Clutching Poems - Poems about Clutching

To now support his plastic cause he complains about paper straws. The paper ones we chuck away. Plastic ones use day after day. Holding the straw between our lips we take our drink in little sips, much healthier than gulp gulp gulp. But paper soon turns back to pulp. Those paper straws that we still see were all made from a chopped down tree. We...

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In the labyrinth of memories, I wander, shadows clutching at my soul, A box full of darkness, received in a moment of love, weighs heavy, inexorable. The years have passed like silent rivers, pouring into the abyss of time, And only now do I understand the subtle gift, hidden in the poetry of sadness. Once, with trembling hands, I...

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Clutching at Straws I clutched a straw albeit one for me that is quite more than enough for I be just one It skews in my hand caused by the grasp of it hope its release beckons a recall of its former self Alas, not nearly as close but far worse for where it bends was a tear So now I'd be ready this rarest thing that I do as I gingerly grasped more then all of the straws Clutching them unbeknownst to me hails...

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A loving father once said of his now deceased son, "I shall go to him, ...

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in the twilight hours when all is deathly quiet i lay awake clutching at straws i watch over you with all the vigilance i can muster holding my breath as if as if i might protect you as if i could fight off the ravages of time and the venom inside you the cancer that eats away at you i refuse to close my eyes so not...

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They know she disappeared from the play ground, her jumper was found on merry go round, Dad looked everywhere in the park he could, every day remote hope, return she would, ten years since that sad day, their eyes still search, In crowds amongst strangers in malls and church, A face would someday approach with a smile, by instinct would know...

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Life is clutching at straws, ...

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I wanted to believe you when you said there was no such thing as Hell. I wanted to believe you when you said that pain was just an illusion and that I could find eternity in the the eyes of a cloudless sky; You always said that those slowly fading blots of light were souls passing on to...

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Deprived of love and hope She finds it hard to cope Yearning to fill her empty bowl To the devil she would sell her soul. ------------------------------- Four Line Contest in Rhyme Hosted by Silent One Placed 2nd...

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Clutching at straws That break Metaphorically The camels back The waysides chaplen says Bring back heroin We can't control Ice addicts...

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Let there be peace all over the land Where folks of every nation join hands But no naughty touching No grabbing and clutching Unless you get permission, then you can © Jack Ellison 2015...

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If ever I had two hours with you… or three, the vacancy of this night and lulled shores would be refilled with the gushing of frosted air on our reveries past; the multitude of amiable stars bestowing a hush of surrender... raged midnights ending into fresh mornings backed by our theme song replayed. Then, to recall the sevens and nines of time cutting...

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solitary tree with outstretched fingers desiccated surroundings not giving up on life ©070320122055...

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