Hand Made Poems - Poems about Hand Made

Just what would come to mind should I write Hand Made Duffy Would candy be the thing or something round and fluffy Well maybe it’s a chair ...

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God's hand has created many a soul finding its shape as He did wish ask of Him for real understanding help He'll give by His holy word's daily dish Have a real hope in God's word so those that fear God can rejoice in one's heart knowing of God's rules truly righteous to give a true voice In one's affliction, God is faithful so...

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A snow day was good motivation For letting creative juice flow. I needed a gift So it gave me a lift To put something together to sew. I first thought I’d order from Etsy But realized that I had the skill To craft a design And to make it all mine Which, I have to admit, was a thrill. I’m not talented like with my...

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Hand Made Things Small things made my ready hands, giving of themselves and their time. Time; their very lives, a measured existence between birth, life and death. Forever; He is with you, He is with me, blessings on your house, and family. My Aunt taught me to knit and crochet. I can make a dishrag. (I...

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Sweat drips from little dust covered faces in the grim back-alley factories No time for rites of passage other than fingers nimble enough to spin and Balance wheel spool spin and stitch regulator to their master’s instruction Anyana is not unique but one of the ‘fortunate’ ones Gloved...

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wanting to be wanted desired for the body i crafted with two legs and a heart this art is hand-sewn let me leave you aching drunk falling for me at my feet on your knees...

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Now already we can boldly vomit out: Nights spent at the bedside; Late comings to the office; Birthday present money collected with a trembling hand; Cards stuck in cash machines; Cinema tickets; Rubbish bins attached to electricity; Contraceptives; Invented love History oriented on politics; Amicable trip ups; Story of two seas and a little girl,- As if a chewing gum is our homeland. Stuck to stomach....

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Homeland, do spread a net in the hungry child’s eyes. Fishes grab with backbones the seaweeds in the swampy coloured lake. Homeland, have no mercy on us, show your utmost hate. It’s so easy to reserve in regret ... For global hardship we will justify the time, in which You have not been changed,- Just we...

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Let’s quickly massacre our children. Overcut the soft dewlap with a sharp metal and breathe out. Deeply breathe out. Breathe out and let out: All our dreamless night; Our tiredness of nothing; As if we are sinking the white ships in the past; As if we declined an eyelash, On another side of the river bank There are slums and Kurd woman...

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Let’s everybody massacre our children. Grown-ups . To be grown-ups. Those who could not be born And never asked for. Who overtook us in birth,- Has got old; Who was dreamt up by us from the lines on the palms; Was not loved by us; Not hated and Still loved. Who accused us of failure of sunrise. Who could not go to school; Could...

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As human creatures do not recognize each other I think: it’s time for us to stand one after another. And some days ago, - it was when I was wrapped in your body as in the wool blanket and the whole autumn tumbled outside, I pushed two paper ships in the salty lakes – your eyes,- I came out from the peace and...

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There is a man – he is still alive in his eyes and he is dragging his body beyond his own look. Look here, we too believe: as soon as he reaches the ruins he will crush his head under the mill-stone. The horizon is too vast. Only it is the bed of eye where I pushed the ships in the...

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People do not choose foreign cities. A foreign city can be discovered even in your own town, - it means when you pass by and it is impossible to recognize people. Look, a baby is lying at my feet, it is drown in the blood. Look, streets have made justice easy. And bread has eaten justice, And a man was counting. And...

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As human creatures do not recognize each other I think: it’s time for us to stand one after another. And some time ago, - it was when I was wrapped in your body as in the wool blanket and pushed two paper ships into the salty lakes - your eyes, when the land decreased around our bodies so that we could...

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The shells the strings, White flower with pretty beads. All hand made for a great human beings. The best kind of gifts come from pride. Knowing it was made for me brightens me up my inside. The smallest littlest things that is not store bought some times, makes me cry. Whenever I give out a hand made gifts. I will buy...

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