Best Latch On Poems
Live for today, our wisdom cries,
On looking back through endless years
To youthful days with mackerel skies
When joy of living outweighed fears
Let's seize this moment while we can
Latch on to this day of life,
Those inner joys shared when a man
Does truly love his loving wife.
Leave old age for the elderly;
Let them reminisce
About the past, the things they've done,
The good old days they miss.
With age and wisdom as our forte
Let's love and laugh and roister.
Our ship has finally made the port;
The world's at last our oyster.
Our best of times ahead still lie
With greater happiness than ever.
Though yesterdays have all flown by
Tomorrow's dreams will last forever.
Categories:
latch on, age, courage, joy,
Form:
Rhyme
A deserted old house stood off the county road a little way.
To keep apace of living I rushed by it almost every day.
For years I'd wanted to visit there to see what secrets it held,
And perhaps find out about the folks who in it had once dwelled.
Towering oaks stood erectly as if to guard the old place.
Clinging vines held weathered clapboards in precarious embrace.
I mused as I opened the latch on the sagging garden gate,
"Why was it forsaken and left in such a forlorn state?"
Floors squeaked and mice skittered as I sauntered down the hall.
Abruptly, something caught my eye on the faded papered wall.
'Twas a grim, unsmiling portrait of a Victorian family of eight.
I wondered who they were and I pondered about their fate.
Off the hall was the parlor where stood a brick-lined fireplace.
I could fancy the cheery flames glowing upon each happy face,
As they celebrated gala affairs or gathered for family prayers.
Alas, the old folks passed on - their children seeking other affairs.
What had been a vibrant, loving home was now a house in shambles,
Almost overtaken by massive oaks, shrubs and tangled brambles.
But my downcast mood was uplifted despite the engulfing gloom,
As I saw roses planted so very long ago now in magnificent bloom!
Categories:
latch on, family, house, nostalgia, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Cherish me as I grow old, and am surely liable to forget things.
I know how interesting life is and the contentment it brings.
I know you'll make excuses to try and be miserable and even try not to go.
Now just have a good trip, even though I know your stress will just grow.
White, sandy beaches and salt tasted air, with an ocean so cold.
Aggravation sets in as we try to put our lawn chairs down to unfold.
Breathe, my love, its as simple as remembering the latch on the side.
Surely, all you had to do is ask, I'm tired of your old, stubborn pride.
Finally, we get our chairs situated and I'm ready to bask in the sun.
You ask for sun block and as I search, you assume I brought none.
Its just at the bottom of the beach bag, you stubborn old ass!
And don't think I don't see you sneaking a sip out of that flask!
I turn bronze as I used SPF 40, you chose SPF 15, and look at you.
Red as a lobster, mean as crab, and I'm enjoying the view.
I tried to tell you, but so stubborn, do you ever plan to listen?
Probably not now, nor never, so your skin will always be red and glisten.
How are you supposed to relax now that you can't move not even a limb?
Our stress free vacation, is as always, starting to look grim.
Oh well, aloe you up, and off to dinner we shall go and have some fun.
Take some Soma, Lortab, and Xanax and you'll be good and numb.
An hour later and you're stress free, and mostly out of that pain.
Good thing, because its in the forecast for Florida rain!
We'll hobble around the block and get soaking wet from head to toe.
Knowing tomorrow you'll be back in pain and stressed so we'll have to go.
But its like this every year, we plan to stay, but I know how you are.
One or two days of driving makes you stiff from sitting in the car.
It'll take the rest of our vacation for you to blister and finally peel.
You're the entertainment in my life, and that's why I'm with you still!
Categories:
latch on, adventure, devotion, family, funny,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
I look up high and low outside my window
While the whole wide world seems fast asleep
I think I hear sweet tears that angels weep
As breaks the far horizon with solar glow
I wander closer to my window pane
Look out and latch on to serenity
Peacefully I ponder vast infinity
While forsaking all dull thoughts mundane
Dawn's majestic celestial pageantry
Casts vibrations and dimensions apart
Bridging from the depths within my heart
Unruffled silences that whisper harmony
In the wee hours that launch the crack of dawn
A peek at heaven propels my spirit free
To roam the vast expanse of universe carefree
And release the inspiration my dream spawns
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on August 18, 2019 for contest WRITING CHALLENGE 2, AUGUST 2019 - ENCLOSED RHYME sponsored by DEAR HEART – RANKED 2ND
Categories:
latch on, appreciation, inspirational, morning, spiritual,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
i've always been the one to walk away first.
always kept my heart locked down deep.
i was always the one the boys wanted to wife,
and always the one girl to never want anyone.
i'm always the one to latch on to one.
