Grapple Poems - Poems about Grapple

...12 when I wrote this, from the perspective of a mushroom. My gills grasping at air, but the grass is not too far; My scales glimmering stupidly to shine through watered tar. And in the ......

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...A mountain tarn, a deep-water eye, high and blackly gleaming. A scramble down slippery scree to look within, then a tingling apprehension of being too close to an unbalanced footing, one th......

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... The tongue, a nimble acrobat, leaps across the chasm, a phrase so light, a breath released: easier said than done. It dances on air, unburdened by the weight of calloused hands, of sleep......

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...Serrated swathes of overwhelming savage gusts without compassion, directionless dilatory daydreamer that I am ostensibly vulnerable, to the serendipitous intrusion at a wispy sapphire cloud flacc......

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...Lost libido as rez erected cockamamie Shtrungool haint no prickly fallacy The following pastiche poetically pricked prick, whereby fantasy courtesy Eros (????) cow licked country bumpin vide......

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...The main road lies dormant, its houses seemingly asleep. But at 6 a.m., life bursts forth in a flurry of activity. The heavy traffic that streams towards Jack in the Box Gully is relentless, a so-cal......

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...Somewhere, way out there I know of souls who grapple With the Big Questions The ones I only hear echos of. Here on Earth, in my little nest, I play parlor tricks of the mind Looking for empt......

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...The snow lay thick; the snow lay flat Upon my roof, a pitter pat A reindeer or an alley cat? Sure ain’t Santa… can’t be that For midnight came and midnight went So, clearly Santa wasn’t sent… ......

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...Dear grace have I lost my mind? Is this the room where I will find you? I cannot grapple with sin and death tonight But oh how sweet the sight The angels will sing And the choir will weep An......

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...{"We brought it to our lips and inhaled the wavering smokiness that was stoning and exotic. Filled our senses with a manuscript of what life could be like with a fog surrounding your cranium, not cra......

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...The moon rises high, casting its pale light, Yet my soul remains shrouded in endless night I toss and turn, unable to find respite, Its memory lingers, my constant despot Savage feelings leave ......

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...And suddenly, we were strangers again, lost in the whispers of autumn leaves, where laughter once danced like sunlight, our shared stories, fragile as spun sugar, swirling in the dim corners of m......

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... In the crevices of a tired town, roaches scuttle under moonlit sighs, their dinky bodies torn by shadows that shroud the crumbling edges of life. A cat lounges, indifferent, i......

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...I walk o u t... I am lost in unapproachable light—a spectral broth I am tasting the screaming silence—the archetypal observer dissects my essence-fossil Passion a seismic rupture betwee......

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... Is it nature or nurture This Larry wants to know As a genetic researcher His life has taken a blow Could he be related To the beast of Whitechapel Is his life ill-fated Something which he ......

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