Clinging Poems - Poems about Clinging

I have been tossed in raging tempest storms, and dealt with life's stress far beyond the norm. I've walked alone on nights of pouring rain, felt blows of physical and mental pain. I've gazed at stars glowing above my head, tried to forget sorrowful things I dread. Stayed in bed when the sunlight rose at dawn, my window shades pulled tight, and...

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clinging three beggar-lice seeds.... housecoat ...

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"Love you a lot." Words never said with honest hands. This devilish lip-service conducted by defrocked priests. I will not love myself until, I find you in a hole I also can jump into. We will huddle together listening for the hot breath of hunting wolves, not knowing it is we, we who breathe so coarsely, so loud, so lost and feral. ...

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A sense of mortality makes us clingers Resurrection as a lifestyle makes us stewards...

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wave after wave pounding ruthlessly against Her weary jaded mind defiantly eroding tattered threads of frail sanity… and yet... She clings to hope - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Waltz Wave Poetry Contest Sponsored by Emile Pinet Placed 4th © 14th March 2023...

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They get braver, it seems, under the cloak of darkness Like a monster from a bedtime story, Peeling back its human mask, allowed to roam free on the pitch-black streets And everyone, they think its you that is the problem. “That shirt’s too short to go out in” “You know, girls are getting trafficked at the mall now, you...

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I studied your vital signs as time was in question, clinging to undulating lines. I studied your vital signs, emotions mirroring their declines, desperate for a receptive expression. I studied your vital signs as time was in question. 5-21-2021 Try a Triolet Poetry Contest Sponsor: Kim Merryman...

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Cold odd keys to lost cities glisten as spikes of torment test the frigid cold fish hands feeding ropes into the winds biting kiss, teeth gnashed against themselves. Hanging on for life Men in shirts of frozen plaid disrobing for a touch of longing, belonging to a certain tribe. Whether they acknowledge it or not they are each a star within...

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Pleached charming cherry trees, along the avenue called Breeze, a stunning visual creation of mind, only in the artist's place you can find. I dazzle by its bearing beauty, while the sun flashes its ray through the intertwined twigs, flowers, and leaves. My bittersweet memories fly, like Red Admiral butterflies, they perch on its dancing scions, smell the savor with their passion. I let them cling, staple...

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One DIRTY BIRD COP and (our) cities burn... again now the far lefty loons are flapping about wanting to defund and even ELIMINATE police forces all together, while stripping 2nd amendment RIGHTS of citizens to defend themselves- So they want to disarm citizens and leave them without a police force You can bet your STAINED UNDIES that the DIRTY BIRDS...

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To Christ Am Always Clinging voice will be bringing to Christ are always clinging while we were singing Jim Horn...

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Ultimate Sunset by Michael R. Burch for my father, Paul Ray Burch, Jr. he now faces the Ultimate Sunset, his body like the leaves that fray as they dry, shedding their vital fluids (who knows why?) till they’ve become even lighter than the covering sky, ready to fly ... Keywords/Tags: sky, sunset, autumn, leaves, leaving, dry, fraying, shedding, fluids, death, cling, clinging,...

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Free Fall to Liftoff for my father, Paul Ray Burch, Jr. I see the longing for departure gleam in his still-keen eye, ...

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First and Last by Michael R. Burch for Beth You are the last arcane rose of my aching, my longing, or the first yellowed leaves’ vagrant spirals of gold forming huddled bright sheaves. You are passion forsaking dark skies, as though sunsets no winds might enclose. And still in my arms you are gentle and fragrant— demesne of my vigor, spent rigor, lost power, fallen musculature of youth, leaves clinging and hanging, nameless...

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Tangled up in your sheets, trying to make seconds last Except for no-matter what we did, the time it sped by so fast The clock was a ticking time bomb, soon it was gonna explode You held me like you could stop time, like our whole world wouldn't implode The moment I stepped on that place, that each second took me away As tightly as...

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