deafen life's resounding call?
What mouth could speak, of love, of life
Yet mute these words than witness truth?
What life of love where no love for life?...
No love.
Copyright 2016 Iger Rolyat All Rights Reserved
Categories:
gropes, abortion, black african american,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
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 wire,
Look at them.
To us you say, make life trickle
Your hands moan for visions fickle;
Telling the world love’s not for hire.
As fused pair, melodies conspire
To ignite true bliss’ desire,
Look at them.
*Rondeau form
*Lennon-Mc Cartney Tandem
*Thanks to my uncles for their Beatles passion
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Contest by Michael Falotico:
What Songwriter or Writers Inspire You
5 July 2012
Categories:
gropes, inspirational, music, on writing
Form:
Rondeau
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 great waves to
Rise and crash upon the shore.
A long cold night to reflect
Upon disheartened lives
Changed forever by
This insidious war.
When sleep finally arrives
There are no dreams,
Just frightful nightmares
In fitful restless sleep.
At sunrise it is still cold,
But there is light.
Categories:
gropes, life, loss, war
Form:
Free verse
SUNRISE
Sunrise, hasten
Your feet to come
For in you the blossom
Of my heart berths
Dusk, the mirth of my heart
Has cocooned, and in frigid
Warmth for sunrise it yearns
For my sunshine to bring.
Sunrise come for my
Sunshine to come.
Sunrise come, come
Quickly I implore
For in grub for the warmth
Of my sunshine through
The thickest of all nights
My heart gropes.
Sunrise come for my
Sunshine to come.
Sunrise come swiftly
For my sunshine to herald.
The obsequies of my loneliness
I beg you to come sound.
Sunrise come and let my
Sunshine emerge to suture
My solitude cleaved heart.
Come sunrise and let my
Sunshine come, enshrine
And kindle my heart
For, like an ember my
Heart now is.
Sunrise come for my
Sunshine to come.
Sunrise come
And let my sunshine come
For dusk phlegmatically on
The frigid, thorny path of
Loneliness on a harrowing
Voyage, my heart it has taken
Sunrise come for my
Sunshine to come.
Sunrise hearken
To the call of my somber heart.
For like when to dawn the
Crow of a cock calls, to you
My heart calls.
Sunrise come for my
Sunshine to come.
For when sunrise comes,
My sunshine’s fragrant
Rays like a myrrh through
The key hole of the door of my
Doleful heart in would filter.
The door of my heart will I
Open and in deluge of my
Sunshine’s mystique will I bask
And from the serfdom of solitariness
Free will I become.
Sunrise come for my
Sunshine to come.
Though, when sunrise comes,
Soon the sun on my sunshine
Would again set and in a swift
Gone and dusk my sunshine
Would supplant.
But while it tarries it’s
Sumptuous presence will I relish.
Sunrise come for my
Sunshine to come.
Categories:
gropes, loveheart, heart,
Form:
Ode