Hand Poems - Poems about Hand

I have a question (if you'll allow). How is it that I came to this place now? My life's path continued to where below my feet there is only air; and, the sad thing is, I cannot fly. At this point, I guess I'll have to try....

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Under the cherry blossoms, we stand, Your hand in mine, soft as the sand. The world is loud, yet here it’s still, Our hearts in tune, our spirits thrill. We giggle softly, sharing a look, Like secret pages in a book. Your laugh, a melody so sweet, It makes my heart skip every beat. The way you smile, the way time flies, I see...

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Matsuo Basho: English translations of haiku about birds, flowers, candles, life, death. Naptime! But my drowsiness is nixed by busybody warblers. —Matsuo Basho, translation by Michael R. Burch Carolers: the sparrows smile at their warbling. —Matsuo Basho, translation by Michael R. Burch Giving thanks to the flowers for brightening my visit: farewell. —Matsuo Basho, translation by Michael R. Burch Melancholy nub! The bamboo bud’s sad end. —Matsuo Basho, translation by Michael...

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I extend my hand across the waters, to feel your warmth and sweet fragrance once more, To kiss your hand, to pass the burn of my lips kept from times long past, When moments scattered and became a past that left us still dreaming, And if I could hold you in my arms again, to feel your cheek...

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People come and people go and how the times do change but something here needs to be done it should be rearranged preachers pundits politicians won't ever set things right the man in the street can make a difference if he takes up the fight so many souls lost at sea tho' they're on dry land action speaks louder than words they need a helping hand and...

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One thing the Lord will always do Is extend a hand to me He always saves us from ourselves The mighty Savior, yes, is He He's won every battle He has ever fought for me With great love and compassion I have found a place with Thee ...

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She just wanted help drowning Everytime she tried speaking It felt like a cold hand gripping her throat It felt like racism breathing silence in her mouth To other It looked like she had been saved But she knew she had been condemned To a life without freedom She couldn't pretend She didn't want her life to end She wanted an out And maybe the...

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Super Hero Heart Henrietta Heaven’s Helpful Hand Blew in swiftly, barely touching her feet on corn or land We watched her flit here, there, under, over, around and through. She got little accomplished but certainly entertained me and you....

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There's a widow that sits beside the seaside The sun shines on her face There’s a morning light that cries and sits beside her place And there is an eye That melts at the touch It’s hidden not much For a fake Did you know the greatest treasure lost Was found at the bottom of a lake The widow sits beside its hand she shall...

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A Handcart and a Ring    A man I knew had a handcart and became self-employed I often saw him in the town with a load of parcels and sometimes furniture He was a contented man.  One day, on his way to the railway station, the wheel of his cart came off four suitcases fell into the street. So, what to do?  He...

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Nyla has a coffee mug glued to her hand Spends all her time in the coffee bar, Latte Land Must have fresh ground roast; nothing common or canned Complains if she tastes one teensy bit of coffee sand Nyla has some kind of weird coffee bean-loving gland. Around this mug, her right hand is usually fanned. Puts on airs, acts like...

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Find Him in each hand, Spreading kindness, Lord, you're fanned, Pray thank you, so grand!...

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Inspired by The Beatles' song "I want to hold your hand" ....................... A lot still in my mind to say, For you to understand, I pray. See! Close to you I firmly stand, But first, "I want to hold your hand". As I pour out what’s in my mind, Please let our hearts become aligned. Let words flow with joy and with glee. Say it...

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with pen in hand sonnets written on a scroll ~ love finds the answer AP: 3rd place 2025...

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