Best Hands Poems

With all the time on my hands, I gave my hands one job.
My Hands   -The Artist-

My hands paint everything in my life
they paint my weakness, my strength 
they paint the fire in my eyes
they hold me when I'm cold when I need them...

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Through the years they worked their spells
     From drawers and cupboards, taking things
       That through them, thus, were given wings
        And changed to sweetness meant for kings
 ...

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The Hands of Time


The hands of time stand eerie still
Where hearts chamber a cagey chill,
And whispers warn of shadows deep
With eyes that strain as shower’s sweep,
The sands of time a formless fill.

Disenchanting dreams pave their will
Seconds follow a timely till,
While the dormant lie counting sheep,
The...

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I was there
To usher you into this world
Mine were the hands that cradled your little body
The face that beamed in your presence
My hands were ready to catch you when you took those first steps
I celebrated your first words
Your smile spread across my lips

When others put...

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On boulevards of memories, with you I walk
Reminiscing in yesteryear as I turn back the clock
And persuade the silence of amour to talk
As conversations of yore ridicule and mock.

When passage of time changed us, losing its way
Feelings that still evoked had nothing to say
And hearts...

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I write upon the nimble hands of fleeting time
careful not to leave my musings behind
Sometimes penning with haste and speed
trying not to forget
a relevant word or phrase seen in my mind's eye
that could be a crucial poetic thought

When tremulous mourning escapes my wistful heart
I am...

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At my ripe age it's plain to me
That wisdom can come painfully

               But found within our trouble, too
             ...

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Her hands are what l remember most

Miss the most, crave the most

Hands that scrubbed floors for a living

Hardworking, honest hands

Hands that nurtured, gave comfort, wiped tears

Small hands fingers crooked with arthritis

Hands that held mine a lifetime

Hands l held when death decided

Hands l loved and knew...

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Man so mighty and wise
still has to define this
that another living being's life
has the same value as his 

Boasted, brazened
written in stone
raised above 
these highest places 
where power reigns
crushing down  
in white 
clenched fists
gripping so tightly
to "history" 
squeezing 
draining the meaning 
out of good...

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Another layer of lavender scented lotion
Rubbed in vehement laughter

A quelling of sadness
Covered up in mascara insanity
Livid strokes of feathered paintbrushes

Hoping to see the big picture

She cried like oil paintings without a purpose.

A treasure hunter searching for rubbery remedies
Without heart’s sanctified atrium
To light the way

She bled...

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From your hands that dipped me in cool tubs 
and soft morn wakes, you were the gentle lion
taming my bohemian strains; the lamb of summer
rain catching me like a feather on your palm...
always, your balm poured moon glow of bliss,
erring only when my restless flowers...

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God allowed him to see through their eyes,
feel their cries,
understand their plight,
with his body, but with their sight,
the alley way shimmered,
the night stars glimmered,
and the man found himself standing in a dark alley,
the stench of decaying rats,
discovered by hungry cats,
raw sewage, old smoke,
could lead anyone...

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What’s in her mind, sharp lines slice her in half, 
Into faded dark red, green and blue,
And the flowers cover up each emotional scar, 
From ever even shining on through,

To show the gouges ripped from her thoughts, 
To show the bruised, shaken, and torn,
Slit while...

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These hands have known the joys of a boy’s youthful play
Also known the farm work that was required each and every day
These hands pulled the weeds from the fields where we toiled
Laboring under a blazing sun; leaving these hands rough and soiled
These hands held the...

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I'll always be here for you,
where else would I go.

But for you, my heart is lost, 
in dream..
to counting sheep, 
and always will be so.

I don't need a better picture of you..
than the one that plays in my mind.

Two hands held so close to my...

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