Hands On Poems - Poems about Hands On

...A mother whispers to her son… “I remember our first night together…as I wiped away a tear… thinking how…only a day ago…you weren’t even here. Thinking back on how…exactly…this moment came to be…......Read the rest...

...Let gentle words on wings of verse take flight, Unveiling truths to guide us through the light. As whispers of truth on gentle verses sigh, Belief blossoms bright, where shadows used to lie. ......Read the rest...

... * Artists of every kind, I believe, are but tools for something far grander … what that is, I’ll leave to the philosophers. * ~ bend … your voice to me tickle my tympans with a w......Read the rest...

...In the grove of life, where the fields of time were greening with beginnings, I spotted you, the naked shadow, a birth from the depth of the holy nothingness. You crossed its silent threshold, comi......Read the rest...

...Welcome to our generation, We hope you enjoy this fantastic nation, Kids here stand on a quicksand foundation, And fear their schools are a gunned down station. When they watch the news near an......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's Saturday night at the old town hall. The Caller’s voice crackles through the loudspeakers: Ladies and Gents, square your sets, Now join h......Read the rest...

...Sadness in her eyes, betrays the camouflage donned, of mundane idle banter. There’s a sacredness, respected at such moments, holding hands, entwining hearts.......Read the rest...

...Denying reality not to feel guilty, doesn't mean being free of misery; he sits alone, he grumbles, he detests the pathetic glances they flash at him; he fills his tall glass to the brim... and ......Read the rest...

...Denying reality not to feel guilty, doesn't mean being free of misery; he sits alone and grumbles, he detests the pathetic glances they flash at him! He fills his tall glass to the brim... and s......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Where the voice of the wind calls our wandering feet, Through echoing forest and echoing street, With lutes in our hands ever singing we roam, All men are our kind......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

... Here we go, all start with a left grand. Apples in pies and peaches are canned. Lost my partner waddle I do? Single file promenade they’ll be back to you. Flies in the buttermilk ......Read the rest...

...Illness you had, made me sometimes mad. But seeing you begin fat, and laying you flat, making speaking you like a rat. But I fell inlove with how the amount of puppies and humans you pat. ......Read the rest...

... Long Ago, a Legend Foretold a Royal Prince for the Rightful Throne, a King of Light, a Crown of Gold a Pillow of Fire, Chiseled in Stone Destined, Called and Chosen For The Great Scintil......Read the rest...

...When we were passing by and my eyes met yours, your head was tilting right, your eyebrows were laying down, your eyes were almost closed and your lips formed your smile until your little dimples left......Read the rest...