Fist Poems - Poems about Fist

Clinch Fist Pillow Cuddle

Machine gun heart riddled with shades of grey.
A mind once sharpened by your own forked tongue.
Lovers' lips part with rumbles of a cannon.
Dew licked satin sheets - the highway to carnal desire.

Silhouettes of freshly washed skin dance in the night.
Passion rising like the souls of the departed.

Where do you sleep after your thirst is quenched?
Where

Trump's Fist Of Power

See my finger
See my thumb
See my FIST 
You better run

© daniel miltz

Concusse of More

The Witches of Garais or
the Strega opened an area
centered in a bean feild
were they invited men from around the world
to join the Opera Orchastra
The Muses of Men the would
have them to perform as they would rate
there performance and likiblity
based on there trainiblity to the styles they saw fit.
The boiled fatted pork until
it was lard and

Fist And Pen

Fist for a boxer
Trained to win, to write a book
Pen for a writer.

NO BIGGER THAN YOUR FIST

The heart is a wonderful organ, without it we wouldn’t exist…
which is crazy when you realize it is no bigger than our fist.

Four weeks after conception, well before we officially arrive
It begins to beat and doesn’t stop until we’re no longer alive.

Our brain is used for knowledge but its our heart that guides the way?
In

Angry Fist

When you try to solve your problems
with the swing of an angry fist 
that cannot be unswung
nor the damage caused undone
regret will sidle up
hollow out your belly
and set your mind awhirl
conveying very clearly 
that what you should have done
was take a breath or two
go back a bit in time
to when that fist 
would not have

I Am the Power of Iron Fist

I’m the pair of fists belonging to Danny Rand’s identity 
Along the ranks of Marvel’s super hero-integrity…	
“Iron Fist” is my label against cowardice-instability
Powered to advance justice verity
Making my owner an incredible fighter, so mighty
Being a master of K'un-Lun's martial arts with brave superiority.

Having providing my handler a living weapon of excellent utility
I won over the

The Left Fist of Khonshu

Marc Spectar is Moon Knight . . . 
            the traveler . . . the pathfinder . . . the defender
        protecting and avenging the innocent
      the son of a rabbi
 

Unclenched Fist

Loosen up a bit,
that head and heart fit
in cauldron of love,
working hand in glove.

Immersed in worship, 
with love our flagship,
once our fist’s unclenched,
heart becomes bliss drenched.

We ascend with ease, 
on choosing release,
from patterns of old
glued in ego’s mould.

For God to appear,
relinquish each fear
and gently align
under His love sign.

08-August-2022

Stand

In the morning dew, she finds herself alone,
But not of physical loneliness.
She finds herself in beauty only she owns,
Although nobody sees what she sees despite of her kindness.

It’s not that she doesn’t have anyone, no.
It’s just that she’s stuck and does not know where to go.
She parades herself in a mask created by those who

Pounded Fist and Will Persist

on table pounded fist
with her efforts must persist
added name to list

Friend is an expert et al.
Wrote this mentioned
by his wife.

Winters Cold Fist

A tempest night sky presses, my lattice windows shake, 
as if someone’s being thrown against them, or worse yet,
a yeti's breaking in. They lock with little levers that seem far 
too flimsy to keep out the prying fingers of turbulence.

We watched a man plodding outside - obviously a student from Alaska. 
He was talking on

An Unclenched Fist

An unclenched fist and open heart
The way we live our life
Knowing all souls one, none apart
We’re free from narrow strife

Content the way things are
Although we do not spar
We’ve slowly come afar

No to do list
An unclenched fist

16-January-2022
Quietus 

When Fist Meets Flesh

The pain
The sting
The betrayal of a love once shared

When fist meets flesh
Is it such a deep love that I feel?
For you tell me that it is—afterwards.

Is it forgiveness that you seek?
For you ask of it—afterwards.

The bruises don’t tell all of the stories
Only you and I have read that book.

So many times
So many nights
When fist meets

Fist Fight

I believe in the right place 
and the right time.
If one has fighting in mind.
I'm not talking about people 
who join (the fight,)
those who stand up for a cause.
People fight for a number of reasons.
Two people don't agree on something.
Ignorance, anger and lack of patience.
People let their anger 
get the better of them.
Really angry people

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