Always the one to build a home in others.
do you understand what it means
to need someone so tenderly?
so forcefully and demanding.
i'm too harsh for my own heart.
i don't give myself a real chance
to be something truly great.
i thought finding warmth
in the empty holes of your heart
was how real love was meant be.
i thought the holes were there to be filled.
but your trenches are just warnings
to all new lovers lost in your eyes.
and the hollow words i mistook for real love.
what happened to our future?
was it ever really ours?
did you know all along
it would be yours alone?
who will come after me?
do you ever think about if this is forever?
was the last kiss really the last?
was the last fight it?
what if the last time
was the last time to say those words
that will destroy me til the end?
and don't ask my how my day is going.
it is the same as the week and the month.
any time without you isn't really time at all.
is this the last time i will have to say "i'm sorry"?
i shouldn't have made you my home.
but i just cannot believe
that we won't do the same things
we did just a month ago.
and i still take your back roads
when i get my morning coffee,
even though i always get lost.
sometimes i cry the whole car ride, alone.
and when i am getting wasted,
you better bet i'm on the best stuff,
because i know how much you'd love it.
to see me doing fine on my own.
i always want to make you proud
even if you aren't happy with me.
is this the last time to say those words?
the ones' that took all i had to offer.
maybe to you is it.
i'm always the one to walk away first
but babe you were different.
and i'm not quite sure how to deal.
when you tell me you'll love me forever
but can never see us always together
i get scared thinking you're doing fine
with my expected loyalty in the back of your mind.
Categories:
latch on, baby, beautiful, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
If everything was meant to happen and there was a so called 'God'
Than why is it that there's so much pain?
We weren't born in this world to inflict damage to ourselves
Or have it directed towards you from another source
If Jesus died for our sins
Does that mean we were already born tainted?
What about the babies that are exposed to drugs, nicotine, and alcohol when they were still in the womb?
So is it inevitable that their going to come out with defects and become an addict?
Where about's do they go when they die?
Can they never wash themselves clean?
Or did they not learn any lessons in the past life
so their made to go take a walk in somebody elses shoes
Getting tested from 'up above'
To see which path you'll take if there's a fork in the road
We were never not born
Just in a different form
Are miscarriages not an accident, but the fact that the fetus/baby didn't obtain a soul; it had no energy
Are multiple personality disorders caused by lost and lonely souls who'd committed suicide?
And had to relive their existence with out a quiet mind.
If there were five or more personalities the chit chatter in that persons head would get very noisy
It could be a low volume one minute, and the next be complete chaos
Every personality fighting to receive some love and attention
That person with the illness in the first place must be very sensitive
Not a lot of amour to protect them
They get over-really stimulated by their environment
And the lost souls latch on to them because they have a weak resistance
Every being must have some form of a mental illness
There's just different degrees
Categories:
latch on, addiction, life, mental illness,
Form:
Prose
You built me up made, made me trust you.
But now you’re the nightmare that plays even in the direct ray of light.
You make me fight not to call you because you are like a fire who made me burn so bright
Your glowing Tyz – yeh nothing to do with me but the little fire I let inside
At first nothing but a bit of warmth to find comfort in
But you find everyone noticing the light
You say it's meaningless but can't hide the smile - just some comfort in the cold gloomy nights
Really the fire is burning through everything inside
As you feel the heat beginning to fade all you can do is beg it to stay
I thought I wasn’t this kind of girl
Praying every day it finds something new to latch on
I thought I was more than some burnt up coal – hoping for some yellow ambers to become alight
The fire finds something new to latch on
As it always does
But I always thought it’d be another part of me
A chapter in our us
But maybe I am just summed up as dust
Since the fire left
I’ve tried so hard to burn
Flipping page to page
Lifting weights on weights
Going from candle to match
But you’re the only one who will ever let me burn so bright
But comfort in the cold isn’t easy when you're burnt to dust
Any little wind now has the power to rupture these ever so fragile pieces of dust
Categories:
latch on, 12th grade, betrayal, boyfriend,
Form:
Personification
The house is asleep
I'm left awake
A rumble shakes the rafters loose
I start to quake
I push the curtain lace aside
I crawl onto the window ledge
and poke my head and look about
A train is coming! Whizzing by !!
Is this a scheme to steal my dreams?
