"unclasp" poems
Unclasp your fingers
Your clenched fists
And know the release of
Giving in
Let him drift away
Let the ocean stand between you
As a testament
To the vast expanse
That exists there now.
Stop fighting the waves.
Stop braving the icy waters
Arm over arm
To reach him on the other side.
The water will always win.
And you never were much of a swimmer.
He's just a distant island now
Shrouded in fog
Somewhere over the horizon.
Rest now,
The fight is over.
Your mangled, frantic heart
Can slow
And begin another tempo
When it's no longer bleeding over
An unreachable coastline.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
I am a garden just waiting to let spring in
I stand frozen now with wind blown tufts in the air
Nothing but a blankness, as suits the harsher months
I wait for the signal to unclasp my sprigs
To make known my blooming blush
To let down my head of greenery
And fill the empty space where I have slumbered
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 2:34 PM UTC
She carries bruises in her grasp,
Like a plague she cannot unclasp.
The bruises hurt as much as heartbreak;
A piercing bite
from a
venomously
seductive
snake.
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 10:32 PM UTC
“Unbind
Unclasp
Uncover
Uncurl
Unfurl
Undo
Unfasten
Unfold
Unhinge
Unhook
Unleash
Unlink
Unmask
Unroll
Unveil
Unclip
Unlace
Unzip
Untie
Unbutton
Unlock”
“Undress.”
“Understood.”
Unravel
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 5:39 AM UTC
I wish I could
unknow you
like I would
undo a knot--
over, above
under and through
my mind untangled
from the thoughts of you
but I find that
unknowing you
is less like unraveling
stubborn strings
and a little more like
trying to unclasp
a relentless grip
around my neck
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
For my sixteenth birthday she gave me a locket
Which I keep inside a bag, inside a box, inside of my drawer
All shiny and silver, with initials engraved
Carved on its back the date forever saved
It is resting undisturbed, never worn out
Though I try it out from time to time
Put it on by the mirror and wonder to myself
This is who I would be had things stayed the same
I shake my heavy head, unclasp it from my neck
The last piece of you at last is removed
And yes, I do try to forgive
But to this day that locket stays
Inside of a bag, in a box, at the bottom of my drawer
I don't put it on anymore
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
*I see her ********** in the night.
My tongue thirsty to make her mine.
Letting the devil inside take over.
I slowly open her door and enter.
My eyes glowing red in the darkness.
I thrown her onto the bed and let demons take over as I pull off her shirt.
I hear her say no as I slide off her pants and bite her stomach.
The devil asks for more.
I unclasp her bra and throw it to the wall and begin to bite.
My hands slide down her sides and slowly comes off her white laced *******
I kiss down her body and feel her shiver.
The devil possesses us both as she begins to take off my clothes.
We ride out our fantasies as the devil watches.
I leave her alone in the room to think it was a dream.
Took away her innocence.
Just because my demons possessed me.*
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 10:05 AM UTC
Sing your praises on high
to long since deafened ears.
Build monuments to your sins
of all the bloodshed and tears.
From cultures wiped out
on your righteous crusades.
Just like the Druids
your religions will fade.
There are no gods to save you,
no one to hear your pleas.
So unclasp your hands,
get off your knees.
People need saving
yet we sit idly by.
Whispering to the clouds,
waiting to die.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
It is the miller's daughter,
And she is grown so dear, so dear,
That I would be the jewel
That trembles in her ear:
For hid in ringlets day and night,
I'd touch her neck so warm and white.
And I would be the girdle
About her dainty dainty waist,
And her heart would beat against me,
In sorrow and in rest:
And I should know if it beat right,
I'd clasp it round so close and tight.
And I would be the necklace,
And all day long to fall and rise
Upon her balmy *****
With her laughter or her sighs:
And I would lie so light, so light,
I scarce should be unclasp'd at night.
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Have you ever noticed how the paths the stars travel across the sky depend entirely upon on the way our hands move across each other's bodies?
And how new stars are born when I unhook your dress; new planets, when I unclasp your bra.
And how - when you untie your hair, whole new galaxies are formed, and float off into the nebula as your hair falls down around us.
Have you felt the cosmic trembling of my beard along your earlobe?
Or how - your eyelash sweeping across my chin sends showers of meteors to the end of time?
