Unclasped Poems | Examples

red rover red rover send mary right over

We used to play red rover red rover send NAME right over.
Send Billy, he’s frilly, his skin’s white as vanilly.
Send Jackie, she’s whacky, let’s give her a smacky.
We were ruthless in our run, slamming arms, yet full of fun.

The game was easy to understand, the person who was named had to run.
And try to get the other team’s arms unclasped, that was the fun.
We held on tightly, not letting them in, full of vigor, orneriness and vim.
For letting them in meant letting them win, taking a hostage back with them.

Montreal - Apr 29

O’ Mother!, take me back at last, receive
—(unclasped arms as vast as mine)—my embrace;
this longing, laughing love, the proof and grace
of my abiding for your shores.—I grieve 

the lasting loss that shear struck—do believe
my grave and groveling art of disgrace,—
when ten years had but barely found their place
in my life. As with you then, now I leave

behind the home I’ve called as such awhile,
and answer your unbroken imperative:
anew with you! once more to your sweet heart!
I—through my candid, unshadowed smile—
effervesce—(so this is what it means to live!)
a new part! a chance for a novel start!

Embraces and Release

“Embrace and Release”

In the quiet of night, I pondered—
the art of severing ties, like pruning a tree.
The weakest links, once tightly bound,
now set free, like a maiden’s unclasped bra.

2024 dawns, a canvas for transformation.
Covid’s grip loosens, and clarity emerges.
Meltdowns yield to focus, tears to savings.
My sex life, like New York’s winter, chills.

Raw verses spill forth, unfiltered and true.
Yet my smile softens toward strangers,
and I find myself liking humanity anew.
Trust remains distant, a horizon to reach.

Biblical tales echo vulnerability—
the weaker devoured by the strong.
Have I surrendered my worth for fleeting moments?
No tears stain my words; they remain silent.

As I gaze upward, pondering thoughts,
my brain’s triad—forebrain, midbrain, hindbrain—
collaborates, yet sometimes drifts apart.
Do I know myself anymore? Today, I listen.

Goodbye, old lover; hello, new friends.
Life’s tides carry me forward,
and I embrace the journey, raw and unafraid.
May vulnerability be my strength, not my undoing.

Twilight Romance Part 2

In twilight's quiet, 'neath the sky's dimmed hue,
Two hearts murmured low, as love's frail seedlings grew.
With every beat, a yearning, in every glance, a tear,
A bond as deep as sorrows, a stream of hope unclear.

In your eyes, a cosmos, stars veiled by somber lace,
In your smile, a longing, a cold and distant place.
With hands unclasped, a journey, through time's vast, mournful sands,
With you, my heart seeks shelter, in love's forsaken lands.

For love is not just spoken, it's felt in every scar,
It's the silent lamentation, the soliloquy of the heart.
So here's my heart's sad sonnet, its verses raw and sheer,
With every line, I miss you, with every word, I fear.

Stars Crossways

They came together, love entwined,
When stars in heaven were aligned.
But their love hit a hurdle,
When their vinaigrette failed to curdle,
Their blitz emulsification ill-fated,
leaving oil and vinegar separated.
They crossed their fingers together,
Looked up at the sky, to see whether
The stars had crossed to unsupportive.
Sure enough, the stars were abortive.
So they went their separate ways.
Pledging to try again on better days,
When double-crossing stars crossways
Had unclasped to an uncrossed phase,
And they could dump their mayonnaise.

A Seasonal Love

I loved him in a Summer's breeze,
though Summer ripened into Fall.
His Winter arms, a cooler squeeze,
a chill became an April squall.

A season's moment left ungrasped.
I thought of love, but love is blind.
Its daydreams easily unclasped.
Untended, quickly they unwind.

He left in Summer, with no glance;
his mythful "white horse" ran away.
My heart, he nicked with paper lance.
I can't recall his face today.

Promises penned in Summer's air
are lost as they waft everywhere.

March 20, 2023
for "A Simple Poetry Contest" poetry contest
by John Lawless

Two Women

Their intimacy is gloved,
moments dovetail
in a tea-room.
I color-in implied gestures,
listen to the ambience
of undertones.

They enter a confessional space
lips linger over shared visions,
oracles only they can read.

Lipstick on China cups,
the twirled edge of a napkin,
the unclasped mouth of a purse;
pieces arranged on a white tablecloth
of magnetic intimations.

They are both attractive
yet in different ways,
together they impart
a comforting confidentiality;
bring to this small space
a delicate allurement.

I sense a wry tilt into humor,
a deeper conversation surfaces
as they settle the bill.

Leaving the warmth of the tea house
they kiss
but only lightly upon cheeks,
no flamboyance,
yet the inferred diffidence
is far more telling.

One of them seems to carry
the other's onus of care
sheltering her body from the cold.

I have a brief impulse to follow,
to stay awhile
in their mutual life raft.

These observations I record here,
are moments
to be contemplated only later
with closed eyes.

