Clinching Poems | Examples

Ashes

Let us start at the end because that is where it all began
Ashes
I clinched my fist because I did not want to let go
I literally watched you slip through my fingers
I cursed the day
The day I looked into your eyes, lying there
On a bed that represented hope
Until that moment
The moment I realised that you were actually sleeping on your death bed
You told me that you wanted to be cremated
And you wanted to be scattered in the ocean 
Since you never got to go when you were capable 
And you made me promise that I would make sure it happens
I blindly agreed because l did not have time to digest it
As l watched you take your last breath and expire
Now I am standing on the beach thinking about that day
And I rue the day l made you that promise
 I foolishly agreed because I did not realise that it meant I would have to lose you twice
I was clinching my fist because I knew letting go would be losing you all over again
But I had to fulfill my promise
So l let you go
Ashes
That is how it ended.

Poetical needs

I just want poetry 
that will keep 
my eyes open
my lips moving
Brain thinking 
heart pounding 
fist clinching 
memories reminding
Patriot sounding 
peace resounding 
mentioning propounding and 
love abounding

Love Pain

Looking up from the bottom of this pit 
The smell of my own disgust permeates the damp soil surrounding my soul
I’m living in darkness
Alone, I peer out, above me 
Clinching my hands together, asking for Gods help

The stench of tears, lay waste, bellowing up around me 
Caving in the walls that my existence exist in, 
I can’t go on 
Drowning in my misery 

Staring at wisdom 
Seeking direction, guidance to love
To give the love of my life 
Meaningful love

Five

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                  …I knowz there be
                    Otherz with know
                            uv the
                       Appalachians 
                  Yet i swearz by it by 
                           Thunder
                            I know
                           their fair

                   In mine own dukes
                     clinching ever so
                        damn gently
                  With each their digits
                        i helped her
                             rode
 
                    She wuz proud uv
                              She
                         hern naked
                         pretty soul…

Something Is Wrong With Tom

Something I’m sure is wrong with Tom,
His laughter crushing like burst bomb:
Men having to bear Cruel Chapter
And wounds keep licking long after…

Tom does the fullest delight find
In gushing blood that might one blind,
Clinching absurd satisfaction
From mischief by Hard-Skinned Faction.

I had this guess from Tom’s answer,
With words suddenly a dancer:
When shredded are combatants’ clothes,
“If the Torn Things Tom like or loathes?”
A case of The Wrong Obsession 
Forward pushing like A Procession…

Tom I hate like A Recession:
A Fruitless Plenary Session…

Really, it had been a puzzle
Why Tom excuses The Nozzle.

V W

Volkswagen- the word we use to stop
Whatever role we play in mid hop-
Was picked because there is no toy,
Position, costume, knot, or ploy
In a lifetime of sex that we’ve ever heard
That used or referenced that unsexy word.
We got the word that means "NO"
But we never thought of a word to "GO".
When everything pushes to a singular end.
When everyone rushes a hand to lend.
We wrestle from bed or sofa to floor
Clinching to see who’s gonna get more.
Something that means love with a fang
Something arousing, like “Bang Bang”.

St Valentine Celebration

Paint never would smile at Turpentine
And I tell you The Serpentine
Wouldn’t at The Truest Valentine
“Hither I Come!” from Far- Off Turpentine
In Paint’s eardrums, A Monstrous Frankenstein
And-trust me- to The Serpentine
The love avowals of The Dove-Like Valentine.

Anyhow, mind-blowing gifts now part of it
From even the guy overflowing wit, 
Endorsing Michael Jackson’s levying of men
In his Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin of then;
For, indeed, if one can’t feed one’s baby
One shouldn’t try to have a baby…

Then, from your account graciously withdraw
For those who often close to you draw
And to him things are awfully hard,
For his woman a dollar recharge card:
Faithfully actualizing that wonderful line:
A decree that one mustn’t one’s woman sideline.

And valentine may be partly lips paintings
For men who’d see it and start fainting 
Or wearing the whitest upon the wettest
And it won’t read as old martyrdom clinching fresh protest…

Also about cleaning one’s sanitation-begging house
To lovingly rid it of every mischievous mouse!

Prisons Long For Company

Prisons long for company,
Itching to swallow many;
One ruinous day and we are there,
In their confinement graduating to heir...
Simply an indictment mimicking a spear, 
Scarcely reckoning how to others we are dear.

One doesn’t have to be misdeeds haunted,
Our handcuffs not by our infractions prompted;
In deed any allegation at last alighting on your skull,
By this preparing you for an enclave offering a life dull;
Crime crackers the thing prodding further,
Clinching a chance rounding it off as murder:
Just for the sums that from bailing sprout,
The consoling thousand from  a pocket out.

I Am An Illustration of God

I am an Illustration of GOD!In the era of Wounded civilization
He fashioned us with an illustration…Triumphs used for defeat was crucified love…. Stop suffering rise up your pain above!!

Stop grappling with emotions seek God for accomplishments…
Life enlightens  through afflictions, wake up from lowered faith go alter your imperfections…


Clinching line is he conquered through it… For you and I near his throne to sit
It isn’t a word game but an ode for love of god….O the sting of death he did trod..

We know very lil of the grand Weaver who has great desire, he is the master my maker!!
If deprived of today or tomorrow take faith seriously in whom you are made wonderfully and fearfully….


In the era of Wounded civilization
He fashioned us with an illustration…Triumphs used for defeat was crucified love…. Stop suffering rise than your pain above!!

7 Days Success

On Monday
I plan my week and
Make neoteric friends

On Tuesday
I deal with my pending works
Fetch money from borrowers

On Wednesday
I engage with m studies and
Spend some time on clinching knowledge

On Thursday
I clean my messy house and
Spare time on education platforms

On Friday
I finally had some time for myself
Do yoga and meditation than regular times.

On Saturday
I do my pending works and
Make sure everything is done.

On Sunday
I spend time with family and
Rest, Relax, and Reinforcement.

The Race

Downhill dart
In a hard rain
Brakes squeeling loudly
Yielding no refrain 
No line to start
Only a race to begin
Staring at death 
Not expecting to win
Trophy worth taking
The poles are level
Showing no fear
Mimicking the devil
Pall Mall blazing
Fumes fade fast
Confidence fading
This feeling won't last
Chasing destiny 
Life can be a hairpin turn
Reasons written in books
On pages that were burned
Champion to the moment
Clinching the wheel
Finish line in sight
Seems so unreal
Stories soon forgotten 
As quickly as they're told 
Dead end ahead 
Race for the gold
Living in infamy
Instead of breaking just bend
Ride off into the sunset
Disappear in the end

Tran's Gin, Dear

A crotch-heavy man called, "The Goat"
Ostentatiously loved to gloat
Until Donald Trump
Groped more than his rump
Thus clinching the Red Dawn Key vote!

*Readers should keep in mind Trump's greatest 
success has been focusing the world's attention 
on a Vanity Wall, whilst "All the President's Men"
enter vacant federal building and offices to 
plant/alter/remove "evidence" and documentation!

Restoration From Brokenness

A little teary blue eyed girl
Briskly sailing into the pure air
Swinging was her sole escape
From the clinching sorrow within

Sorrow embedded so long ago
Gripped her heart and soul
Crying to the magnificent oak
As her protector standing so tall

A protector from the walls inside
Painted with dismal colors
Shades of addiction and abuse
Enhanced shadows of deep secrets

Deep secrets birthed affliction
Affliction darkened pretty blue eyes
Tears flowed as battles scarred
Anticipation of restoration grew

Restoration from heavenly realms
Arms extended for one lost soul
Colorful beams of love and mercy
Restored by Christ and now made whole

Its Been a While

It’s been a while
I know your need
I read your smile
The way you breathe
The style you brush
Across my skin
The tone your words
Begin and end
The romantic feel
Of every move
Your manly hands
Our tongue and groove
 It’s been a while
I released my guard
Clinching counter 
Viewing yard
You explored
I didn’t flinch
Lips to skin
Inch by inch
We went away
Just us two
you swept me up
And saw it through
Palm to thigh
Thumb caressing 
Becoming anxious
You undressed me
One by one
Each button and strap
You, the compass
I, the map
It became too much
For the kitchen
To our bed
You lured me in
 Feeling sexy 
It’s been a while
I can’t keep quiet
This night is wild
My bottom lip
Your hot tattoos
I’m ready for you
I’m letting loose
Like a glove
I hold you tight
You push it deeper
To my delight
And when you think
To pull it back
I grasp your hips
And give no slack
Now in sync
Raw and real
I cease to think
Only feel
We journeyed down
That extra mile
Just in time
It’s been a while

Treasures of Gold

Treasures of gold are the ones untold:
The ones stand so bold & yet never fold…
In the deepest corners scorned but not torn, Bruised & tainted but still not worn….
Beautiful on the outside but worn within:
toughly put together with the gentlest skin….
Impacted with newest wishes but covered with the old on the outside, eyes open wide..
in the rain shivering cold hands clinching to hold the very gift built from my life's treasures
of gold so beautiful & bold yet untold………..

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