Best Hand Poems
When I hold your hand, happily you trek along
Because you trust me to know where I'm going.
Listening to my stories, you hold my sight intently
Being proud of me, you consider me all-knowing.
Whether I teach or not, you always learn from me
For innocently you believe, I know when I speak
Yet, I am just a trainee learning on the job
Crossing milestones with immeasurable doubt.
Trying to live life, you may emulate and idolize
Hoping you never find out, how unsure I was.
I stand out in a crowd as someone you rely on
For I've been there since the day you were born.
Molding your talents you grew into who you are
Illuminating my planetary life like a shining star.
For you my child, my flame blazes unperturbed
When I hold your hand, you revive my aging soul.
I am unable to earn your Salvation Lord.
Still you have blessed me, who is undeserving.
As a testament to your loving kindness,
my actions are my gift to You Lord.
I seek to find goodness in others.
When I can’t see goodness, I will look closer.
For you reside within my being
and I am gifted with Your Sacred Sight.
Hold me firmly in Your hands Lord
for my legs are not steady.
Whisper Your comforting words in my ear,
so that I am not consumed by my doubt.
Engrave Your Thoughts upon my being,
for I long to be in your presence.
Yes, when we are together,
I have no doubt that You are God.
For Regina Riddle’s Write a Psalm Poetry Contest.
Written Sept 18th 2019
Just one touch of your hand
and I taste the late evening stars
It would help me forget
the last sound of poured rain
yet it makes me remember
those undying sparks
Just one touch of your hand
and I live once again
in moonlit yesterdays
I'd belong to that time
When you came in my life
Looked me straight in the eyes
and rekindled old flames
Just one touch of your hand
and you're mine
You're mine and mine alone
You're the breeze on my cheek
the smile in my sleep
You're the feeling I feared
yet a feeling I need all along
You're the present and past
You're the dew in the dust
You're the moment,the memory
You're mild passions once born
An emotion's serenity.
Just one touch of your hand
makes this heart understand
that the sun would never be gone
Its never too late to reach heaven's gate
To whisper I love yous as I place a blue rose
on your marbled headstone.
Just a note-Absence or death are not the end of love
but only the beginning of a feeling that is deeper
than love itself...
And I have loved you more than love itself..
a fiction poem
Marrying you is my biggest dream
When it will happen now I can’t see
In anticipation I wait
Since our first date
I know with no doubt, that you’re my soul mate
I sit and think, another fantasy
Of different ways you’d ask “will you marry me”
Our own little house, kids running around
Each aspect of our future hand-picked by God
I don’t know when my hand in marriage you’ll ask
I want it to happen with my whole heart
I love you and each little part
Out of all the guys, you were hand-picked by God
I dream about it, sometimes night and day
And I know exactly what I’m gonna say
One thing I know is I can’t wait to see
That moment when you go down on one knee
Our little garden, kitchen and park
Each little part, hand-picked by God
Will it be months, years or days?
Right now I don't know, I really can’t say
Our future and each little part
Will be perfect as it is hand-picked by God
I’ll wait patiently until the moment arrive
When you finally get to call me your wife
I’ll embrace each little part
Right from the start
Hand-picked by God
The night air flowed over my breath
The covers not quite keeping me warm
Dreams caressing my past
My lover whispers in my ear
Sweet words, with her loving touch
Times long ago, where tenderness would flow
Her perfume flys away with the wind
Happy days my only true possessions
ahhh but love is not as it once was
Age makes the windmill turn slower
My lover caressing my pain
Raindrops falling, aroused in the wet rain
She my life, now I live with thoughts inane
Shivering,
She releases me from both pleasure and pain
Dreams of her splatter all over on top
My cover only a cardboard box
Wet from the weather
in the alley where I sleep
At dawn, there is a sharp pain in my rib
"out your bum, get the hell away"
Kicked and bruised I grab what I can
All I can think of is to run run run
Limping, onwards to the park
I feel a firm hand take hold of me
Stop young man, its raining cant you see?
Shocked I try to escape, fear invades me
In a softer tone the man says
Come with me son, out of the rain
The shelter is over there, close to your park
A warm meal, and and fresh bath will do you good
Father O'Brien pats the new one Davey on the back
Welcome son, here's a book if you care to read
Davey still in skeptical mode, being treated as human
Father O'Brien see this in his heavy eyes
He looks at Davey and whispers
I was once you, you see
The hand of love
Can mend a thousand hearts
When like the seeds of blooming flowers
We spread the love we were handed
Let me not say hurtful things,
Or shameful actions do.
Let my words not sow deceit,
And thus bring shame to You.
Let my words bring only peace,
And my actions too;
That I may walk with head held high,
And only friends accrue;
For there are those who look for faults,
And point out others sin.
Let me build up my fellows Lord,
And not be one of them.
Cleanse my heart and cleanse my mind.
Let me not cause doubt.
Keep Your right hand on my shoulder Lord,
And Your left hand over my mouth.
Dark And Tragic, When Fate Sets Its Black Hand To Decide
Icy cold had invaded, her heart became a hard frozen tomb
Never again would she allow love to penetrate its new armored shells
That night she had seen one of death's many tragic and ugly faces
Its ancient mask, the one that crushes love's fever and kindness in a mere blink
Now she flows through a vacated life, on wings of sorrow's eternal flight
Awaiting a doom that her crushed soul welcomes in its dark and sunken state.
