Grips Poems - Poems about Grips

There’s something about poetry that grips me Like gravity does the moon, While I keep trying to let it go It treats me like a loon. As if I can’t control myself And these urges in my veins, To compose another line or two And extinguish all the flames. Like a Phoenix that keeps rising From out of...

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daylight time is short cold darkness closes in early SADness grips my soul ...

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You turn my words into an enchanted silence, an ancient fear grips you— are they truly meant to pierce, or are they just the shadows of a vivid dream? But you don't see the abyss from which these words spring, how your gaze could summon the rain to dance upon the earth, falling like a silent spell over the...

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Sitting here thinking, another week gone. Another small increment moved from the fire. It feels like it does when you’re just waking up, half grasping consciousness, half in the mire. When you’re not quite sure if it’s real or a dream, the one where no matter your efforts you fail. In total frustration you claw just to move, and in the struggle,...

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OH MY GRIP I want the firebrand To my taste I want the dagger To my taste I want the bullet To my taste I thirst for blood To my taste I want war at the front of peace I want hate at the front of love I want them to note I'm strong I want the earth at my grip to her knee Well up...

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Blissful rapture grips attention We meld with the current Tranquil is our meditation Love flame our sentiment To God’s music we jive Nodes within come alive Cave of our heart our hive Soma nectar drips Blissful rapture grips 26-October-2021 Quietus ...

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I can't go to school, so now I'm dumb dumb. You don't want to know of what I will become. I stay home all day and I sit on my bum. My parents won't enroll me. They say, "You see, um.... Making sure you don't get sick is too hard." In comes a thought and then I discard. The grey matter...

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Still Working It Out Live your life to the full As long as not a fool As that would be cruel...

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Grief grips me grim with her handcuffs invisible, Chief Cop she may be as she stuffs me in her remand, Brief barely is her self-proclaimed band of friendship, Relief absent I am stranded, I can’t anymore stand. Fired up to free from her shackles I work hard, Tired and troubled I tackle her with my bag of tricks; Retired I have...

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Afraid of what I might see next I attempt to keep my eyes solidly closed Until I hear them breathing down my neck. Imagining the most horrible death scene for myself. Until the most horrifying music comes into my soul ranks, Shaking me and waking me, to temporarily gloat in my terror My heart is pumping wildly, trying to waken the...

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Phil doesn’t go to church but after midnight he enjoys watching preachers on TV swing their bibles in the air, march across the stage, yell about the joys of heaven and louder about the pains of hell. He likes to see believers sing, raise their arms and dance in ecstasy down the aisles. They might be on to something, Midnight Phil thinks,...

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At the cusp of a wrist is a grip invisible yet lasting, Pulling toward a void quieter than thought, A world of recluse and all visionary, Can I really be the last one to come here? Or will I be the first? Do you exist merely for my sake? Against the grain lie regrets and mourners, Hats tipped at brims and shovels...

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The British Petroleum Oil slick She tightens The grip Like a boa constrictor Surrounding the flesh of The Mexican Gulf and From head-to-toe She swallows It all...

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Sweet talks a lady facing the brick wall, Luster and light play with her dark shadows, Palms hold her rock steady in the desire, Each lock grips nature with pure temptation. Lewd fingers in circular commotion, Fondle each counter and curve with wet lotion, Detach each string knot with tender motion, Seduce heart in foreplay emotions. Liquid moves playful and desperate, Passionate titillation to...

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