Best Hand And Glove Poems
I believe because we fit so well my love,
Love was foreign now you're my heart’s song.
You made me believe you're a gift from above.
Before you, my love my life was all wrong.
I’d listen to your confessions all night long,
I’m utterly happy to be your loving wife.
In your loving arms is where I belong,
I’m grateful that you are a part of my life.
My love, we mesh together like hand and glove,
I could never doubt our love, it's solid and strong.
You are so gentle and you don’t push or shove,
I’m so glad we met that night in Hong Kong.
On that sweet day loves wings came along,
I didn’t believe in fate until I found you.
Sweetheart in your presence folk just throng,
I’m grateful that you are a part of my life.
All of your touches are gentle as a dove,
You take me to new heights, my Armstrong.
Life with you is more than I dreamed of,
I’m no longer a wayward vagabond.
Honey, we have such a remarkable bond,
We’ve had ups and downs but not much strife.
My heart and yours will always correspond,
I’m grateful that you are a part of my life.
12/24/2021
Contest: “B'' Forms, 10 Plus Lines
Sponsor: Constance La France
Where's it written that a man can't cry
a single tear, of love, hate, or rage?
Must he be content to live and die;
having never stepped off of his stage?
Your absence is tearing me apart;
it hurts inside; I miss you so much.
I swear I love you with all my heart;
and late at night I cry for your touch.
Let's not wash our dreams away with tears,
erasing all traces of our love.
I need to hold you, to calm my fears;
we're a perfect fit, like hand and glove.
If I can't convince you with my words,
search your heart, and there you'll find my soul.
For like the wind that carries the birds;
your love completes me, and makes me whole.
At love's first spark when in youth we were,
That crackle and snap of pine cones burning.
Aflame at first then as embers glowing,
Time has left us now, in thought, yearning.
The spark that was, has waned, not fizzled,
We still fit each other like hand and glove.
In our hearts there could have been no other,
God authored our one true lasting love.
Just celebrated 46 years
Can a master potter make fashionable pots?
Can a carpenter carve any unique design?
Could Yayoi Kusama, the princess of polka dots,
Make art-works, with mittens on, amazingly fine...?
Fingers should be free, as one with the mind and heart.
Both physique and psyche should be in hand and glove.
No master craftsman could ever produce an art,
Tied within mitten, though gifts given from above...!
Mittens block babies' growth, neonatologists say,
Moving fingers freely is a child's inborn need.
Fingers ever in mittens soon their prices pay,
Like lovebirds caged that finally for freedom plead...!
Yet, do kittens that delight in masters’ fresh cheese,
Please to freeze, sneeze, and breathe to cease in the cold breeze...???
She never understood...
the pain her words inflicted.
Year after year the comments came....
like salt poured in an open wound.
She never understood before...
the damage it has done...
I hope some day she will...cause this isn't any fun.
To all her friends and kin...
about her son...there was no end of praises...
it seemed he could do no wrong...
why he must be ole Abe Lincoln.
He has grown to be so strong...
and where there once was rage...
he's mellowed out...there is no doubt.
There has been a lot of changes...
I wonder what his secret was?
Could it be...why surely not...
there must be some mistake...
to the message that you got.
Why it's the one who stands beside him
who filled his heart with love.
It was then they both realized...
they fit together like a hand and glove.
The Lord said how you judge others...
will return in spades to you...
when you least expect it...so be careful what you do.
You will look into the mirror...
what you've accused others of...
your own needs now far passed.
There's nothing wrong with giving praise...
it really can be quite healing...
just remember when you leave one person out...
then self worth you could be stealing.
When friends your introducing go on and on about all the great
things you say your sons done...
his mate...she waits to hear...with some small hope...
even a crumb of some excitement that their worth anything at all.
It takes courage to keep on trying to care...
and love yourself and others...while the walls around you...
seem to fall like rolling thunder.
So before you get to be that person's private judge and jury...
take a moment to self reflect...
go on...your in no hurry.
P.R. Deremer
I've missed you my love
I had to go but I'm back now
We fit like hand and glove
Your love is sweet as a dove
Today I make a solemn vow
I missed you my love
You are a gift from up above
My King and lover I bow
We fit like hand and glove
We don't have to push or shove
This is a perfect union somehow
I've missed you my love
You are my one truelove
Everyday you make me say "wow"
I've missed you my love
We fit like hand and glove
Alexis Y.
08-26-16
A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa.
The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).
The notes, oh the notes that soared above
The music to grab and hold the heart
A rhythm carried by the winds of life
Two things that cannot be keep apart
So feed the soul with music then
The sounds that bind us to each other
Spoken with unbroken line and phrases
Filling needs for self , for one another
In time the music will have a softer tone
But they belong together, hand and glove
The melodies will linger in each memory
Speaking softly..."If music be the food of love,
play on.."
"If music be the food of love, play on....."
Shakespeare, from- The Tempest-
She calls at random hours
And settles by my side
Provoking while she whispers
Appealing to my pride.
I know that she adores me
We are so mad in love
We’re made just for each other
A match of hand and glove.
She teases and I answer
To her demand, her plea
We are on the same wavelength
She has her way with me.
In the end she leaves in silence
I can sleep but only when
I recover my composure
And my thoughts I put to pen.
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Contest: A poem you have not entered in a contest #8
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placing: 3rd
I've tried to find the honesty in love,
But it seemed to be sideways.
Nothing ever did fit, like hand and glove;
So, I've prayed for better days
For better ways and circumstances,
Hoping that she will arrive in my life.
How do I fight for those chances,
If I'm ever to find a wife?
©2014 Honestly JT
Teenagers, oh how they grow,
With hormones raging, they are a show!
Their taste in music and style that's new,
With beats so fresh and fashion so true.
They start to date and fall in love
Their hearts entwined like hand and glove.
Texting, chatting and late night talking,
Make parents cringe and start stalking.
Their moods swinging high and low,
Like waves that dance with ebb and flow.
Endless debates and slamming doors,
Throwing tantrums and silent wars.
Peer pressure mounts, the need to fit in,
Fear of failure, the uncertainty within.
Battles of adolescence, fierce and raw,
In the heart's arena, where emotions claw.
They storm through life with a youthful pride,
Yet inside, they seek a gentle guide.
At times they seem quite wild and untamed,
But deep inside, they're just a child unnamed.
Tonight you feel me with such passion
As we share sweet kisses while the sun sets
You constantly show me so much compassion
I can imagine Elton singing “ Bennie and the Jets
As we share sweet kisses while the sun sets
Everything in the world seems so far away
I can imagine Elton singing” Bennie and the Jets
That is why I give you my heart each day
Everything in the world seems so far away
Because of you I whole heartedly believe in true love
That is why I give you my heart each and day
We fit perfect together like hand and glove
Because of you I whole heartedly believe in true love
You constantly show me so much compassion
We fit perfect together like hand and glove
Tonight you feel me with such passion
Submitted to the “Picture This “ contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Image 3
3-26-18
Awakened from my slumber
Every living night
Endless thoughts encumber
What I know is right
My mind is truly crowded
More and more each day
Before it gets all clouded
I need to slip away
Where could I go racing
Without misery and strife
Pain is always chasing
Endless in my life
I guess I'll just keep running
Farther every day
And hope I still am shunning
The Devil who must play
I know I should be thrilled
My mind is clearing out
The fact is I'm so chilled
I just want to shout
If this be my millstone
I will bear the weight
There needs to be a new tone
To tempt the hand of fate
All I have been trying
Has not made a dent
If this pain keeps flying
I'll be old and bent
I will keep on staying
In spite of all that comes
The Devil's always playing
As I run from his drums
I wish he does not see
As I try to run away
I pray to God to hide me
At least for just one day
I hope my prayers are given
Though they were right from the start
And so my mind is driven
You have all my heart
I know it's getting lighter
Every single day
I'll pull the covers tighter
But will never go away
You have my word in this my love
I will be ever at your side
For we are like a hand and glove
That never shall divide
One thing I left to say
Before I reach the end
With you I'll forever stay
I love you my best friend
A fine tailored suit
Hand and glove
A perfect fit
We were in love.
A favorite dress
Now threadbare
It fell apart
We didn’t care.
We clung to a thread
Now undone
We wasted it
And now it’s gone.
Can you give us another try? I miss you.
Only you can soothe my aching heart.
My mind is searching for peace; I'm so blue,
I long to see your face; let's make a new start.
Nothing felt like home until you; you're my center.
Give me the chance to win your heart again.
Baby, you're so kind; you were a good mentor,
Always so positive, you uplift and don't drain.
Can you imagine our happy ending, my love?
Keep the front porch light on; I'm almost there.
Honey, we fit together like hand and glove,
October would've been two years; you're my air.
My fear caused me to run; absence is not fun,
Each second apart hurts, because you're the one.
Contest: Coming Back Home
Sponsor: John Hamilton
03/01/2021
Third Place Winner
The world is bleak the world is dark
There is no spark left in my life
A worthless journey with worthless goals
Made up with years of empty holes
There is no future there is no gain
Just a life so filled with pain
Treasured things so out of reach
Were never meant for me to keep
I had so wished to find a love
That moulded just like hand and glove
I always gave an inch or two
To keep a love that felt so true
So much to give, so much to share
With one that cared enough to care
I have no wish to struggle on
The war is over the world has won
©Elisabeth Dubois – 2012