Grasping Poems | Examples

Grasping Knowledge

W-isdom
I-ntelligently
L-ets
M-inds
A-pprehend

P-hilosophy
A-nd
S-cience
A-lways
L-earning
O-nward

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Monocrostic (Birthday of Wilma Pasalo)

The Grasping Talons of Desire

I want to cling 
To you
The way vultures do 

Circling in 
On every movement 
Until the last exhale in winter’s air 

Replacing bed sheets 
With blankets of 
Frosted covered grass 

Opening up to me 
Slowly 
Like a flower at the end of March 

Almost as if 
The exposure
Tickled your rib cage 

Tell me 
About the things 
Your eyes have held on to 

As the canvas 
Of light blue 
Admixes to obsidian 

Over the
Taut inexpressive 
Coat your skeleton wears

I want to cling 
To you 
The way black widows do 

Circling in
On every movement 
Until the last tug against a web 

Replacing bed sheets 
With blankets 
That feel like silk 

Becoming closed off to me 
Slowly 
Like daisies when the sun goes down 

I want to be 
Indented 
In your mind 

Like a child 
After 
Their first bee sting 

Cautious of my presence 
But still wish 
You could touch my face

Grasping Nightmare

Sleepless every night,
My mind's deprived of the light.
Even in midnight,
I can't sleep tight.

Sleep's always in delay,
It feels like a replay.
Can't rest even for a day,
I feel like my body starts to decay.

My eyes are heavy,
But I can't rest idly.
Every time my eyes shut, it's clingy,
It feels like a demonic entity.

When my eyes are open, I just stare,
Hoping that from the dark corners no one would glare.
In looking further, I wouldn't dare,
It could bring different types of nightmare.

In the darkness, shadows loom,
They prefer the cold wide room.
Waiting for small spec of gloom,
Once it's out, it'll be your doom.

Taking my breath like asthma,
Like I'm grappled right in my trachea.
Just like sleep apnea,
But worst it affects me like insomnia.

Sleeping was my rest,
Now it's a difficult test.
To face the things I detest,
Gateway for my inner strength to manifest.

I wish sleeping was still a cure,
That rest where everything feels secure.
When sweetdreams can still allure,
Instead of nightmares you'll have to endure.

Grasping at straws

When we feel life is slipping we grasp for anything

Grasping For Goldilocks

Burning off the excess 
Things got out of line 
Everything is golden 
Until it loses its shine 

Pendulum constantly swinging 
Quick to overreact 
Impermanence around the corner
Grasping for what is fact

Need to seek balance 
Stand on stable ground 
Know things will settle
What was lost will be found 

The scale evens out 
Water finds its level 
We’ll never find Goldilocks 
But the pendulum starts to settle

Grasping Memories

I saw your photo
And I didn't know,
It would hurt so much
My hand took my heart to clutch
Memories, I could touch

Heidi Sands

3/30/22

Vanishing Spirit

Time reconstructing the construction    
cell by cell eroding,
trying to remember something
something beyond my grasp,
There is a vagueness  
a shaft of light
Through a darkened door.
a transient brilliance
that fails to illuminate.
a truth that i once carried  
lightly on my back
something essential has gone
As if its floating out there
among the stars.

Grasping Veiled Reality

“plunge in now, into the current
reclaim true self, luminescent”
 _ quote by poet
________________________________

heart throbs soar when blessings in-pour
consciousness core, seeking encore
let’s out as gasp, failing to grasp
fleeting illusions cannot clasp 
down on all fours, we yet seek more

each breath we inhale, must exhale
letting go then, why fears assail
with God our guide, fearlessly glide
propelled by His life breath inside
renouncing erst desires, now stale

fears serpentine, poisonous vines
with heart entwine, bind and confine
plunging our soul in deep despair
until with love sublime we pair
blissful, when head and heart align

embrace, hold and release with ease
flowing like the fresh morning breeze
heart with love hued, our mind aware
urge to cling and clutch, ego snare
one with Gods light, as we unfreeze

26-June-2021

(syllabic rhyme)

Writing Prompt - Grasp - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France

Employing the following 10 words once only: 

soar, gasp, grasp, clasp, inhale,
glide, vines, hold, hued, clutch

Grasping the Moon

The moonlight wavers on a pond

waves are splashing high and low

The illusion shimmers, then it's gone

Hid behind a pale window

Hands wave to clear the fog

Yet only let the image go

Grasping Nettles

My father showed me how to pull nettles without being stung. 
With a confident and downward grasp and without hesitation, 
To grip and flatten the stinging hairs by following their direction
but I have never reached to do it, or had any to pull in my city garden.
I watched him dig sods with a spade and turn them over row by row 
So that weeds would bury beneath each shiny clod and not regrow
But I have never had more of a garden than a small brick-paved courtyard.

Grasping

It wasn't her face that she had hid,
it was all of her insecurities instead.

The feelings of worthlessness
made only worse
by the other thoughts within her head.

She had given and he had taken,
from shattered memories she'd fled

Down the hall and to the right,
Into the garden, into the night

Into the darkness, into the deep
Down into her soul, into it's keep

Cold and alone,
beaten but not broken

her silhouette clung to the coals around the fire
Friggs tears surround her, as she stepped onto the pyre.

Name of Contest: Be Inspired
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Date: 08/06/2020

Grasping Fingers--

Today I walked away as I prayed;
By chance my emotions did stray;
By chance in blown flow in my heart did dance;
Running Free frolicking but early glimmers glance;

 I am calling on my soul to ignore my sins;
I'm shunned by the presence of my future beginnings;

Not tomorrow I stand and I say;
Rebuking the sins and the demons they come my way;
Embracing angels, entertaining strangers;
I hold on to The Angels
Grasping fingers;

 I'm praying to my Father from Mercy Grace;
As I stand on his Earthen ground in place;
And prayer I hold my hands together
Grasping fingers;


12/27/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr  2019©

Leave Grasping Mirage

all glittering is not gold!
we the dweller of world
live in enigmatic glittering
dream to posses everything
run after the mirage of desire 
oh! Nothing these shining are 
at last all entrepreneur  find alluring ashes 
ash is changing in shape to unshaped gases
turned into seen to unseen
sigh fill up despondency bin 




-January 17, 2019 Chattogram

Grasping

grasping key concept ~
decisions made
become life milestones



Submitted on February 14, 2022 for contest A STRAND (1074) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND

Originally posted August 27, 2018

Sinking, Drowning, Grasping

As I am sinking,

as I slowly drown,

I am grasping,

making no sound,

suffocating as I go under,

things are going dark

will there come a saviour

to rescue me

and save the day

It's gone beyond

me saving myself

I tried so hard but floundered

and now I need some help

or it's all over

and all good things

will come to an end.

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