Short Groping Poems
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Alone
In the darkness
Seeking to find someone
Stumbling, searching, groping for help
Forlorn
SUCH A MISERABLE HUMAN BEING
BLINDLY GROPING, NEVER SEEING
STUPIDLY THINKING DEATH IS FREEING
SUCH A MISERABLE HUMAN BEING
Donald Trump opposes abortion
The President favors extortion
"We must keep them dumb
And under out thumb
To grope the greatest proportion"
her sore dogs are barking
tavern wench rests on wine barrel
taking a break away from groping hands
sipping a bit of wine
so she can face the next hour
Gathered groping
The cheesy eloping
Thinly spread across time
Wandering amidst bloated stride
Burning from flesh to organ
Incinerating hope
And carrying no burden
The Republicans are all hoping
You forgot all about Trump's groping
But New York women
Are like a lemon*
Sugar daddies sweeten the coping!
*excluding Ilene, of course!
Happy each morning as poop on a stick
Happy as smooching with a cute li'l chick
Grabbing and groping
Probing and scoping
Had a wonderful time till my back got a crick
moonlight tries to hide
outstretched hands reach for her
groping in the night
June 3rd, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
Lost,
In the mist of doubt, my heart was groping,
Its way to find
Till
The moment, the sun of your love, illumined
Certainty’s path!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 September 2015
diamante
optimist
auspicious, positive
hoping, unveiling, explaining
enthusiast, energy - lethargy, fatalist
complaining, curtailing, groping
negative, suspicious
pessimist
Happy each morning as poop on a stick
Happy as smooching with a cute li'l chick
Grabbing and groping
Probing and scoping
Have a wonderful time till in my back gets a crick
© Jack Ellison 2015
Quantum g-spot
Simultaneous revulsion
And primal mystic
Archaic groan
Unpredicable tectonic
Moaning through time
Creation spins itself
Reincarnation splatters across the waves
Fingering past time hopes
Groping for change
ships of the night passing just right,
connection, the door can spring open,
let us hope love lasts, delight,
2 strangers, not now, in darkness a groping...
thanks 4 the inspiration Gail Doyle!
Don
Aye!
The eye of the storm!
So still, breathless
A being of air, silence, space
Surrounded by
tumultuous,
swirling,
chaotic debris
of manufactured lives –
I, the eye
of my storm
dusty, blind and groping
Teetering…
on that prolific edge of mediocrity
Groping…
like some street-ravaged whore in the darkness
Clinging…
to that abstract formality of “us”
Drowning…
as you lie, complacent, in your nothingness
Bird at open window
Soft Summer rain
Leaf flickered teardrops
Life slipping down
To nurture the ground
As I sit here groping
Hoping to find
Wording of moment
To picture in kind
How all is encircled
And loving entwined
tossed, blown away by Life's
howling wayward winds,
groping in the dark caves
of cold calloused hearts,
still able to keep unshaken
and firm my Fearless Faith
in tomorrow's smiling sunrise,
in much better things to come.
God is in the mystery
Knowing there's life we don't know
Movement that is greater than I
Eyes perceive as the mind entrains
But to grow with mystery
You must relinquish all groping
Relieve yourself of control
Allow the heart to do its work
some silhouettes run along
even in darkness of night
faint ray of light, all it takes
to reveal them groping you
sticking like slithering leach
sucking away your goodness
incognito, on the sly
Mohan Chutani
Date: 9.8.2014
Contest: Silhouette of a heptagonet
Can you hear the silent noise in the rhythm of fright?
screeching scratching, in the dead of the night
Ground opens and Zombies groping, looking to feast
Moon shining on blood drenched teeth
Tis just a thought within one’s mind
This is the frightening of the fear inside
Trees and Leaves
Tall, groping giants.
Streching higher with branches.
Bark like rough blanket.
Falling, slowly down.
Looping down to forest floor.
Like crunchy blanket.
From branches to ground.
Shooting up sprouting leaves.
Trees and leaves unite.
shining through branches
laden with weight of silence
moon mirrored your eyes
then weaved laces of moonlight
over the face of the pond
out of hope entwined
we looked for what we had lost
searching among stars
groping for a chance to feel
tomorrow under our feet
Groping in the cavern,
I was badly in need of a lantern,
Bereft of vision,
I was without a mission,
A bat had battered on my hat,
And on my face had swat,
On many a hurdle did I stumble,
But what kept me going,
Were the fireflies of love
Which your heart had been ceaselessly spouting.
He opened a door, approaching a massive thunderstorm.
The lizard king pounding vocal strings at the whisky a go go,
lightning bolts striking everywhere.
He was born groping for doors
that's how he probably died
spurring the flanks of roan thunderheads
in a torrent called we call life.
So Often- Not!
A gentle sun listens
to sky-
teaching
Dogs to dance
and Cats to dream…
Stones remember
high-rises-
once life-full,
now:
broken bits
of “pain” and glass.
Stars bring a
shimmering moon
Into the night,
guided by faith
from a dark peace.
Groping my way- still…