I weep for days, weeks, or longer.
Tears flow quickly anyway, and the sob clinger.
Crying proceeds when tears cease.
I have been feeling my squat angel for weeks.
I clutch sacred trust to hope against my will.
I'm keen on detecting her tone and feeling her quill.
People's memories are starting to wane.
However, I abide on battling with fierce pain.
Consistently, you actually tell me to "rest tight."
You could actually toss a kiss once at night.
So every time I wake up in the morning,
Once again, it is my heart that is mourning.
Now by gone will I be a complete person.
Just proceed and hide. The agony will worsen.
Written: August 12, 2022
The Epiphany That Changed Your Life Forever Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
clinger, analogy, anger, bereavement, child,
Form: Sonnet
Oh, foolish man! I told you I'm not a clinger
Don't grab my tail 'less you want to be bitten
and if at me you keep pointing your finger
I'll show you the contempt of an angry kitten
Be off with your horde and their petty assails
or I vow to scratch the eyes of those with you
whose fatty buttocks are blubbery like whales
Your gaggle flings vile insults as you pursue.
My whiskers are trimmed and yours are scruffy
You know what I mean when I spit and hiss?
You're not insulting me when you call me Fluffy
I'm an aristocratic feline. I only answer to Priss.
If you draw nearer, I'll swat you with my paws
Keep your dirty hands off of my marmalade coat
or I swear I'll scratch you with unsheathed claws
For your insolence there should be an antidote!
Categories:
clinger, cat, humor,
Form: Rhyme
in stillness each morn I linger
in a release from life
for with peace I am a clinger
life can stab like a knife
I walk my garden hush
loving my God's paintbrush
and blush of flowers lush
sweet chillness
in stillness
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September 6, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/in stillness
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1387-068-06
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Quietus August 2021
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 10/02/2021
First Place
Categories:
clinger, peace, silence,
Form: Rhyme
ivy creeps on house
spy in disguise as a plant
eavesdropping clinger
Categories:
clinger, nature,
Form: Senryu
Green clinger on arid arroyo rock,
Spring blooms of faded yellow you did drop.
Desert dry took a toll of leaf and branch
Leaving photosynthesis to your bark.
Life is tough, lizard kissed, so short and harsh.
Unlike upland cousins, you are blessed:
In your shelter rests a saguaro babe,
Whose stately arms one day will take your place.
01/28/2020
Categories:
clinger, birth, destiny, endurance, nature,
Form: Free verse
He looks down on me in his condescending way
Without words, he pities me,
And without words, I accept
He lives so thoughtlessly
Lips searching for other pairs
Every word is loveless appeasement
And I, a desperate clinger
His motives are shaded
Sly letters kept from my eyes
A symphony addressed to another woman
And I, the bonne poire
He humors me with fake sentiments
Quieting me temporarily
Bereaved and alone
I feel deprived
He’s tactless
Walking with quiet arrogance
He who strings me along
I find it hard not to resent
His eyes dodge mine
Shielding a passionless underbelly
I wonder how long he has loved her
Perhaps the less I know the better.
Categories:
clinger, love,
Form: Blank verse
The suitable ramblings of a plate of acorn and carrots to a listening ear of a squirrel squire is very very good news for a bed of voltaic leaves.Vehemently described by a small stone to be akin to radio station chattering. Babbling brook then. Oh good. Oh how one must look in amazement at the many radishes who arrive in uniform with badges. Clanking a clicking. Clocking a clinger. Danger is in the harbours where resides a 8000 long lobster. Whose antics are unpleasant and displease the many ships of cakes floating upon the waves. Juniper is Jupiter. And juvenile crimes of a pile of mud is an archaically archived delivery. How quite pleased is a 67 metres of a sky. Bus building baking breathing breastplate boomerangs breadsticks bang. And in a Penang architecture is often quite outstanding. Far freezer freeing fakes formations. Was washing wasting waiting willing wildly wildlife. And look there is a tiny two inch caterpillar many legs many boots many miles many many moons. Ha hmm xx Stupefaction *** z .
Categories:
clinger, america, animal, april, art,
Form: I do not know?
Clinger to the stars
Pulled down by gravity
Beneath are sparrows
Squeeze me to become the warrior
Blindfold me with the darkness
Faze me with pretensions
Shower me with Benjamin
Dry me with ignorance
Kill me with your vocabulary
I’ll bury me with thoughts of you
Let me wear your ring
Wear my weary
We let the seed grow
I water it with tears
Your sunlight is paper
We failed
Throw your hopes up
Veils are for dreamers
Love is the grim reaper
Insensitivity is the winner
Categories:
clinger, depression, grief, heartbreak, pain,
Form: Elegy
The thick damp fog came in a rush
Coats trees, small shrubs, and grass
Vision limited, time slower
Or is time wrapped or trapped
The weighted air holds roosters' crow
And Sparrows' chirp lingers
Dust damp wet hardly leaves the ground
Weighted thoughts now clinger
Categories:
clinger, life,
Form: Rhyme