Don'T Quit Your Daydream

Despite being hoisted on arid ground,
My barely hidden refuge, a sensual shadow
On the road, I laid out for stifled sorrow
distorted silhouettes of the decayed bound.

Peaceful water and tangy, light wind
warm light on my arms, and stoked sand
Now, via fragmented flower-bed land
A riot of magic florets and birds chimed.

Lush conifer forests smell of pine
Cool shade and light, crunching pine twigs
Out into the sun, a breeze for sailing jigs
Crickets leap around me on a supple line.

A soft smile on my face and a passion I cannot hide
eyes wide and unclasped, fantasizing about you
blissful as a nostalgic journey at our venue
I value that you are daydreaming too, eyes wide.

Written: November 19, 2022

Don't Quit Your Daydream Poetry Contest

Evening Watch

Transports of hereafter
pass one leaf to unclasped heaps.

Flirty winds rearrange the hedgerow plumage,
wisp in gentle whispers.
Chipping sparrows play hid and seek 
with a watery sunlight.

Business is flourishing for the snuffling groundhog.
It’s the narrow part of the day,
a shoaling light ripples where squirrels dart.

A Blue Jay raps his usual rib-digging oldie.
Felicity flutters the loose and drifting:
the soft green carousels of evening,
the pirouette and circumvolve promenading.
Leaf bundles are ransacked by delving voles
but gently.

Seeing all this
I paint the hedgerow again with this eventide wash,
watch it all spun into dusk
from these owl bright eyes.

Fever

Transports of hereafter
pass one leaf to unclasped heaps.

Flirty winds rearrange the hedgerow plumage,
wisp in gentle whispers.
Chipping sparrows play hid and seek 
with a watery sunlight.

Business is flourishing for the snuffling groundhog.
It’s the narrow part of the day,
a shoaling light ripples where squirrels dart.

A Blue Jay raps his usual rib-digging oldie.
Felicity flutters the loose and drifting:
the soft green carousels of evening,
the pirouette and circumvolve promenading.
Leaf bundles are ransacked by delving voles
but gently.

Seeing all this
I paint the hedgerow again with this eventide wash,
watch it all spun into dusk
from these owl bright eyes.

Two Women

Their intimacy is gloved,
moments dovetail
in a tea-room.

I color-in implied gestures,
listen 
to words unheard.

They enter a confessional space
lips linger over visions,
oracles only they read.

Lipstick on China cups,
the twirled edge of a napkin,
the unclasped mouth of a purse;
pieces arranged on a tablecloth
of magnetic intimations

Then a diffident tilt into humor
they surface
as they settle the bill.

Leaving the café they kiss;
one of them seems to carry
the other's onus of care
sheltering her body from the cold.

I have a brief impulse to follow,
to stay awhile
in their mutual life raft.

Siberian Wind

Icy rains pelt angrily the ground,
Shacks and huts though unstable, sound.
The king that reigns is keeper of pride.
His flaws, outside seem most profound.

His butler doth usher him inside.
But this rainy country's summer's akin, "Bide
Thy time, fore the Winter's forlorned grasp
Is brought on by the tide." she sighed. 

She awoke that night by the window's rasp. 
Cracked slightly, snow filtering, copper handle grasped;
The curtains they writhed and came unwound.
Frozen with shock she stay as the Wind unclasped...

Winter winds had come, blew away his love, unfound
Love is war as his heavy ring is round
Himself was he lost in all the while
As he was the Wind, his words Winter sound...

Curious Indeed

Curious Indeed 

A tiny Ruuk unclasped his hook
dropped, nay, plopped into the brook
Swiftly picked by glassy water
tumbling one way tumbling the other
Hurrah at last he could see the sky
as trees and branches sped on by
they glowered, that realm of Ruuk
some aghast, some with funny looks
“Oh foolish thing, what have you done
left a tree where once you clung
Below you lies the dark unknown
where it travels no one knows”
But that poor Ruuk kept its tongue...
growing so cold and terribly numb
They say he died when freezing water
soaked him while he slipped deep under
some say he still swims with fishes
or that my tale be damn ridiculous
“There ain't no such thing as Ruuk
and more fool you who go and look”
But I say Ruuk's be real as me
living their lives up high in trees
Invisible mostly, well behaved 
studious
but sometimes... 
just sometimes... 
one feels brave

Angry Eyes

Unclosed eyes spew anger stern
Unstoked smokeless fire of the wild
Unclasped lost togetherness burns
Uncleaned ashes cover soiled mind.

Fiery disdain the bloody eyes spray
Scary voice threatens harsh to hurt
Flowery attachments wilt in disarray
Wary heart sinks and splits apart.

Remorse could melt mind to tear
Dowse the fire in the burning eyes
Bruise healed mind would reappear
Wise and from ashes it would rise.

Wish's Bloom

Your sublime allure

Like plum blossoms on Fuji

Trembling with love's covenant

Unclasped by Spring's kiss

To alight, giggling, my heart

I miss you, Lotus Petal


** FOURTEENTH PLACE in the "Oh How I Miss You Poetry Contest", Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer, Judge & Sponsor. **

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