Best Unclenching Poems

A young girl who’s lost & wandering in the darkness cries out

“If there’s a God out there please save me!”

The darkness replied with silence

But she kept listening so intently to the nothingness around her,

Clenching and unclenching her disheveled, fragile little hands

That eventually she wasn’t able...

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I smile at you when you aren’t looking.

The set of your mouth, as it furrows irresistibly

Commandeering your face into the desired degree

Of aloof concentration. Chin in hands, you rove about

A world I catch only in glimpses,

As it scintillates through the reflection in your incessant clarity....

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You’ve got blood on your wrist
Never unclenching your fist 
Looking the enemy in the eye 
Fighting until you die

We always look to those who wear the mask
Longing for the impossible task 
Chasing the safety you think you deserve
Looking for the people who will serve

When the...

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What is your temperature?
The doctor asked
During an ordinary visit.
I left the examining room
And walked through 
My palace
Skin and hair
Nails and tissue,
75 years of growth.
Ivy wild 
as a Venus flytrap
Snaring an insect.
Tendrils curl and cover
Cages of ribs
Prisons of my own making,
Arid and Dry.

Soothing rain
Falls from mouth...

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White snow progressively tinting blue
Ice resembling Bricks to built an Igloo
Nippy and harsh and yet a holding glue
Tinting and chilling to its distinct hue
Eternal chill forming deep packed Ice
Resembling the Blue Tinted Alps

Blinding with ceaseless fervor
Leaving the excursionist in a quake
Unclenching its Adamant Terror
Eagle with...

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Chains
Forged by you
Designed to hold me down
Loosening
Weakening

Your iron grip
That forced me to lye
To sit by your side
Unclenching
Relaxing

The web 
You cast around me
To make me stay 
Untwining 
Unwinding

Everything you've done
Broken, erased, destroyed
You have no more control
I run away to my first
Taste of freedom...

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Depression vol 13 ~ Loveless

How dull I feel, writing of the same 
eternal misery like all those before me;
All my fellow poets, or the regretful 
artists lyrics, that forever seem to plea,

As fickle as a coin toss, as
rare as the solar eclipse,
If you happen to...

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Miss Kelsey Louisa is only 5 years old.

but she’s figuring out a lot of things about life.

		she knows more than when she was only 4 years old.


Kelsey knows about love.

	it’s the way her dog Sandy chases a laughing squirrel

	its also the way mama smiles when...

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“Great stillness reigned in the forest,
and I heard the green leaves dream,
I heard the dream of the bark from which
boats, ships, and sails will arise.”
                    ...

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Hopelessness is that brief lapse, that necessary pause,
Closing the door on an existence of conflict.
It is that first gasp, that momentary stab of sadness,
Defying design and allowing no plan for escape or rescue.

It is fear rushing in on the glorious notes of Mozart’s Requiem,
Filling open...

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I bade thee time and time again, 
For unclenching of the soul. 
A journey long to calm my mind-
And make me rest assured.

Sing to me a wistful tale born from a city far,
Take me on the coursing rivers briskly winding down,
With hidden temples, fountains, and...

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who 
she has become 
      runs parallel 
to whom 
    she would have been
         if not for me.
I take the blows and accolades as one
knowing neither has the acid...

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I marched, they marched, we marched
For nothing now it seemed
And I the ego pulpiteer, left parched
Refusing to go underground with the stream
That carried me before to a sheer
Desolate drop, I can struggle unless I fear.

So here in the monastry of altar and pew
I come again...

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it was not until barren plains 
made a home in me,
lips were chewed
from the search for something 
I didn’t and could never possess
(I thought)
 
endlessly, I felt awash,  
chiseling new geography
my dusty visage changed posture,
carving numbers into my spine
 
I found an answer
 
(but...

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