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Grasps Poems - Poems about Grasps


Premium Member Grasps
male mockingbird grasps last year's bean vines in May's brisk breeze plumage flies westward down to line newly made nests harm-free, warm place to rear young down-in this poem means the soft under feathers(usually goose down is used but here it means the soft feathers of the mockingbird)...

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Categories: grasps, nature,
Form: Tanka
Premium Member Tightly Grasps His Soul
He that walks most tall amongst men amongst men has the furthest to fall, when in ancient times in yonder Scar Ghyll brazen stood the hanging tree without redundancy. The morning had not yet spoken waits upon sunrise, natures trill, only one man there stands broken facing the north wind’s icy chill, a storm cloud rolls in the preacher reads the last rites talks of redemption this...

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Categories: grasps, deep, destiny,
Form: Verse



The Eagle Grasps
“The Eagle Grasps” There rose betwixt the turquoise seas, Two garnish’d wings of crimson pride, They bloom! Behold, what liberty! To strecth untangl’d ‘cross the sky. She did not wander, did not blanch, The eagle grasp'd with her hands, The hearts of all the world and then, Chain’d them down—to equal men. There! She glides, o, may her glide, And never thus in passing by, Let...

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Categories: grasps, patriotic, pride,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member She Grasps the Heart Sweetly
I am running away eloping with you sweet love inside the mind Silently breathing ore sighs A golden whisper blowing honey melting treasure treats softly in the wind silent warm Blowing on precious pure beauty Touching petal feelings fluttering without wings sweet carrying emotions from the soul Dancing within music one song forever Glowing warmly desires sings gentle satin drumbeats in a...

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Categories: grasps, angel, beautiful, beauty, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Thinking Grasps Reality
As times have grown yet still unknown the boundaries of our excistance, we are all alone. From death to birth we remain on the earth to understand what our life is worth. Midlife crisis, cuts and gashes, midnight sky curs, and turns to ashes. Is it a dream? Or is it a lie? From...

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Categories: grasps, art, depression, life, sad,
Form: I do not know?




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