And how - the slower we proceed with our ritual, the slower, more gently, the earth will spin; the more elegant, more beautiful, the universe will unfold?
And how - we can even go back in time; to live and relive the stories we want retold.
Have you noticed how - all the Universe mirrors us?
How - every experience and all of existence depend upon the extent of our adoration for each other?
How - we can even go back to the time before the earth was formed - for our love does not need the earth - we are two celestial bodies; nothing will disturb us, nothing will interfere.
Off in the distance - the planets and stars that are the children of our whispers and moans, fade into eternity.
You see - if we love with enough elegance; adore each other with enough passion; we can even go back to before the entire universe began - to the time with no place, and the place before time.
For our love needs no time to love.
Be still, my love.
Look around us.
Look at the delicate darkness.
Listen to the infinite silence.
Experience the magnificent stillness.
It is just you and me.
Nothing has ever happened.
And, all that is beautiful has yet to come.
Let us create a universe of beauty...
I slide my fingers into the aether of your thighs, to the center of the Universe to become - to the place on your body that will create everything. For - the Cosmos will come from you, my Love.
Gently - I caress the sphere of your Landica.
I turn it, set it in motion, make it revolve - the way the Earth and all planets some day - are going to revolve once they come into being.
And - as I circulate the cosmic seed of the Universe we are creating, I hang upon the celestial majesty of your lip, and wait for you to utter your primordial - Big Bang.
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 8:51 AM UTC
You need to breath, untighten your shoulders, and unclasp your fist.
Tell me with your brows all your worries and I will say prayers.
It's okay to cry. Let the window pane gather your tears and send it to the heavens.
Let the Divine hear of your melancholy and allow him to remove you out of the mud.
Do not resist. Do not be so obsessed with the lies that covered your life.
Remove the dust settled from the window sill of your soul.
You can invite the eternal peace to glitter your sky.
And you can step out of the chains of the past, the regrets, and the hurts.
Dip your hands in the wholeness of freedom because..
Irog, you can be free.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 9:06 PM UTC
I have chosen You.
Sweet and handsome mortal, come to me…
Whisper to me your longings,
and I shall tickle your ear with my saccharine breath.
I shall take you to places
where only gods and goddesses roam.
Aware am I of how my radiant beauty entrances you...
Be thankful to the Fates that it is you I have chosen.
I have sprung forth from Ocean's foam,
but we shall churn that sea...
Flowers at my feet would pale
to the flowers that spring forth from my heart
How I know too well that my eyes mesmerize
A twinkle from the windows of my soul
and I know I have captured you.
I would gladly take off these necklaces ‘round my supple neck
if it means that your lips trail soft kisses instead…
I would happily unclasp these brooches in my hair,
and let my flowing tresses
tickle your gorgeous face and body,
as I take my turn to adorn you with my kisses.
I shall discard these golden robes made by the Kharites and the Horai
and reveal my nubile body for you to explore
with your eyes…
…with your hands
with your lips…
Let the Seasons be forgotten,
as we move to only know of Love.
I have chosen You.
Sweet and handsome mortal, Come to me…
Sep 8, 2011
Sep 8, 2011 at 5:03 PM UTC
I hate myself too much to ********** tonight.
I will not hide my hands down my pants, caress my inner thigh
but observe prettier girls with ******* like peaches
and wish mine were as dainty, fruits in a lined basket –
when you unclasp any of my hooks all you get is sadness.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 1:14 AM UTC
DRAFT
All that glisters is not gold. 7
(To) Those who think not: let it be told. 8
Take heed the lessons I could not grasp, 9
And perhaps your gilt chains might just unclasp. 10
End:
i realized it was (but) the the blind who told me I could not see;
For I slid off my contacts, and saw the same (aureate) world...
I had begun to look upon [] with shame, pity, and disgrace
Angelic _ _ threads no longer etched in his face
The silver lining is gone, gray and rust take its place
Now when I look upon him, 'tis not a look of love, but of pity, shame, and disgrace, because I killed him and made him a prince maybe
I created a world where the rust washed away
Crumbling as easily as freshly fallen snow
The same icy snow that melts into the hearts of the crown's next fallen victim
The sword drops from my hand as I lay in defeat
But the earth never took me as one of its own
My skin and my flesh stood fast on my bones
I laid there and cried for what seemed like a million tears
But even the purest water(add: ,the purest apology,the purest regret) from the depths of my soul could never let the earth take me
My eternal love for you, it will never let me go
Time after time, day after day
Pondering life as it all turns to gray
The leaves and the sky stay the same, always_ _
I laid all alone yet I never did fade.
