Held Poems

Held, Anchored I Drown

Verse 1
For some time, have I floated—mildly adrift.
One killick holds me—not too deep, not too swift.
Though life threw waves, to force me down—this slightly rusted metal had held me.
I thought I would be safe… until other anchor bound.
In the anchor—turned weight; the drowning became fate.
I fight the surface, the struggle, the search.
The air—thick with sadness;

When the World Held Its Breath

When the world seem to hold its breath
Water starts to collect at the bottom lid of eye
Out of nowhere; lips trembled to speak in dark
Hands danced trying to express the inner words
In sight of no audience a spirit howled in me
Asking whether we deserved it or not
Manifesting no difference in past and present
Seeking a hand

Bazball or Bazbat goes soft and flat

Alright have to admit that whole drole Bazball or Baz Bat cool cat vibe…rabbit out of hat tribe.. is taking its toll..sunk in a hole..losing it’s goal and soul..not being a vitriol troll..maybe need to mull over a cull of this rigmarole..

Can’t pretend..is the end of this spangly jangly new fangled trend…nothing off the shelf…just

The Man Who Held His World In His Hands

Maybe love is forever
Or at least long enough
Maybe devotion is definite
Or will at least last a lifetime
Maybe you can have everything in the palm of your hand
Because I once saw a man
With his world in his hands

Every Sunday at 8:30 am sharp
The golden hour of the morning
When the sun is warming
Not yet burning
When the day

She held out a rose

She held out a rose, with a smile,
although I was at fault;
her gesture pure and free from guile,
her aura did exalt.

By her love infected,
parallax corrected,
her light I reflected.

In tranquil repose ~
She held out a rose

I Wasn't Built to be Held

They say
grief comes in waves,
but mine is a tide that never learned to leave.
It rests beneath my skin like a secret bruise—
blue,
purple,
black where it used to bloom red.

I carry silence like a language
no one taught me how to unlearn.
You told me I was too much,
too loud, too sharp,
too everything
to be loved like something fragile.
So I

I held long where I didn't belong

Where I should have walked away I kept running back…

I believed in nothing

Only speculations of what love is, kept me there. 

I deserved better yet i waited too long

Longing for things to get better…

I was lied to! Deceived and given empty promises…

I got used! Troubled and thrown to tremble and die

I waited long to see

HELD UNTO HER

HELD UNTO HER

I held her, I held her in my vision;
My soul surely stared;
I held her, in my heart beats rhythm wells;
I touch her mind her thoughts I play;
Over and over and over did my spirit pray? 
Squeezing so tight everything a burl
As I held on to her ;

5/12/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.

Hats Held

Valor, thy call is a countryman's claim.
Nowhere but not quite alone in the game.
Thunderbolt, twilight is perfect for you!
Hope will accrue before we all turn blue...
Singular, smiling. Sink fast in the sea?
Maybe not, young fellow. Then we'd be free?
Not on your life nor the edge of a knife!
Fain would the demon-sultan blow the fife...

Trickling through

You held the knife

You held the knife.
All along I thought it was fine because you held the knife
But apparently everything was wrong
I was wrong
Wrong about you and all that I thought you could be
I thought I could trust you.
But no. 
You held the knife facing me
Waiting for your chance
Holding the handle with all you might
As it sits in

We are loved and held dear

Inspired by the woods. Nature is incredible. God's blessings are everywhere.

We are loved and held dear
By Michelle Morris 
05/04/2025

The birds sing effortlessly 
With Joy and Wonder
Their Happiness is unbridled 
Their Peace shared with everyone 

The woods are silent 
There is no human interaction 
All I hear is birdsong and a babbling brook
Nature's blessings without distraction

Held Together Like Daisy Chains

pluck me like a ripened fruit from the garden
that the sun shone on early in the morning
and you would sigh in relief at the harvest
because i was good to you

see me as fondly as the first buds of spring
unleashing their insides to the world 
how your tongue savors its fruit 
like a parched desert flower

Held Back

A tongue sheathed wields weight
heavier than any swung sword.
I learned to tuck my knives behind my teeth,
to swallow silence—make it my armor,
until my own words tasted bitter,
cold as iron.

There was a time I wanted to tell you
how I could break—
but truth isn't a gift, it's a weapon
in the wrong hands.

I remember that night at the

Held Together, Falling Apart

I am filled with rage and frustration. I’m doing my best, pushing forward with everything I have, yet I feel forced to halt my own progress. In a tempestuous fury, I question you.

I lead, I strive, and every step feels like a battle with you. You have it easy, assuming I’ll shoulder everything while you

Held Against My Heart

Oh, can one really blame me
              for what is held against my heart
Perhaps it’s not what you may think
               not what’s detained or set apart

But rather. sentimental glee

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