Short Clasping Poems
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Upon
vanity
of vanities-
fragile egos will ride
the wind
clasping
brief moments
ephemeral-
that die in tomorrow's
ashes
HANDS
ambidexterous, mine and yours, yet clasping each other
in prayer for poets - and Elizabeth or Lisa - best for sister, mother
Leaning on the rail,
Clasping a clutch bag of dreams.
Sea spray blends with tears.
Propellers churn memories,
Of Love betrayed and submerged.
orange deepens
twilight,
clasping
praying fingers…
towel-dry night
sketches,
drapes of wishes
held in secret
Brian Strand Standard Contest
HER LOVELY Necklace - A Didactic Cinquain
Necklace
Emerald, stringed
Clasping, Collaring, existing
Ever so emerald
Choker
2/11/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2023
Reginald laughed,
Entering the bar boldly.
"Just another day in paradise"…
Escaping the cold,
Clasping the big envelope
To his chest, not letting go.
"each to their own", he said,
Dejectedly.
The soul, my notebooks and I
The ant lies dead in her coffin
With no one at her funeral
But I and my notebooks
And her own soul
I sat clasping
My mountains of notebooks
Firmly to my chest crying
The size of goodbye.
Rest your lips upon mine
Let me taste of your sweet wine
Holding these arms and clasping them
Dreaming of this love so divine
Tickling my thought’s of you
Caressing each moment of time
Would you be
My Valentine
Fingers touching
Eyes closing
Pulse racing
Heart pounding
Hands clasping
Back arching
Eyes locking
Hips thrusting
Breath quickening
Passion exploding
Bodies shaken
Spirits unite
His name spoken
Love is made
Form:
Clasping thought’s
Memories hidden
All have them
Good or Evil ones
Without one
You cannot
Have the other
If all were evil
We would not
Know the good
If all were good
We would not
Know the evil
By blending
These two together
They are called
Human Thought’s
Clasping harder I pulled,
though her hand slipped away,
And when I looked down,
In my palm, it did lay...
Left only with blood,
Thickened with grief.
The dream stole my heart,
Nightmare was the thief...
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Finish the Dream Contest
sponsored by Matt Calari
Clasping onto the wildest dreams,
grasping for those lost strings;
Crashing on air that doesn’t come,
wrapping me in excruciating longing;
Prisoner of this world you created,
conspirator as I breathe your energy;
Provocateur dancing bathed in stardust,
closer ever closer, to synergy.
They sit in the waiting room in silence
Tightly clasping hands
Together both fearful
To hear words from just one man
Most crucial words they will ever hear
In moments their life’s may change
Intently watching the door open
Eyes lock when they hear their name
They leave the waiting room in silence….
Embracing eyes upon sight
Swirling as a whirlwind
Clasping lips together as one
Hearts in sync as a double bass
A Symphony of Violins
Quivering tones of Love
As Bass Woodwinds
With Sounds of Angels harps
Reaching deep into the soul
Beethoven whispering tunes
In this Theater
of Love
Windy wild wind whipping flailing and cutting through
You bring us together like invisible glue
Holding hats and huddling hands clasping crunched capes
Jealous soul you bold barometric beast
Hairdos, skirts, scarves, hats and pails blown away in envious fury
If we could capture you you’d be in front of a jury!
In the drizzling rain
Lemon afternoon it was
On fire was the forest
Vertigo-molecules in the breeze
Electricity in clasping clouds
Yellow roses holding fingers
Opened the lips
Unanchored our birds
September 8, 2019
Writing Challenge 1, September 2019 - Eight Line Form
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
Desperately clasping your hand
I tremble
at the thought
of letting go:
watching as the life drains,
from your eyes.
Death is coming to take you
away from me.
And I tremble;
as my hand
feels your hand go limp:
and Death arrives.
Tantalizingly teasing taunting,
Radiating rapacious rapture,
Slowly seductively seducing,
Passion pulsing pleading,
Searching seeking suddenly,
Finding fulfilling feverishly,
Greedily grabbing grasping,
Clutching clasping close,
Amorously adventuring afar,
Becoming bewitched beguiled,
Drawn dazzled dazed,
Hurriedly headed home.
Form:
I gasp, for cluttered words dissolve,
clasping at fear for an unknown resolve.
The heartbeat's drummer is out of sync,
reduced to what emotions think.
Yet in the mighty realm of hope,
there lies an outstretched cord of rope,
in which to save from tears' great flood,
and flourish a garden with fertile mud.
7-23-2022
Blistering and scorching sands
Land of the hushed and crushed hands
Up the creepy furs clasping 'round
Ebbing scraped sand of ants' mound
Mortars of the deep and steamy skies
O'er peals and dreamy flies
Off the reef passerine of stormy glides entreat
New leaf flit, strength above my feet...
Sunsets tweak, marvels at its peak
Yonder weeping tears
Wondering and weak
Undefiled and tender
Straightway comforting
Clasping her gingerly
Strengthening the soul
Replenishing privily love
Nourish might of mind
Disintegrating past
Renewing the future
Grasping new adventures
One connection of two
Traveling new roads
Never restrained
Tumbling down blocks
Always as one
We waltz among moonlit clouds,
chiffon robes, a dreamy shroud.
Clasping hands we spin and twirl,
this sleepers haven, a perfect world.
Darkness lends to a soul's relief,
sparing hearts from the grief.
Trending fears of dawns new light,
shining pain upon the plight.
An evenings gift, at days long end,
a return to sleep, when we'll dance again!
blue
beauty
befriends beast,
belies belief!
but better be beware brave butterfly
cruel chameleon can change colour
clasping cat claws
could cause crude
chainsaw
cuts
picture 3 Double tetractyls contest
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1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1 syllables
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Sponsor Eve Roper
Date written 20/08/20
Gasping
rasping
clasping
grasping
condemned man's last gasping, rasping breath,
hands on the noose clasping, grasping- death
(* Tyburn was the site of public hangings in London from the 12th century,
executing everyone from Highwaymen to Clergymen, at what is now Marble Arch)
For contest 'write me a Tyburn', sponsor Kim Rodrigues
24th january 2018
So many have disappeared,
Without any parchment or ink,
this talent frozen in time.
As my mind wonders,
I fret and ponder.
Clasping my head all night,
with my mind spinning,
should I write this poem or not?
Lost in this world of imagination,
With my eyes dimming unable to create.
Then I wrote this poem within my thoughts,
that I never wrote that night.