Grasp Poems

Getting a Grasp on Our Thoughts

When trying to grasp thoughts through our mind’s haze,
It’s like trying to escape a thought maze.
As the bits and pieces accumulate,
How will they connect, how will they relate?

We try to relate them to things we know.
Each thought should be placed right where it should go.
So many topics to assimilate,
We constantly add and have to update.

Without

There will be days when no one will grasp the depth of your hidden feelings

There will be days when no one will grasp the depth of your hidden feelings,
and that's okay, a silent complicity that embraces your soul like a cloak of mystery,
days when your words will get lost in the ether, no matter how loudly your heart longs to be heard,
and that's okay, an echo that returns only

Secret Ink - Memory Grasp

Written: April 14, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Matt Caliri 

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Inked impressions intricately 
inscribed into the epidermis,
and a story evolves. 
Splintered by the subtle stroke  
From every exquisite edge, 
echoes of experiences emerge.
Across the colossal swath
of humanity canvas
A chronology of events, 
Love and death entwined.  
Expungement—a sharp 
razor cuts off

shedding sorrow's grasp

 sequestered in a   
      somber sepulchre 
where I relinquish 
              dead memories
and iced nightmares
       upon resting ivy,
twisted 
    with rotting thistle
I'm no longer 
 

My hands, too small to grasp a dream in its gentle flight

My hands, too small to grasp a dream in its gentle flight,
Yet too large to capture their attention, to hold them in their delicate thread.
What am I, if not art, just a simple presence without contour,
Perhaps just the frame that surrounds a story, without a murmur of its own?
In the flow of my thoughts, I

Illnesses grasp

In illness's cruel grasp, I find my heart,
Regret flows deep, for pain I bring to thee,
My loved ones dear, who suffer at my part,
Yet fight I will, for life’s sweet harmony.

Though sickness shadows bright, our days made grey,
Your tears, they cut me deep, beyond compare,
Not wanting to die, this I do say,
For you, I'll battle

In Twilight's Grasp - 2023

In twilight’s grasp a love once bright,
now tangled in a fading light.
A cherished soul, a memory’s dance,
embraced by time’s relentless trance.

In wandering paths, they roam,
a journey through the mist unknown.
A mind adrift on waves unseen,
yet in their heart, love’s flame still gleams.

The moments shared now echoes past,
a fleeting smile, a love that lasts.
Though memories may

When the summer is gone away

At dawn, the farmers grasp the ploughs,                              And stroll towards the fields along with bullocks,           

Grasp my hand, and your heart shall trail

Grasp my hand, and your heart shall trail,
Autumn drapes her scarf of flame o'er the trees sublime.
Beneath our canopy of stars, we shall render each tale,
In the hue of love, forever and for always, beyond the rhyme.
The world wanes to silence as your fingers touch mine,
The autumn's fiery tassel gilds the woodland's breast.
In the waltz

Phantom Grasp

My ears had shrivelled
A soothing voice I’ve only felt
In dreams of mine before this yet
Before the night I’ve always kept
Fell upon me

“Have you forgotten how we spoke before?
Have you forgotten stacks of books
That we don’t need not anymore?”

And with it came a phantom grasp
A fuzzy feeling I have stamped
In every corner of my past
That made

Illusion

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At the early dawn,
when eyes slip away from the fraying night.
I feasted upon a dime of hours lost.
The wasteful minutes,
the misheeded seconds,
life demands here.
 
At the moment,
I feel like running back to the past
like a wind,
To rewind the hand of time.
Clutching it down,
tight in the grasp of my hand.
and never let it slips

Spring Grasp Scuffing

In the dusting of springtime squeeze
Sweet-scented of yesterday glees. 
Recall of rose bloom and clear days,
Of mirth and warmth in many ways.

Meek breeze bears the whiff of ripe life,
Fresh beginnings and cease of strife.
The world rouse from its frost slumber,
Nature's grace is once more wonder.

The birds sing their sweet melodies,
As they build their nests in

Winter's Grasp

In winter's grasp, the world doth sleep,
A frosty breath, its secrets keep,
Yet through the still, a melody,
Chirping birds, a symphony.

Upon the boughs of skeletal trees,
Their whispers weaved with icy breeze,
A harmony of crystal air,
A song of life, a love affair.

The snowflakes dance, as whispers call,
From feathered throats, a chorus enthralled,
An aria of contrast, bold and

Grasp

At the edge of disparity

Step back

Reach out

Grasp the hand of clarity

Grasp My Gaps With Many Asps

Grasp My Gaps with Many Asps

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