Time after time, day after day,
I laid all alone waiting for something to change
As I pass though the graveyard I stop and I smile
A flower is laid on an old marble grave
The words on the stone were ones I had known very well
A familiar stone etching of words once carved in my heart
"An ephemeral limerance, ceased at long last"
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 10:30 PM UTC
a bone colored evening sighs razor blades across the sky
deep seeded (den)rut tur(ned) on an axis,
spinning the evening into an oddening.
the pantry is bare.
somewhere, a baby cries for the love of a mother
who is slumbering in half-sleep,
hoping the child will forget she knows her
and forget to weep.
the sun dipped it's radiance hours ago
to wake another part of the world,
leaving a chaperone dimly lit with wonder.
moon-gazers stare.
"Why is he there?"
legs are tangled, twisted fates,
star-crossed lovers long to touch
under the watchful pin-pricks of the night sky.
souls align to be snipped of the mate's burden.
And the cows, with their moon howls,
lay low in swept grass showers,
watching the entwined shadows
watch them with fascism fascination.
waiting to pounce.
hushed silence fills the air.
hands clasp and unclasp,
fitting in the empty spaces you never notice
until they're filled; emptied again.
the sky blows a wish.
light is exstingui(shed).
Feb 13, 2011
Feb 13, 2011 at 9:38 PM UTC
When doubt and fear attack my heart
My world adopts a somber hue,
As the battle rages, I panic,
But then I find my peace in you
When I can no longer believe
That God's mercy will see me through,
You come to me, rewriting my faith,
And I find salvation in you
While the unending jolts of life
Keep me mindful of pain and rue,
I know wherein lies my remedy:
I find healing comfort in you
At times my sun sets too early
And the darkness obstructs my view;
My feet may wander dubious paths,
But I find forgiveness in you
O, keeper of my troubled heart,
With each day my hope you renew,
Please, never unclasp your hand from mine,
For I find my guidance in you
Though my words be inadequate
My dear one, know this to be true:
Whenever I'm lost in life's travails
I always find myself in you
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC
I still think of you,
*Late at night,
When I can't sleep right.
~
I still dream of* you,
*In my grasp,
When loneliness refuses to unclasp.
~
I still long for* you,
*By my side,
When my tears have dried
~
I still cry over* you
*Every waking second,
When my beating heart beconds.
~
I still can't forget* you,
*Every single day,
When I say I'm okay.
~
Why,
Is everything still,*
You?
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
There are too many factors to be remembered,
In each second we are fragmented in so many ways.
There are too many mouths to feed when supplies aren't endless.
Some lose their voice if they are to be ignored.
This is a final call for freedom from memory.
The past is simple in a song, go ahead and live any aspect.
Transcendence at its best, I love the feeling of lightness.
What happened to butterflies? When nervous I only get
Preludes to heart attacks.
Things weigh heavy when they matter,
like a matter of importance.
I wish for this rigid stance to relax,
For strained hands to unclasp.
Apr 19, 2011
Apr 19, 2011 at 7:49 AM UTC
Sometimes I wonder if these hands are too weak to embrace the ones I love most.
Sometimes I wonder if these hands are too contracted to unclasp and let go.
Sometimes I wonder if these hands are too heavy for anyone to hold.
Oh, how heavy these palms are.
I offer these to you with hopes that I’ll be able to deny myself,
You pry my fingers apart as you put my past on the shelf,
And I feel the grace between my nails calming my hands back into my lap.
I get so tired doing such a simple task.
All I am and all I have to bring - though I don’t know what that might be - I give to You my everything.
How I just want you to use these hands.
How I just want you to hold them.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC
All this feels unfair
Watch my life spiral down
Truth is you keep unhappiness
Hidden somewhere buried underground
The day chains you wrapped around
Reality wriggle from your grasp
The day I escape for good
Your clutches I will unclasp
Able to make own mistakes
Is power in free will?