A train is speeding across the lawn
Through pillow down, and through the mist
I stretch my arm, with sleepy yawns
Reach out my hand and I latch on
A whistle blares, I feel the air
that rushes by, drifts over me
The engine steam, has taken me
into a cloud and I can see
a gondolier..., and heaping cars
of gold, and stacks of shining stars
The sleeper car has followed close
I close my eyes, and I am prone
We sail right up, into the stars
It takes me where the sky is clear
I hold onto a shooting star
Far past the moon and planet Mars
At speed of light, I have no fright
The track leads through the pitch of night
I travel on a the "Starlight Dream"
The clock ticks on, the track is long
Tomorrow's track will lead me back
And I will wake at crack of dawn
Back in my bed, where I belong
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8/6/15 For Mystic Rose's Contest: "Trains and Fantasy"
Categories:
latch on, dream, fantasy, night, travel,
Form:
Free verse
First read Jan Allisons, "One lonely musky tear"
One Lonely Musketeer
Tiss true I have me comrades
Men at arms, one for all and all for one
When it comes to love, seems I ride alone
A big nose of whiskey, the ladies seem to run
My sword may latch on to a knicker or two
Those lassies sure do run fast, they do
I serenade them with inebriated rhymes
They laugh and say I am out of me mind
I shall conquer armies on horse and sword
The thorn of the rose, and scorn of me mistress
Shall be my ultimate demise
One lonely Musketeer
Categories:
latch on, imagination,
Form:
Light Verse
The loneliness is unbearable
The misunderstanding is crippling
All the years of active rejection
Slowly engulfing the being
How I thought them to be the worst
But it’s the passive rejection
That’s what’s really killing me
The quiet shunning of who I am
The subtle hints that I’m not invited
It’s quite evil really
Unaware of why,
My bitterness grows
Thus if I ask, they’ll point to a monster
The monster they themselves created
Once a wide-eyed optimist
Transformed by the continuous rejection
See, it initiates the group’s strength
Knowing they shared in the killing
Leaving the remains to the birds
Starved the soul is
Craving something
Anything, a heart can latch on to
But nothing is there
Everyone leaves
Deep thoughts, an empty stare
Drown myself in music and writing
And so it does heal
The slow, gentle numbing of the emotions
Of the deep pain I feel
Living through the art form
The only life I have
An outcast, the lone wolf
My loud howl from the top of the mountain
It’s impact felt only from within
Inclusion, I often question if that’s all I desire
Inclusion simply for the sake of inclusion
It’s not, but how pleasant it would be to finally feel it
Perhaps just until the right ones come along
My feelings are a dark empty abyss
I feel everything, and yet nothing
Impossible to express, as even I am unaware
I’m getting lost in my head again
Overthinking and zoning
Suppose it is explainable
As I haven’t gotten much sleep
Symptoms Of A Paralyzing Depression
Course through my veins
And I am aware of them
And I am scared of them
Yet what can I do, surely can’t tell anyone
How would I live with myself
So I’ll keep it to my own
Knowing my burdening of them, their cold pity
It would prove them right
All along, they knew I was a loser
This self-fulfilling prophecy always occurs
Labeled as a rebel, an outcast
A loser, a pariah
I want my feelings to be known, want them understood
Want them gently caressed
But it seems that will never happen
I am socially depressed
Categories:
latch on, bullying, depression, feelings, introspection,
Form:
Little brother, do stand up high
And reach for my hand
Whilst I wipe your tears
And guide you past my stumbling toys
Like a drunken sailor with a blubbering cold
You latch on tight, like an Octopus bite
And catch my eye with that naive smile
To push-on by and walk with pride
No need for hands
Just a mischievous smirk
As you wave bye-bye
With my favourite toy!
Categories:
latch on, brother, child, childhood, cry,
Form:
Free verse
Fall is getting prompt for its chilly main part.
Spread each leaf until the forest floor is strewn.
Joined by bright leaves waving to the summer's past.
Differing old layouts, and not a trice too soon!
Spread each leaf until the forest floor is strewn.
And the heron shriek out above the clear blue air
Differing old layouts, and not a trice too soon!
While the white clouds emerge to shout "beware!"
And the heron shriek out above the clear blue air
The swollen creek has no time to fade away.
While the white clouds emerge to shout "beware!"
The Fall charm waits for our parent's offer lay.
The swollen creek has no time to fade away.
A woodpecker beats on a tree searching food.
The Fall charm waits for our parent's offer lay.
Mixed together, they make for a timing, good.
A woodpecker beats on a tree searching food.
A parade of old thoughts walks within new sense.
Mixed together, they make for a timing, good.
And nothing is lost when the mood is intense!
A woodpecker beats on a tree searching food.
A parade of old thoughts walks within new sense.
Mixed together, they make for a timing, good.
