Rope Poems - Poems about Rope

You tied the noose that I hang from I stare at the writing on the wall I feel like all the words are written wrong My feet can’t find the stall I wish my thoughts would just be gone I am the rope in which they tie I can’t seem to shape the future of my life Got me thinking am I...

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He never runs out of patience gives us as much rope as we need We can use it to climb our way up to Him or hang ourselves with our misdeeds ...

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The Rope Broke By: Aundrea Methvin Standing in the pouring rain His hood pulled up, the warmth barely affecting him As his sorrow engulfs him Tears streak down his cheeks He holds a single rose Two centuries have passed and still he mourns They had battled, hell, he still bore the scar from the freshly forged heated sword Yet he loved...

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When walking tight rope Use your heart and mind To balance the situation To never get fall Don't look elsewhere Focus your mind forward While concentrating on the rope Let the heart control the inner Stretch your both hands sideways Like a feather for wind control Step the right foot forward To leverage success Until you reach the end To victory and never came back....

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THE ROPE One end anchored in faith, and the other in the solid rock, Jesus. Fibers of love, mercy, hope, peace strong strands interwoven. A guide when the storms of life beat against the soul. A friend to grasp during the deep drifts of depression. It is always there for me, never moving, never breaking. I am the one who lets go, from arrogance and self-...

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On a rope woven from ancestral nightmares and the greed of shadow monsters, I step with bare feet, while my thoughts dance chaotically in a penumbra, Between dream and reality, between sky and earth, between here and beyond myself, I float suspended in the cold air, and the city below reveals its posthumous secrets. They always whispered not to...

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Granny’s words like a blue bell ring true How you get him is how you’ll loose him too Playing with words phone sex as clarinet cool When the reed becomes dull what will you do When the instruments become familiar ground Will pink passion be still fashion of solid ground Are your high hopes and gropes like rope Enough room to breathe...

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Pumping iron, jumping rope don’t agree with me mainly because I’ve two problem knees But 16-ounce curls with a cold can of beer move me to...

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Grab ahold to the rope of hope, Rise into your moment of destiny, And change your world with heaven’s might, For you are destined to shine forever bright. In this leap year, your destiny is open, Spring forth, for these are your moments With you is more than those who oppose, Together with heaven overcome the foes. Let prosperity be your garment, with...

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I’m hanging on a rope of lies hanging on for dear life. I don’t know what got me today but I gotta let go this rope is cutting me, deep in my hands with small glass shards ripping through my skin like a fiber glass patch. Cutting into your skin eating you alive you are hanging on...

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Today, love drifts in the air, like a silk rope stretched beneath the shattered moon, The spirits of the night grasp it with their trembling fingers, sifting it amongst the twinkling stars. It gently sways, suspended in infinity, like a phantom in search of solace, Transforming into a constellation, it becomes the nebula where love comes to awareness. It...

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Choked, escaping existence Tighten, Beating heart skips Burns that stretch Painful Hurtful Dying bliss Gathered like a lasso I can’t breathe anymore Tighten… Breathless…...

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Donkey stops to tap the rope bridge now Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap The snowy owls watch, waiting, wondering, Pondering what donkey’s next move will be The girl on his back is a bit alarmed The tapping continues Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap No one else is on the bridge, but she holds her breath Wondering what donkey knows that she...

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(Oscar Wilde wrote that long poem "The Ballad of Reading Gaol" in 1897, quoted here. In it, a man met his death; for some decades the UK has not had the death penalty.) ...

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The taut rope is tightening, Fears of an end heightening; No hope of it loosening: The craziest reasoning… Yes, helping hands slackening, A quite bright day darkening; Now, a sight quite sickening, The vigorous weakening, Tough men turn the defenseless, As tough women the helpless… On could pick out the listless, At that moment quite useless! Only the crown free from scratch, High fever never...

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