Clasp Poems - Poems about Clasp

Stockholm syndrome. Entrapped. Entranced by you. Pheromones. Googally eyes. Butterflies. Feeling so good should never be so wrong. Took a deadly double dose of this drug. Almost took a bite of your apple. Your horns are growing. Your hold on me is indestructible. Your facade is better than the real you. I remember when you said you'd always be here in the backyard lights. And then...

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Panic is a longing to live long, Yet, a betraying of one not being strong; All the way leading to a taunting song From persons who panic judge a wrong; Who when others duly panic Unduly continue to picnic, Honestly taking a Sinking Titanic For a thing to its peril mimic. But is one to panic or gasp Or for that matter fearful hands...

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No matter how fast I run, or how high I climb, It always escapes me, that being called “Time” It is a cunning sparrow, taunting with each rasp But with each step nearer, flies out of my grasp Fleeing from my hands, away from my clutch Just millimeters away but not enough to touch Running up a steep mountain, I lunge...

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I paused, the moonlight to inhale As I put my steep climb on hold Thick grape vines held tight in my grasp. On I climbed to clutch a buttress My breath reduced unto a gasp. On I clambered higher to clasp The dark hued castle tower cap I donned my rig to glide away And soar over broad moonlit vale. 7/5/2021 Writing Prompt -...

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Grass clutch to the music of dew when spring is near. When you glide, the breeze brings an impactful smell. The spring can hold the most sway; it will indeed appear. Although sunbeams are splendid, the clouds are scant. Sea waves play tunes, and hued spring blossoms inhale. God gives us the spring climate as a merciful necklet. I look...

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caught in an octopus’ arms rip tide of tentacles underwater currents the black ink indelible syphoned protection can’t see the circling sharks in my cocoon of false shadows a surreal embrace suction caps in action in surprise that it is me who holds on for dear life a fairy tale because a dolphin comes to my rescue until I glow in the dark disentangle my fear make friends with an imagined...

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what crazy kind of love is this that makes me want know one else the nights with you are endearing and special and I am never by myself. the rapture of heaven must have opened heavens door the precious love of this angelic person a world cannot ignore from a world of uncaring you've restored my faith made the oceans calmer and the world a better...

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A rhetorical question finds me ask king (to no one in particular) why I bask with recollection the names of blank exclamatory staid grade school crank key teachers approximately 42,0480,000 breaths aye drank fifty years ago (most whose names frank lee listed below), when the need to access and retrieve ...

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A rhetorical question finds me ask king (to no one in particular) why I bask with recollection the names of blank exclamatory staid grade school crank key teachers approximately 42,0480,000 breaths aye drank fifty years ago (most whose names frank lee listed below), when the need to access and retrieve ...

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when into scaly claws, sans first to sixth grade Precambrian relic (Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse, Missus Wells, Mister Stout, Missus Shaner, or Miss Rinderle). Invariably the majority of elementary grades didst accord accredited ancient authenticated creatures bored (with exception of sixth) freely exercised diabolical chord churlish beastial animalistic zealous yakking, wickedly, ...

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I slither through the deep forest across a mystical scene collecting remains from last evening’s venture : a shiny ligure, china teapot, faded locket, and scraps of letters on a trail of past impressions. By now, periscope of dawn’s glitter enlarges its serene movements as light’s thick veil blinds my vision on a quadrivial of glossed field ,encircling my reality fragile and...

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Superfluous words are not needed from my love his embrace is all...

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