Short Grapples Poems
Short Grapples Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Grapples by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Grapples by length and keyword.
A fridge full of food
for some shiny apples
The bun to a meat
of a cheese that grapples
The soul for a man
of a hunger ample
The chase to a light
of a door for sample
That love is a food
for a trod to trample
And haste for a mood
of faced example
Finesse seeds sensations:
Movement in creation
Purpose primes direction.
Draw closer now to seed:
Feel beauty grace fond need
As visual moments speed.
Address life's ample glow:
Wise focus grapples show
As fragile pleasures grow.
Leon Enriquez
09 April 2015
Singapore
Soft words curl
Leapfrogs loud
Heavy lift
Soft sense knows
Discerns well
Poignant poise
Soft tell works
Grapples gist
Notice lures
Soft moods cast
Reveals more
Lavish zest
Soft moves plain
Subtle touch
Amply fond
Leon Enriquez
01 September 2019
Singapore
When a man climbs a mountain
Or zooms into space,
When he meets a dilemma
Looks it straight in the face,
His head held high
He faces the sun
Meeting the challenge
Till victory is won.
When a man storms the walls
And fights for his right
When he takes to the task
With all of his might,
He grapples with courage
He conquers his fears
The sign of his splendor
Is reflected in tears.
Be blooming boss
Greasy grime gloss
Make moments move
Grief grapples grooves
Ply petty poise
Niche nurtures noise
Dare dreamy daze
Catch crumbling craze
Sense stupid stay
Pick piquant pay
Symbols sign stains
Pronounce plain pain
Wise words work well
Dance drowsy dwell
Mind minions may
Doom dying day
List lonely loss
True trifles toss
Leon Enriquez
04 Aigust 2015
Singapore
What fun to shake the trees;
the wind, playful.
She doesn’t have to ask please,
nor be graceful.
Leaves not picked like apples;
flutters like snow.
Crisp like the fruit; wrestling grapples
the pile below.
The wind, playful.
She doesn’t have to ask please.
Her shake, faithful.
In Autumn, she’s ripe to tease.
Flutters like snow;
crisp like the fruit. Wrestling grapples
handfuls to go
in Fall’s blowhard battle.
Sad sorrow speaks
Primal pain peaks
Feel feelings frame
Nasty nude name
Lovely lines leak
Sultry sense speaks
Mad mellow moods
Glimpse grapples good
Sad story signs
Apt art aligns
Prize pretty poise
Claim charming choice
Wonder works writes
Chase crafty cites
Touch trickles tears
Note nasty near
Sharp splinters stroke
Pungent prompt poke
Last laughter lost
Crave clusters cost
Leon Enriquez
10 April 2019
Singapore
Night rewrites day, transforms the blues
with ink-wash, urges me to forget
grapples, tasks, drudgery,
hard surfaces and hardened people as all things
soften, lighten, blur— even gravity pulls less
as if the world’s core has pardoned the hefty afternoon.
Sheets pouch this body, pillows
accept every sigh. Sleep is a leave-taking,
a poetic restoration of sense and mindfulness.
Faultless, this need to submit, this appeal to let go. Just let it go.
I step into the new day.
Standing,
in the valley of the mountains,
The red dawn predicts change.
Inside, a cloak of darkness hangs.
Daniel sits,
confused,
in his brown reclining chair.
Birds cut low through the morning sky.
Knowingly,
Earth follows the Laws of Nature,
rain will soon fall.
Lingering,
he grapples with mortality,
as death's cloak falls over him.
The storm breaks hard.
I cry,
in the valley of the mountains,
where the dawn predicts change.