Short Squeezes Poems
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Sadness interferes with life
In me it muses
I feel the power of hurt
And it squeezes out
Saddened heartlessness
Russell Sivey
Hipperity hipperity hop
bunny so full he could pop
squeezes down his hole
bumping into mole
who gave his ear a sound wop
Immediately upon entering the house
she squeezes her husband’s hand and sighs
for she can see so many future memories
unfolding before her eyes.
A girl searched for the perfect fit
But found men quite the opposite
Whether tight or loose
They all love a noose
That squeezes for a little bit
Sensual Haiku
With a lump of clay
Her hands erected a vase
Sensual flowers.
Experienced fingers
Squeezes the cow’s teats tenderly
A dreaming milkmaid.
morning
glories wrap
beautiful flowers
climbs, squeezes, chokes their stalk, limbs
so like some humans who climb, squeeze, choke until
HE WHO LAUGHS LAST*
tears cling to eye lash
infliction of mock laughter
the heart squeezes closed
Kim Rodrigues ©2017
*See about poem
A dozen red roses
bleed into rainwater
that trickles down like streams
through cracked pavement.
Pain squeezes
at her fractured heart,
its contents slowly oozing
into her body,
like red rivers.
Two Old Flames
Holding Hands In The Park
Always Together
He gives Her A Rose.
Sixty Years With Her A Joy,
He Is Thankful For.
She Squeezes Him Tight.
Kissing Him On The Cheek,
And Never Regrets.
Saying nothing I have said,
That love has said it all.
A crushing hand, that
Squeezes on my heart.
I remember nothing else
An ember nor a spark.
Saying nothing I have said,
That love has said it all.
He holds his little
boy's hand so tight,
that there is no fear
of losing him again,
after so long
The boy,
no longer little
looks down and squeezes
back, tighter
and thinks
Fear no longer, Daddy
I'm home
Hungry for everything, most of all for this sound.
How good it is that he is there and doesn't see me
A pageant of ambivalence squeezes my chest and finds solace in pain.
I am a girl. But to speak this way, I shall never learn.
He jumps into his pants
gulps down an espresso
Fairly flies out the door
caught up in the flow
Sprints to the corner
squeezes onto the bus
His name is not ‘Superman’
~ He’s just one of us
We walk hand in hand
Me and who I used to be
Sometimes I feel like I failed her
Sometimes I feel like i could do better
Like I dissappointed her
Tears stain my face
As she squeezes my hand
Reassuring me
That we are in this together.
I HATE how it squeezes
It unnerves and freezes
Blood pounds through the arm
Setting off my alarm
Read her face like a book
(The nurse has that look)
"It's high to the max"
"Just try to relax!"
"You're close to a stroke"
(Lord, I need a smoke)
Saying nothing I have said,
That love has said it all.
A crushing hand, that
Squeezes on my heart.
I remember nothing else
An ember nor a spark.
Saying nothing I have said,
That love has said it all.
James McLain Sunday, April 26, 2020
Guilt knaws at my stomach,
And worries my heart.
It wraps around my throat
And squeezes harshly,
Stealing the breath
Right from my lungs.
Unease settles somewhere
Deep in my core,
An aching fear of secrets
that may not make it
to the grave.
my muse -
departed …
sometimes reality squeezes you dry,
and breathes you away with the dust …
words, beings, cadences,
the gists of the gloaming -
gone …
so …
just write.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, April 12, 2023
Light and airy summer breezes
Make short shrift of springtime sneezes,
Warm and thoughtful gentle squeezes
Undo ill-tempered moody freezes,
A welcomed smile much tension eases
If we would always do what pleases.
Written May 27, 2022
G ut wrenching sobs
R ip you apart
I ntense pain squeezes your heart
E ntrenched in the gloom where only death blooms
F elled by the tune from the Grim Reapers harp
. ~~~~~
Written: Feb. 10, 2006
My first attempt of an Acrostic
the horizon sometimes darkens
squeezes the air
in fact,own connected to
let's change our sea
when the wind blows hard
a horrific view
the roofs are flies
sought refuge
let's change our sea
last words are heavy
nobody wants to hear
in your shoes I
let's change our sea
Perhaps...
Life in peril
The arctic sun never sets
Ice thickness recedes
Global warming squeezes
Grandma's smile
Her friend, the Polar Bear, dies
Her cup of tea....cold
Hold the rocks you believe
Never let go their grasp
In time, no one remembers
no one
remembers
to be in love is a joy
I am just a man
not a boy
she graduated me to manhood
her loving is so good
she loves me too
the way she should
tender kisses in the morning
just to wake me up
hugs and squeezes in my coffee cup
she makes my day
at night when the lights are down low
she holds me tight
the woman is right
the one for me
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Each ring alone
too big to fit,
slips on finger,
disclosing its excess.
Too tight the hold,
the urge to control.
Too much the hope
to fill the void,
the more it squeezes,
the embrace to yield.
But, when entwined and combined,
the three rings loop and interface
to make a perfect fit for finger.
A trinity in harmony.
You have three hands; the third hand is the heart,
it squeezes and lets go, grabs and releases.
The heart that is a hand
pummels you from the inside when you fall in love,
it does not like to be ignored.
If you fall for another,
you had better let that hand in your heart
know that it’s the best of all hands
or it will forever let go and dump you.