Quotes about grasp, page 36
A Conceptual Light, Suddenly, After A- Long- Time- Pregnant
Meaning is a harbour
on
the moving buoy
24-oceans are flowing in poetry of concepts
simply written 'self-egg'
obessive sweats, injuried sweats &possessive sweats
going through after years
towards light, humans grasp the world of their findings
halo of conversational poetics,
a man witha mountain of sweats and heat.
poet nyein way
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poem by Nyein Way
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A Dying Man
tell the truth
gives up everything
and prepares
his final trip
without having to carry
anything
he sits there
waiting for the final shutting of
the light
at the core of his
heart
there is perfect peace
his hands grasp
the hands of death
in total harmony
like the way the
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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At Night
at night
you find yourself
alone with the moon
the moon casts shadows
upon the trees
and roofs
there is always this wish
to grasp
what you cannot touch
what you cannot reach
they say
that is not possible
at night
you keep that wish
you keep that faith
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Empty
try looking at my hands
they are empty now
for i have released
what fullness was there
what fist
what clenched hands i had
once they were so
beautiful
in bravery
but
then
there is always a threshold
of courage
suddenly you find hands opening
to the sun
hands without a grip
hands that wave goodbye
to all your friends
hands that
grasp nothing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Butterfly Tattoo
Allow me
To push back your hair
And kiss the butterfly tattoo
On the nape of your neck
As we walk in the summer rain.
We may face death
By tomorrow dawn,
But today we have
Excited breaths
And yearnings
That cannot be suppressed.
If you fail to grasp love
In the heat of this moment,
Nothing will matter later
If you’re unhappy and alone.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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~Insomnia~
No sight
Insomnia
I dream
I'm awake
I sleep
Mingle between both
Insomnia
Blurry
Fuzzy
Awake all night
I'm not alone
Insomnia
No sleep
I'm tired
Dusk is death
Dawn is suicide
Insomnia
Less sleep
I'm awake more
Time slips
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poem by Andrew John Morra
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Self Bound
You know not what you ask in gently rhythmic concrete mask,
Of fluid voice yet solid grasp of wont and needed lust,
Of me.
Grant unto me one day from myself and I shall conquer the world
Deceive not me with soul flattering words for these bind me fast and tether me to my perpetual past,
unchanging,
stagnating,
unyielding,
undying.
poem by Ike Khan
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Self-Inflicted Isolation
Calculating slowly,
Knowing I can't retract,
My thoughtless actions metaphor
To the feeling in my back,
Up and up my spine it spins,
I can feel it as it grows,
Its heavy grasp a constant factor in everything I know...
I'm sick and tired,
Just go away
and leave me to my own,
As long as you keep haunting me...
I'll never have a home
poem by Daniel I Brown
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Lucky Star
We reach for each dawn with open arms
to grasp its bounty fair
and try to smell
the scent of success somewhere.
We reach towards the heavens
hoping to touch our lucky star
and find all our wishes
captured within its twinkle.
Each day brings a new dawn
and a new lucky star
that if we can touch it
will make our wishes come true.
14 January 2011
poem by David Harris
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We Sit And Dream
We sit and dream
what our perfect life could be,
unless we do something
about those dreams
they will never become reality.
We have to work on them
every single minute of the day,
for if we don’t
the dreams will disappear away.
My advice on dreams is
if you want them bad enough,
reach out and grasp them,
make them become reality.
21 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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