That is taken away therefore
Cruel prophecy I must fufill
There is not a solution to be had
Not any compromise to be found
Guard the door to maturity
Stubborn minds not able to reach common ground
Get bent out of shape
Each time go a tiny bit wild
Try to talk to you like an adult
Audacity makes me behave as a child
Trapped greif you need to cause
Gave me no other way out
A moment of panic I flee
Taking worst possible route
Won't come to your senses
Strip naked all you do fear
Nothing left to lose
What the **** will you gain by keeping me here?
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 5:58 AM UTC
If the train leaves the station at the same time as another and they collide at a certain speed, how great is the disaster?
Well if two bodies collide at a certain place and time with a designated amount of passion, does the same disaster occur?
Does the ticking time bomb begin the moment you unclasp her bra as you whisper that you love her?
Breath defrosting her trembling ribcage as your arms slide up the sheets, and where two eyes meet, a spark lights the fuse. And you have everything to gain but both of you will lose.
Two "I love you"s meet at a school building, in a courtyard in December but only one will remember what it feels like to feel everything you've ever known slip from your grasp and leave you on your own. One will see the moment for what it truly is, a heartwarming moment, one innocent kiss. But when these opposing lips touch and the tear drips from her cheeks, he'll reach to wipe them and she'll turn her face despite his efforts to save her that she never really asked for. She was lucky to meet him now she's lucky to have met him.
Someday soon he'll disappear and every night when the moon gleams through her window she'll see him. It seems she never will forget all of her mistakes, all her regrets. And to think it all started with one head on collision where love met lust and promises were too early to meet trust.
-k.d.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 12:40 PM UTC
Let us leave
the decaying cities of our forefathers.
Let us take our last steps upon their blood stained streets
and their disease ridden erections.
Let us return to the sunlight of the meadows
free from the shadows of the skyscrapers.
Let us choke down our last fill of chemically tainted drink.
Let us swallow their last mutated nourishment
Let us unclasp our hands from prayer
to the false gods
calling true spirituality fallacy
In a land where all are strangers
let us look into our neighbors eyes again.
Let us become masters of craft
and not jack of all trades
Let us find true happiness
and not substitute it with ignorant bliss
Let us pump blood back into
vacant, desolate hearts.
Let us destroy the voids within our souls
before it swallows humanity whole
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 5:48 PM UTC
Spirit Rabbit
Untold and infinite stories of love
Brief moments will arise for us to grasp
Rays of moon and sun light gleam down above
We are humbled by our need to unclasp
Unpredictable life heeds no warning
Often we are left all alone to gasp
Day and night, evening and in the morning
We purr forward persistently beyond
While painting life a picture that's adorning
Still understanding sadness will be dawned
Gravitating up and down we manage
Cultivating the pool of heavens pond
Healing bits within that have been damaged
Carried deeply within for far too long
Awakened to this powerful advantage
We hop, we bounce into what we belong
Untold and infinite stories of love
Written in the stars our journey's song
Rays of moon and sun light gleam down above
The power to face our fears lies within us
We greet ourselves by accepting new ground
There is no limit, new growth is endless
Moving through life with stillness in our sound
Balance becomes an act that we perfect
In every moment courage will be found
There is no rhyme or reason to direct
Life plans now lay before our destiny
As we open up our hearts to connect
Spirit receives us with faith willingly
Every aspect of the universe lives
Awoken to our nature instantly
No longer terrified protection gives
An inner light to walk the path with springs
Now we are free from being held captive
Our souls uncaged can feel our bodies sing
The power to face our fears lies within us
Our arms open to receive what God brings
There is no limit, new growth is endless
tHE tERRY tREE
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
I don't remember much
but the detective going mad
trying to unclasp hands, reaching for air
and major Metcalf saving me
what i remember most is
running, running for your embrace
looking up into your face
that i'd never thought I'd see again
I was giddy with joy and shaking with fright
you hold me close,
i explain how i once taught the children
that i couldn't help. how i thought you were the murderer
and you hold me tight
tell me it's alright
that's when they dim the lights
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
We will
Wrap
Our fingers
Around these gifts
Like ribbons,
And unknot them
And unclasp the
Thoughts
That hide beneath them,
And find the joy
That comes with
Giving.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC