Best Handing Poems

Come to me my child
Rest your head in my lap
My hand strokes your wild curls
Feeling the dampness on your neck
Lamplight caresses your flushed cheeks
Shadows waltzing...

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you may try to make us feel inferior
strutting around with head held high and mighty
i wonder
is it for our sake
or just to cover up thy...

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It's never anything big, just a nagging defeat
Of wanting to be exclusive in your ambit,
For in your eyes, I see an opportune disguise
Living as a...

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Cuckoos hushed, rambling vines and plight.
Hordes of birch, beech, pine, spruce and oak.
Choke of darkness, forcing midnight.
Wax and breadcrumbs children-ditched folks.

Hordes of birch, beech, pine,...

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You think this is quaint, a case of the blues
A handkerchief for a dainty cheek
But I want to howl, I want to shriek
I want to...

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Grit in her eyes beaming fortitude of vibes
Powers her dash from one end to the other
Handing out drinks: brandy, whiskey, beer;
Serving high rollers and surly...

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He toddles toward the pebbles, tumbling the smooth stones over
in his four year old palms, rubbing them like Aladdin’s lamp, tossing
them back into the mix,...

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It gradually turned chilly between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Although Frosty the Snowman rarely visited our part of Texas, his pal, Jack Frost, surely did. ...

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FLAWLESS


A flawless world. Giving by your mother
Humanity holding hands like lovers.
Strung out deep into the sign of religion.
A flawless day at the park feeding pigeons
Attracting...

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Dad had threatened for some time, to reclaim the land behind the shed,
where rubbish over many years, had stockpiled but now instead
of being easy to...

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This tribute memorial poem Is collaboration between myself and Belle Bellevue - a new poet on Poetry soup.  In respect to her late Mother.

Today...

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Regardless of whom is… 


Aching, my pen moves, lines hold in place
words found wandering about my heart
Ink dries with tear drop accuracy, streaked
forming in versed...

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Dear Mr. Frost
....
You gave to me a close-up view
Brand new eyes to see the world
The smallest things were brought to light,
enhanced and made to stand...

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Love's holding one safely in your keeping
Tenderly in your arms whilst you're sleeping 
Love's glorious and generous always
Till the ending of your life's precious days.

Love...

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By : Dulce Santiago

“ I can ”
Where were you when I needed you
Where were you when they were ripping my skin and soul 
When I...

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