Grappled Poems - Poems about Grappled

...It was an old tiled house that I was born, My mother grappled to give birth to me, That night was the worst one for weself ......Read the rest...

...There she was, silenced; in the hush of the night, By nature's decree and the will of the almighty divine's right. Upon the pyre, her form ablaze, a somber sight, While I sought to console my sist......Read the rest...

...11 am everybody was preped And in the yard pass the two Houses waiting and planning for the Cruel Ball Opposition. There was Amadeus DJ Damali Rico Nyaf Justin Jordan Tanaka Aka Tank Consta......Read the rest...

...Mamma always told me “I’m the ringer to another middle finger” a drop out set to run out; born to serve coffee. Two sugars or a lump its one & the same, one day in & two nights out, the flow of......Read the rest...

...They grappled her till she stumbled and stepped at her as she mumbled about the pain of being an innocent casualty of some people's own insecurity. Rain of slaps hit her back as she tried......Read the rest...

..."Travel light" Santa said to me as I grappled for all my most treasured belongings. I stuffed them all in a duffle bag, then with the silliest of grin on my face I said, " Ready" The ride up......Read the rest...

...during the Eves of festival a broad shouldered man came into or near the Layer were Witches were said to dwell He came there to challenge the Goblin who made pots in the cave Witches, Witches ......Read the rest...

...As spring showers soaked through to my soft skin, In hapless home in youthful age akin, Through stabbing sorrow's sleeplessness I knew, I grappled grief as fantom fears came true. He was gone, gr......Read the rest...

...A sadist and a masochist you would think they would be the perfect fit, but I found out the hard way that it is the complete opposite See you are the sadist as you once told me so, and I thought tha......Read the rest...

...Emile’s set a poetry contest in which the poet omits one vowel It’s hard to write this exacting form yet I will not throw in the towel! So I’m tasked to write a poem I’ve got mysel......Read the rest...

......The humans call it the Armistice Day, the end of conflict between man and machine, but that name always sounds so weak to us, the humans can’t understand what it means to go from feeling no ......Read the rest...

...I have traveled down lonely roads With no end in sight, Bearing pains too deep to disclose. I have traveled alone all night. I have wasted tears. Yes, I cried with all my might. I have grap......Read the rest...

...I see riots all across my country on tv- demonstrations against the death of a black man at the hands of a merciless killer as his partners looked on, doing nothing. I see people losing control ......Read the rest...

...A wintry night Beam of scorching sunlight Eventually stifling inside through the curtain's strands Loafing over the escritoire and olden snaps (some years ago i spend the time snapping him) ......Read the rest...

...out of habit, i fingered the sand-colored bowl after guests grappled with paper plates i, with Cabernet dark eyes at dinner time shame, shame on me my conscience lowers my bo......Read the rest...