Gripped Poems - Poems about Gripped

... I was not shaped by a mother, but by a wet curb, which said: “Take him, Lord, he’s no one’s, maybe it’s some kind of trick.” I learned to comb my sadness with a chipped comb, ......

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...Let this not be poetry. Let this be a reckoning. John. You are a groomer. You are a predator in plain clothes. You are a bastard carved from rot Too old to claim innocence, Too vile to fake ......

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...The Golden Toll His hand, a gift, they called it then, The goose, a feather of shining rust. A simple gift for a simple man, A tale of virtue, turned to dust. But from the goose, the gold wo......

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... English Rhyming Translation © Krishika Upadhyay | 2025 I’m breaking down, in lashes' shade, In silent dreams, I wish I stayed. I try to rise, on roads that smile, But thorns have gripped......

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...Raised Stone-Tablet eternally abiding under Towering Heavens endless span; and in its Solititude...charts the migrations of our Highest Lord's cestial rockets. Because of Stone-Table......

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...Uninvited death slowly entered during her illness Engulfing her old, frail body Slowly and higher came the stillness Which at any time can affect anybody Night's embrace grows cold......

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...He stepped down from the stagecoach kicking dust up with his boot He stood a while, he lacked a smile, his teeth gripped his cheroot His Stetson it was thick with dust, his guitar case was too He......

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...Ocean's Embrace, A Warrior's Heart Shattered news, a whispered word, "Cancer," they said, my world was blurred. A mammogram's shadow, stark and deep, A secret held I couldn't keep. My chest, o......

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... Old Mr. Johnson, with broom in one hand, Told his sweet granddaughter, “Sleep, not grandstand!” Her room was empty, the air grew cold— Only the Ouija sat silent and bold. He muttered an......

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...Scent and money spent Will power burning water slip deep in shower She let's things slide back forth each a ride She reads my mind finds path grip and collide Unloaded loud screams wakes souls a......

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... Awed joyously while gripped with reverential fear Blessed to possess eternal life midst this mortal being Carnal yet granted with divine nature Damned by sin, but now delivered through the Savio......

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...New Sonnet for Brian's contest. 1/7/25 ___________________________________ Still glowing brightly, is the colored moon, Wonderful perfumes drifting so sprightly, Excitement of surprises coming......

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...I saw their funerals. Plath. Sexton. And somewhere near the back, mine. Not my body— not yet. But something softer, more urgent, more invisible. The girl who wrote like them just to f......

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...In front of the universe I was like a man with hallucinations, I gripped, I asked for the white man, The white man; When there was no white man standing there; ......

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...I remember the night he tore me from light, From the home of a friend to the jaws of the night. A grip like a vice, no mercy, no grace, My head in a whirl, blood drained from my face. He curse......

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