Hanging Poems

hope hanging on her edges

white as a wedding cake and bride’s satin dress
feathers as whimsical and frothy as white lace
delicate and delightful, the dove flew into the room
bringing a sense of peace and joy, hope hanging on her edges
the hawks were disturbed; they wanted war and turmoil
they cringed a bit, feeling that God was in the house

- Hanging For Honey -

    The
    rich joy
    of the earth's
    diversity
    The clover meadow
    a wildflower delight
    Snapshot of bumblebees drinking
    valuable nectar liquid
    Sucking through its narrow proboscis
  

poesy curse of hanging fruit strings

poesy curse of hanging fruit strings

a pool topped up to the brim
will spill over 
to
endless 
drips 
of 
drivel 
slops

Hanging a Picture

“Let’s hang this heavy picture,”
I heard my wife say to me.
Giving her a claw hammer
I put a steel nail up high.
“When I nod my head, hit it.”
…That’s the last thing I recall.

Hanging on

Hanging on

By a thread 

Trying to remember 

What to believe

When hope is gone

And only dread remains 

You strike a match

And let it burn 

The candle flickers at both ends

For any respite the heart still yearns

Before the darkness again descends

Striving 

Straining 

Stumbling 

Falling 

She has forgotten how to fly

Forgotten how to try 

Forgotten how to cry

Her

hanging bridge hiku

For Brian Strand's Your Choice U Poetry Contest

5 June 2025




                          swing                   

Hanging By a Thread

Beneath fate's shadowed edge, I take my stand,
A moment granted by design's own hand.
The blade above me poised, a guillotine,
My neck upon the board, awaiting fall.
While others drift through life's unchallenged stream,
Letting time pass without a second thought,
I cannot share their luxury of ease.
If days were numbered, hours slipping by,
Would actions shift to meet the

Hanging Rock

There is something in us
that imbues landscapes
with substance or senses 
what is there hidden beneath
the camouflage of form.
It finds voice in myth 
and survives in the shadows
of the imagination, 
birthplace of our being.

It enters this world
through ancient fissures,
openings in the mind,
sacred places and in the crevices 
weathered in lava outcrops
spewed out of a volcano 
more

Hanging on for Dear Life

Ecclesiastes 3:2-8 
“There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under the heavens:” 


A flower embraces our mind 
And soul with its beauty, 
It’s not meant to live forever, 
It’s to be enjoyed for now. 

We try to hang on for dear life, 
Grow up like that flower,
Leaving memories for those

Hanging on for Dear Life

“He rescues those whose spirits are crushed.” Psalm 34.14 NLT
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                                       Hanging on for Dear Life

  

Hanging On For Dear Life

A gust caught a giggle
Scooping me up above the tree line
 where the hot air balloons live
And the clouds play tether ball
Scattering the stars
Catapulting around Saturn 
Hanging on for dear life
As the dragon kite skimmed and skirted
 me back over the dewy grass
Dropping me like a note into my dreams

Hanging on for Dear Life

      A marriage, once strong, is slowly disintegrating.
      People and negative forces r a g e against them; 
        Laughed at in the trenches, yet, they fight to 
      Keep everything glued intact.

Hanging On For Dear Life

Lately, nothing seems to be going right.
Sorrow spills from my heart every night.
Try as I might, I simply fail to understand
why my tears gather like grains of sand.
I'm hanging on for dear life, but how I miss
the love we shared. I've fallen into an abyss,
and in the distance I watch the sun as it sets,
filled

Hanging on for Dear Life

Dear Life
I'm hanging on for that bare second when love enters emptiness. 
Another world unfolds. Bold as God-breathed words: let there be - 
disarticulating chaos, setting light abroad; hatching hope for humanity

hang on to dateless futurity
when past errors, tears, and scares are ash beneath canceled seas. 
Pristine stars crown celestial plafonds. 
Prosaic passages of time

Hanging On For Dear Life

The road to walk life is unsure and the time finite,        
at the end of the dark tunnel, I don’t see the light.
I’m in the maze of wilderness in the stormy night, 
see the splinters of the gloomy sky fall around me.      

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