Gripping Poems | Examples

Gripping The Future

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.

Home's a Wreck

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 kids too tall for our short attention span/
To the guide rails blurred /
As they asked his to crawl when they need to get walking/
You see them down that’s the only way you’re kicking it with kin/
It’s true I’m on a path of a one pony savior gripping it and withering/
All new weathering whether winning or taking a slipping loss never falling/
Re-gripping your loft to grow a new crop for your own sods sawing

Slip, Please

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 the struggle
Even though the end’s
Unknown, below me.
I let go,
I dangle
I should be in free-fall
But I’m stuck
The torture continues.
I’m high up on a slider
I can’t get a grip…

David Cox 28/03/22

Gripping the Gut of Remorse

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.

Nightfall

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

A Gripping Content

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)

Gripping Excitement

coupled in a kiss
of molasses: tongue senseless
wedged on a piercing


11/7/2019

Gripping Views

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..

Gripping Anxiety

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 me 
Holding on, keeping me bound, trapped 

But I will not stop fighting
Fighting to break free
Released from your grip 
Released to breath again
Released to new found energy

No more
Anxiety
No more
 
I am free...

Gripping Roots, Coats of Snow , the God Phoenix Rises

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!  © Tanka

In Arabian ash 
Half a centuries' time
Beauteous ‘Phoenix’ ashes lay
For five hundred years 
Ageing in Arabian soil 
Will rise awake sentence-free!

Gripping Fiend

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 recall a time without kidnapper, pain.
      I wish often not to awaken again
      For this type of restraint cannot be logical
      Making me crazy.

Hands Gripping

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
 express you're heart
 Without the dark
 
Dawn Mclaughlin @Dawn2012

Gripping Fate

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.

He Ripped His Hand From Her Gripping Grasp

He ripped his hand from her gripping grasp
Upon the reentry of my eyes
She’s taking a drag
On a lowly, loathed fixation
Yet his hypocritical heart hunts for it
But they aren’t conjoined ceaselessly
For my presence is an unbinding force
But if you love her
Tell her 
And hold her
Don’t let my existence
Rot your heart and your hands

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