Gripping Poems - Poems about Gripping

Friend from far has come to visit me, a long time. We're astounding ourselves, facing all gray hairs. We suddenly laugh cause gone the days our youthful prim. Two cups of tea made our hours bright, story-telling. He's soon to retire in the army, I, an ordinary citizen. It was all end in hullabaloos reminiscing past and gripping our future....

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As the rain trickles down the cracks of my stained oak casket And it stains the fabric of my tattered shirt with the crimson paint they placed upon my lips The shifting of dirt can be heard in my worm infested ears As the skin on my thighs is being eaten away from the wood beatles My...

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Too many listen and give in to domestic terrorism/ Home’s a wreck and terror’s risen for our children/ Most don’t inspect many carry on missing radicalism in their own colosseum/ No call to see ‘em no wall we’ll greet ‘em / I’ll sprawl and take any call to free them from whatever bad man/ From the tales we’re told as...

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Slip, please? I’m high up on a slider I can’t get a grip I’m slipping, but I manage to hang on. I don’t know how I should plummet But I’m stuck and then I slide A little and stop The more I look down The less fear I have. I’m looking forward To the drop. To hitting The ground. I no longer Want to try, to climb To maintain...

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My loss led me to confront the consequences of my reckless emotions. For you are still clutching to my heart, stabbing into my soul like that of a dagger. Please let me go and live out my destiny... ...Our foretold fate....

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Creeping gripping fear, Veiled by the sheets of the night, Phantom stranger lurks by....

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Have a blessed birthday, Cherry, The talk tells a gripping content; The speech starts with a history Of poetry in brief statement. Topic: Birthday of Cherry Cadano (March 15)...

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coupled in a kiss of molasses: tongue senseless wedged on a piercing 11/7/2019...

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In tender times we always live the boundless mystery newly-found Regret returned and now coloured light... In this a child shall hew a tender chain On moving sands these gripping views shall strain.....

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I struggle with you On and off daily Perplexed   Moment by moment You cause me grief Tugging at my heart strings Wrecking my mind Battles with my thoughts Leaving me feeling weak, confused A nervous wreck I struggle to free myself To free my mind, my heart, my soul To walk away from your tight grip Squeezing my life out But still, you hold on to...

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flower, god, rain, spring, winter, dance, birth, sunshine, GRIPPING ROOTS © TANKA Birds chirp spring’s sunshine Rain showers the ground outdoors Plants begin to grow Gripping roots draw nourishment Mother Nature's weathered gifts! Coats Of Snow © Tanka Pure white coats stockpile And cold shouts a freeze Daylights sunshine glare Early moonbeam blights a kissing And dance the night time sky! THE GOD PHOENIX RISES! ©...

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Everyday, I awake, body as stiff as a Board, or a slab of concrete. My kidnapper stabs at me all over, no hiding for me, So, I limp and gasp at my limitations, and cry. I cannot...

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Hands folding into grips Touch so soft Lips meeting Secrets unfold Under a spell to another world Like floating With fresh air Lifting above a emerald ground A satin blanket You wrap around Deep purple to violet A wonder of colours Surround my ground Heavenly stars hearts in jars Free you're fear the innermost Feelings ...

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In this cage there's no room Dark all around like a cocoon I wish to break free soon Fly up up and away so high I can reach the moon But somehow my agility And overall ability For unlimited mobility is affected My freedom so highly disrespected My limbs gripped by the chains So tight I can't feel the blood rush to my brain The...

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Into my heart Plunged the hand of fate Suppressing each beat With strength and control Now, if it beats, It is the hand that permits Allowing momentary flow Total control of my being. With short breaths I seek to regain control For naught, the heart is hers Her hand holds me, yet thrills I’m fated to love....

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