And nothing is lost when the mood is intense!
A parade of old thoughts walks within new sense.
My heart is racing as I latch on to beat.
And nothing is lost when the mood is intense!
The kernel of Autumn's singing is so sweet.
My heart is racing as I latch on to beat.
Joined by bright leaves waving to the summer's past.
The kernel of Autumn's singing is so sweet.
Fall is getting prompt for its chilly main part.
Written: September 02, 2022
Autumn Pantoum Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
latch on, analogy, appreciation, autumn, beauty,
Form:
Pantoum
Blue skies
Giant swarming horse flies
Swatting hands and fishing poles on deck
We hit the lake wide open, the whole time craning our necks
The sun heats our backs as the motor sputters and spits
We stop and cast waiting on the fish to hit
A few longs hours in I loose determination and start to slouch
I watch the line on the ripples and take a piece of bait from my waist pouch
I bait my hook with a glittery jig and throw out once again
I'll be damned if he didn't latch on, "Look I see his fin!"
My pole bends over as I keep tension on the line
I hear my reel screech and whine
He thrashes with fury and swims down deep
I see him jump. Oh this one I will surely keep!
I haul his 24 1/2 inch body onto our boat
He's a nice bass. I admire him and take my camera from my coat.
What a great day spent on the lake.
Categories:
latch on, adventure,
Form:
Couplet
Let's play a game, shall we?
It's a fun little number I like to call
"Do I miss you because I love you,
or because you're my brain's scar tissue?"
Let's review the facts, shall we?
You're a spoiled NEET who took pleasure from my pain
From making me bend over backwards
And watching my free will vanish
Like a parasite, you latch on to everyone
Begging for gifts and food like a child
Passive-aggressively plotting when you don't get your way
And everyone gives in to get you to shut up
By all accounts, you're a horrible person
So tell me why, tell me why
Why do you still haunt my dreams at night?
Why does the thought of losing you still hurt me so?
You're like heroin
Because man, doing lines of you through the night
Was the greatest high when the trip was fine
And the comedown was so fierce
So here I lay, sweating yet freezing
Dope sick and hungover after the greatest afterparty
Craving another hit to feel the ceiling again
Gently gnawing on my twelfth step chip
But you weren't always that way, you know
The love we shared was once pure
And each day was a blessing that I'd give so much to return to
And I think that's the you that I miss
But hey, that person died two years ago
You wore her skin so well that I didn't realize
That I still had a body to bury
Before you skinned it and wore it
More often than not, it's the pure memories I recall
When I'm clutching my phone with my thumb above the send key
And another withdrawal pang hits my temple
And jolts my thumb to the clear key
So where are you now?
I can't imagine I'm in a much better place right now
Eating my fourth cup of cup noodles tonight
Poring over a broth stained essay
It's comforting to share a pitiful existence with you
Because in a weird way, I feel more connected with you than ever
Sharing a loving, tender kiss across time and space
As we both scoop the last shrimp from the bottom of the cup
But each cup leads me closer to my dream
As you stagnate at home
Self-actualization is a difficult concept to measure
But your NEET dream dies with the last of your savings
The sun rises and the glare from the screen hits my eyes
Another frosty December morning
Through the sight of the rising sun and the scars you left behind
For now at least, you and I are forever intertwined.
Categories:
latch on, abuse, anger, death, dream,
Form:
Free verse
I’ve been trying to suppress it—
Haven’t you noticed?
There’s a pulse inside that must stay inside
There’s a crawlspace where I keep you as mine
I’ve been trying to kill it—
The feelings, they’re overwhelming
We’ve started a collection here,
And I know you want to get out
I’ve been trying to convince you—
That this is your home,
But you know the monster better than she knows herself
“Leave him alone”, a voice cries, “just leave him alone!”
Let him find the escape latch on his own
I’m not a monster till you proclaim it
I made this space for the two of us!
I don’t have claws—I don’t have sharp teeth
I simply have you
And you simply have me
I’ve been trying to move on—
Since the day you stopped moving
“Haven’t you noticed?” A judgmental voice queries,
“There’s no more room for you here!!!”
I’m not alone, no….
I refuse to believe you!
Get out!
Get out of our house!
He’s here with me…
He’s talking to me…
He keeps saying,
“Leave me alone!
Just leave me alone!”
As if you stuffed the very words into his skull
Yet look!—he’s now but dust and bones
Evicted, restricted, and convicted…
Don’t you understand?
Don’t you get it?
From the very beginning I left him alone. . .
Categories:
latch on, abortion, anger, conflict, death,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue