They had for him come in a cab:
Mister Sabinus for short, Sab,
A guy with the gift of the gab
To receive wounds or the wounds grab...
If only he'd leave fast - A Crab!
He'd prevent what handkerchiefs dab,
His movements had often been drab,
For which reasons they could him nab
And over hand him to Wahab...
Luckless chap for Torturer's Lab,
For boxer's blows and waiting swab;
They shall this celebrate with tab.
No god greater than their Wahab...
More and more sweat on Sab's poor neck,
On a spot imaging the wreck:
"Scream after ascending a deck:
I did not a woman's cheek peck;
Men need to know who's being tortured
Plus the guys who had it nurtured".
Categories:
handkerchief, bullying, character, death,
Form: Rhyme
Each moment he had to grieve,
He would his chest widely heave
But while he did often walked
And sometimes easily talked!
Sorrow not the same as Chain:
Not what should halt Moving Train;
So, while crying use your brain
And tears you could dry with sleeve;
In a way would you relieve:
One may one’s handkerchief leave
And in Finesse not believe...
Some moments one had to grieve
It was for a sought reprieve…
Categories:
handkerchief, anxiety, character, cry, words,
Form: Rhyme
HANDKERCHIEF
I gave you a handkerchief
As a token of friendship
Without hesitation you accepted it
Not to wipe your tears of sadness.
It is been said
If you accept that kind of gift
She/He will make you cry
And make you a broken-hearted.
Dispel that superstitious belief
If you perspire, wipe it with that stuff
Pretend that those are my hands
caressing your beautiful face.
That red, white and blue piece of cloth
Signifies sincerity, purity and courage
Dignity, integrity and loyalty
In case oblivion prevails, a knocker of your memory.
Whether friendship or love
May it reminds you at one time I passed
And walked in this world’s part
And met , a wonderful and beautiful lass.
Categories:
handkerchief, beautiful, blue, inspirational, romantic,
Form: Free verse
The cloth aged
Likes the wrinkles of the face
The colours of the embroideries faded
Likes the eyesight of an old woman
The threads gone loose
Likes the screws
Between planks of an olden hut
Only the stains of an old lipstick
Still fresh in the heart
Of a sun-set love
Categories:
handkerchief, heart, love, sunset,
Form: Free verse
A dark blue bandana from her back left pocket,
Communicates an erotic ballet,
That she’ll be the male throughout the whole night,
The man is the role she will play,
And if he wears a little light blue in his left,
It’s his small suggestion, his tease,
That he wants to taste the fruit of her love,
That he’ll be the one on his knees,
And if she has a black as black cloth in her pouch,
Then she wants it done from behind,
And if he has a little grey cloth hanging out,
That means he wants to be tied,
These days if you wear a cloth from your pocket,
If its colour is clear and distinct,
It tends to shout out to those all about,
That you have a curious kink.
Categories:
handkerchief, culture, desire, lust, rude,
Form: Quatrain
THE HANDKERCHIEF
heavy babushka
wrought with widow’s drawn out tears
a brief lover’s note
6/28/2017
haiku form
Categories:
handkerchief, bereavement, heartbreak,
Form: Haiku
The Handkerchief
I found your handkerchief today,
still folded in a square.
Inside a drawer put away,
as if you'd left it there.
I wrapped my hands around it tight,
then pressed it to my chest,
as tears began to cloud all sight,
my heart filled with unrest.
I searched to find you in the folds
though nowhere was your smell,
just mem'ries now, my heart still holds,
of love time cannot quell.
I found your handkerchief today,
reluctantly it's put away.
©deborah burch
6.21.13
Categories:
handkerchief, grief, longing, loss,
Form: Sonnet
HANDFUL HANDKERCHIEF
I have a rainbow color of like this..
Few things which helps me to be at peace..
It is not that much valuable nor at lease..
Yet, it comes always to graze my hands and cheeks..
I like it with flower prints..
Or even my initials or my name imprint..
I'm one of the few who uses it..
Sure you will find it pass on our genes..
I use it to cover my nose from dust..
I use to gently dry tears falling in my eyes..
Can be use to apply manual pressure..
Can also be use to take away sweatdrops..
My Handkerchief...
Soothes me..
Comforts me..
BY: olive_eloi, aug. 20, 2013 @8pm
note: i couldn't sleep holding a handkerchief.. :) lols
Categories:
handkerchief, analogy, desire, happiness, humor,
Form: Imagism
A piece of cloth for major of mass
Some take as a symbol of style
Many like to see it colourful and fun
Few carry to protect under the sun
A very petty non living creation by man
Yet addresses moments significant
Helps in ways to lessen deep distress
Being lifeless still understands stress
Personified image of handkerchief
As situations handled dwell in weep
Supports a person when in grief
No life of its own to allow peep
Strange is the relation of mankind with it
Hardly lets realise how much its need
Proverbs made on it ,all to nicely tease
Regarded worthless as it cannot speak
However, Handkerchief - best of friends to hold on
Briefing to move ahead and relive!
Categories:
handkerchief, caregiving, imagination, satire
Form: Rhyme
Deeply etched crystal doors
Stone arched mansion corridors
Family members country estates
Hounds skittering on marble slate
Clinging intoxicating rose perfume
Stirringly beautiful graceful redhead
Read invitation wide eyes little smile
Categories:
handkerchief, family, love, passion, people,
Form: Rhyme