His death had been tragic, yet made for some of the most interesting news
All the clever twists and turns of an old Hollywood mystery movie script
So ghastly, his head found in the graveyard, atop her lover's white tombstone
His bullet riddled body found miles away in a cheap and tawdry motel room
Perhaps now he knows, how it feels to find Fate's eternal and deadly hand
In his well deserved doom, devil that had sent her into her dark and sunken state.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-30-2018
Prose, ( Tragedy In One Of Life's Screams)
Not For SilentOne's contest
Note : I rarely ever do Prose. Started with the plan to write for SilentOne's new contest but my muse took me ever onward and this became too long to enter.. Giving thanks for the inspiration but it does not meet the eight verse contest requirement.
So I post it now as it is and wonder why my muse so stubbornly refused to stop writing... She vexes me to no end sometimes.....
For Timothy Lee
When your hand holds my hand
we stand a complete one
as only two true hearts can do.
Let the strongest of winds come –
Our hand hold will never end.
Even when our bodies are past mend,
our hand hold will never end.
Let thundering rains saturate us
with all mercurial skies can pour
as our entwined fingers embrace.
United our pieces shall endure –
Our hand hold will never end.
Even when our flesh does ground blend,
our hand hold will never end.
No matter the fickleness of our weather
soulmate love is its own conclusion
as fate’s tapestry stitched together.
Despite the bruising dealt by intrusion –
Our hand hold will never end.
Even when comes our final ascend,
our hand hold will never end.
To those who want a world with peace
To those who want all wars to cease
Find love and hope within our land
Please reach out and take my hand
For those who hunger to be free
For those who look but cannot see
Praying for all to understand
Please reach out and take my hand
With arms outstretched for they who plead
And spending their lives in dire need
Nothing seems to go as planned
Please reach out and take my hand
If I should fall shedding bitter tears
Be overtaken by my fears
And if my castle sinks in the sand
Please reach out and take my hand
When I feel lost with no control
And I’m on my knees, pain in my soul
Help me then to take a stand
Please reach out and take my hand
Darkness falls and the night is long
Alone we are weak, together strong
We can reach the Promised land
If you reach out and take my hand.
Dreams are never-ending
Fluffy and white
We want them to be solid
But we know they never might
The world is made for dreamers
Who's transient ideas
Fly high above all others
Floating careless of all fears
Beyond the stars will twinkle
When the lighting is just night
Our dreams, they will caress them
Like a party dress, just right
Take my hand again I'll show you
As we stand under the sky
A new landscape filled with promise
Only for the dreamer's eye
The old truck hadn't been used in a while,
But it should be good for a few more miles.
Under the hood, the engine was rusty,
And the interior smelled faintly musty.
Assuming it would start--we all wanted to know...
When we put it in gear, would it actually go?
Someone called,"All the tires are flat".
But a little new air would take care of that.
Better get some fuel, since the gauge is on "E".
Wash the windshield, so the driver can see.
No problem to let it coast downhill to the mechanic's shop;
Next question:Are the brakes good enough to make it stop?
The truck was so bad, it had no heater fan.
But the Master Mechanic had a Master plan!
He took it to His shop for the needed repairs.
'Twas quite a long time that He kept it there.
He tinkered, and cut, and removed lots of stuff
Solving problems we had thought were real tough.
He put in new hoses, gaskets, and such.
What a joy to watch His skillful touch,
As He cut away the old to make room for the new.
Finally the day arrived when he was all through.
A great crowd gathered around the shop door,
To behold the new creation, there on the floor!
It was washed up, and pumped up,and all the fluids were filled.
Even the body He had been forced to rebuild.
Fresh paint;new tires;and the engine a'humming.
It was ready to face the world oncoming!
When flaws seem difficult to be fixed by man.
Stand back, and watch the touch of the Master's Hand.
Charlie Pelota
As we walk hand in hand
Today as we walk hand in hand
Happily through pure white sand
The love within my heart for thee
It flows to you so tenderly.
The ocean waves ebb to and thro
As hand in hand along we go
Bare feet in the silky sand
The sun shines down and life’s so grand
We stop, the two of us and kiss
Oh how nice to feel such bliss
As love matures we two, entwined
Such perfect sweetness we do find
Today as we walk hand in hand
Happily through pure white sand.
Vera Duggan 10 July 2014.
Tapped messages go out direct
With phones it's an easy connect
Thoughts from a finger
In cyberspace linger
But touching's too much to expect
When the blackest nightmares were realized
and bitter truth pierced cracked, brittle armor
When candles of last hope flickered and faded
and darkness closed on the edge of vision
When despair careened towards insanity
and aching fists and fingers began to slip
When the abyss called, a mighty hand reached
and lifted me silent to higher ground
It is through joy future should be measured
Love's temple will be built as a warm nest
He stretches out his hand and touches her lightly
A hand can be a silent prayer for love
The hand can often say more than a mouthful of words can say
"Softer than the summer wind - his loving hand" she whispered tenderly
Hold her by the hand ... do not let go
Merging hands together in everlasting love
A warm and tender hand ... a hand giving and do not require
Take her heart in your hands ... know the strength and vibration of love
Her life is in your hands ... forever she will stay with you
Put an eternity ring on her finger ... Shaking hands with joy
From that day they always go Hand in Hand
Two, we must be to build the temple of love
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest Name: WITH THESE HANDS
Deadline 1/12/2014 12:00:00 AM
VISUAL # 1
- 6th place in the contest -
18.12.2013
A-L Andresen :)