Short Clench Poems
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Clench mine and sense it
Never release if unsure
Feel every moment
Feel every scar and roughness
Until you feel satisfied
with clinch
of teeth, a clench
of fist, straining to flinch,
the sail inched up, on tug of winch,
a cinch
Since Mexico cast off the French
Make sure a Corona to clench
And forgo the Merlot
On Cinco de Mayo
But buy beer which can a thirst quench
Teeth ache from the clench.
Tension.
Restraint.
Busting forth and out, like the splitting of an atom.
No mercy to those around.
Caught in the blast.
BOOM!
Form:
cold sweat forms salty
curled knuckles clench crisp sheets
no warm accompaniment
yet the Almighty speaks
augury tossed bones
angelic choirs soulfull speak
Listen to poem:
Clenching right fist tight
wrenches your memories fast.
No need for string tied
around a finger knotted,
for left fist clench pops recall.
Against my heart you clench the knife,
Remember the passion we shared, once rife.
You became the sole cause of my strife,
And to think I yearned to be your wife.
the anticipatory
Gut wrench
sweat stench
teeth clench
mind race
feet pace
white face
hands shake
wide awake
cant take!...
....my mistake its not so bad.
Form:
Bone chilled, numb fingers
fight to clench the precipice
in frigid, thin air
against the restless mountains
he releases his burdens.
Written on 5/26/2016
He forged a throne from heaven's blaze,
Then gripped the flame—it slipped through praise.
Who trusts his head must understand:
To clench is to be crushed by your own hand.
In broken silence,
a single breath rises--
flickers of hope through the cracks,
light spills where shadows clench
vigor birthed from the stillness,
victory whispered softly.
The stream, a phantom in my hand,
I clench; the liquid's gone, unmanned.
To hold what shifts beyond recall,
Is chasing silence through a wall.
David B Hurlburt Jr.
When I think
there must be silence
a ticking clock is my enemy
a tv set rushes me to the brink
music makes my teeth clench
some claim to think by music
I do not believe them
heart braces for impact of bliss pheromones
rapture spasms cause eyes to clench shut
we celebrate the offered joy vibration
each hue new beauteously renews
as we meld with the sensation
eyes clench shut
bliss spasms manifest
all we do is receive
God does the rest
ours is is a lonely path
because although we share
in truth no one understands
words laying our soul bare
I’ve perfected the art
Of withholding a fart
I tighten my buttocks and clench
But when no one is the vicinity
I let rip with a dreadful stench
28th March 2016
Jan Allison
flying fluttery
bird nestled on the phone line
rests in the cold feet
~
clench on power line
bird nestled on the phone line
winter's frozen birds
12/11/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
cauldroned lakes of steam
wafting up in fevered plumes
labored breath as life exhales
venomed arctic gales
plunder trees on sun starved days
brittle claws of tumbled leaves
17 Sep 2014
Choka Me - Poetry Contest
5 - 7 - 7 - 5 - 7 - 7
UNSUPPORTED CODE NIGHT MOVES
wrapped in a shroud
pread-eagled man
lies… dreamless
in the unmade
grave of his bed
beams glare on his
mooning face
as his hands clench
on the nights long
throat
©Kim van Breda—August 2015
Your hands extended from you wrists.....the clench of them around my arms
in welted need... never anger
has a scent that will never fade
leaves a beauty mark far more indelible than any tattoo
inked in red upon my blue
pulse points
time passes, hands clasped,
afraid of what might happen,
clench tight on what's been.
eyes stare unblinking,
lest the sheer weight of mere thought,
reveals happenstance.
ears distracted dwell
on mantra seance murmurs
when will never end?
Don't scold me, or else
I 'll close my eyes
Bury my face
Or else
Turn my back
Bang the door
Or else
Kick my legs
Clench my fists
Challenge back
Or else
Glare my eyes
Pout my mouth
Show a sour face
Or else
One, two, three
Flee for life
She enters the room with a horrible stench
A terrible curse for so lovely a wench
They call her wind Mariah
It reeks of sweet papaya
Here’s hoping she finally learns how to clench!
2/3/22
This one's for Jan!
bliss currents peak
eyes clench shut
we are definitely
out of the book
no scripture validates
the pulsations imbibed
the external recedes
we dwell in silence
alone with this secret
hidden in plain sight
within
09-February-2023
Growl
Grasp at life
Flushed out in full flight
Wind's wild moaning warmth
Frisks it, whisked
Up
From fist clench
Fingers curled tense- tight
Unfurl hurts
Gasps
Of air rasped
Hoarse sounds break from husk
Gutted heart
Thumps
Posted 2017.