Short Grasp Poems
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So desperate for attention
He foments vote-count dissension
Every day a new twist or turn
Nero fiddles, while Rome burns
In it's prayer like grasp
Incredible mandables
The praying mantis
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Caught in midwinter night’s grasp
My windfilled eyes brim with tears
But what are tears in the dark
When the snow
fills my heart
with the light
of dying
stars
The winter was long, cold, and gray,
Till spring finally headed our way.
With the melt and the thaw,
The worst sight I saw,
Was where the sun doesn't shine every day.
One of life's challenges
is to find your own speed
Where travel is constant,
destination in sight
Too fast,
and yesterday abandons your future
Too slow,
and memory stretches beyond your grasp
(Airplane to Richmond 10/14/2016)
Demons grasp my soul,
as I drown in my own tears,
they pull me into hell,
I cry out in despair,
their claws tear through me,
the pain that I cannot bear,
my body refuses to fight,
I become a ragdoll,
As they feast upon my soul,
Death,
Is inevitable
Hand me down the strength
to whisper and wail like the gods of lore
to tinkle and trample their ears
ride on asteroids,
hands up in the air,
hats catching wind,
and we lose them.
Dig them spurs in deep, gal;
this ride don't stop till Future-time
hath come.
There was something in the breeze on that day,
Perhaps an idea by which he was dethroned
Or rather he abdicated
And all this while he had her at arms reach though never enraptured
It was on that day he would pine for her only to capture the fading traces of a wraith.
Form:
forget
slip my mind
nothing really sticks
simple mind
let it go
never really trying to grasp
to hold on tight
let them believe
habit being formed
now I can't stop
act becomes reality
why can't I remember
why does it all slip my mind
why am I not how they see me
bottom of a bowel
of jagged rocks
slender bristling pines
ring a ragged sky
through which slips
slivers of warmth
hugging me like a child
on this crisp morning
life on the line
wiggling wriggling
jumping
splashing, flashing
slippery, cold, and firm
in my grasp
What man can’t understand
he often chooses to believe
Where lying just beyond his grasp
all faith and dogma bleed
What man can’t understand
he follows blindly ill conceived
A void to fill as darkness hides
—a fantasy supreme
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)
E-agerly
M-emorize
M-y
A-crostic
N-ote
U-sing
E-xceptional
L-iterary
G-rasp's
E-xcellence
O-nce
R-ighteous
G-reetings
E-arnestly
C-reate
E-ntertaining
F-orm's
A-nnual
I-nspiration
Topic: Birthday of Poet Emmanuel George Cefai (March 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
At first dark clouds
then a droplet fell.
Gathering strength,
small puddles
appeared
and began to swell.
It's raining! It's raining!
My neighbor joined
in my cries.
Is it the rain,
or tears in my eyes.
I reached out
my hand
as if to grasp
the heavenly spigot
to make it last.
Winters grasp crippled the fingers,
encased this mind in an icy block,
a season that continues to linger.
Through all, heart beat like wings of a migrating flock
constantly surging thoughts of a love
that kept me from a cold dark fate.
As this world around warms for the dove
my mind slowly begins to dilate.
In all of life there is a time...
a time for caring,
a time for loving,
a time for sharing.
We beg for that time - we bless its arrival...
that time connects us,
it makes us whole,
it cares for our souls.
We squander some of it,
we demand more of it,
but in the end...
we only have those precious moments.
You till the land;
Nose stinks of sand.
You water throat;
Tum suffers gloat.
Like no difference;
Hope paints absence.
Like dreaming soil;
Seedlings seem spoil.
Cum every phase;
Fruits count on days...
Cum every need;
Mouths wish to feed...
Those that till..., stay!
Those for fruits..., stray!
Soup and greens,beer and tea
buttlerfly young just love me,
aphid trap and liquid feed
ladybird heaven,yes indeed!
I love phosphate & nitrate soil
such versatility reduces toil,
my leaves quicken the compost
all this for free,at no cost!
Okay,okay,yes I sting
but for you its win,win,win!
,
Tribute to the utrica dioica
Firmly in her Grasp
Captivated by this beauty,
my heart held firmly in her grasp.
Sweet, just like a mango smoothie!
Captivated by this beauty
Superstar, I am her groupie
and I feel up to the task.
Captivated by this beauty,
my heart held firmly in her grasp.
ABaAabAB
Triolet
Jared Pickett
9/11/14
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He ripped his hand from her gripping grasp
Upon the reentry of my eyes
She’s taking a drag
On a lowly, loathed fixation
Yet his hypocritical heart hunts for it
But they aren’t conjoined ceaselessly
For my presence is an unbinding force
But if you love her
Tell her
And hold her
Don’t let my existence
Rot your heart and your hands
Form:
GRASP the future by the tail
And HOLD on for the ride
CLASP the VINES that help you SOAR
Before the folks who GLIDE
GASP for breath
And CLUTCH the breeze
That blows behind your sail
Rainbows viewed by attitude
Are HUED as we INHALE.
Written June 26, 2021
For the “Writing Prompt-Grasp-Poetry Contest”
Sponsored by Constance La France
face-down
why not
look...
we haven't
yet
joined
the
whispy
dust,
and we
can't
hide
our
very
essence
away forever,
in hopes
of
hold
& grasp
james kenneth blaylock
5/18/07
Form:
sequestered in a
somber sepulchre
where I relinquish
dead memories
and iced nightmares
upon resting ivy,
twisted
with rotting thistle
I'm no longer
able to breathe
pulverized pain
as I shed this
stitched-on hollow skin
resuscitation under
Jupiter's moon
Face to face
with harsh realities.
Have to wonder,
what is there to fight for?
Can't catch my breath,
as everything catches up.
Am I alone?
Trying to hold on,
after getting lost
so many times.
Living on the edge
doomed to darkness
and despair.
It feels like,
there's nothing left.
A small noise of hope,
it rang out.
But it's out of grasp...
(September 20th, 2012)
A concept very hard to grasp:
Remove a thought the mind has clasped.
And though we struggle, though we try
We won’t pick up the reason why.
It’s right there, right within our grip,
Yet tightening, our fingers slip.
We cannot free ourselves of thought
Ensnared within the neurons, caught.
By this, our efforts are undone:
Our brains, one-way, opposable thumbs.
I forget what form of poetry this is (wrote it for English class a while back.)
Swallow within your own, Panic!
Wriggling in its strong grasp, Suffering!
Subdued beneath its murk, Frantic!
Twitching weakly with hope, Flickering!...
Peacefully captive lost soul, Unspoken…
Recalling events long past, Ebbing…
Neglected feelings pour out, Broken .
© Samir Georges
2007
Form: