Handprint Poems - Poems about Handprint

...Diaries left open and letters framed, chronological ink waving from a horizon, gone. Clothes hung to recreate a wedding, a dance, a touch – enclosed in glass cases to trap the scent inside. Th......Read the rest...

... In the corner of a room is a showcase received from a library rummage sale. It's being utilized differently than its original purpose for the public. It is now very much a family focus. ......Read the rest...

...Her face showed he'd come off as predal Now it was too late to backpedal "Stupid wins prizes," She shouts, "of all sizes," Her handprint now worn like a medal......Read the rest...

...I am always so addicted to each word that is left unsaid; Every wound is self inflicted Go right ahead, go right ahead; Pain soothed by being quiet bonding my scars with your toolkit; T......Read the rest...

...In a mystery that starts with an abduction, And ends in what might be the perfect crime, I noted, with a sigh of resignation, How evidence depends on space and time. There was little that gave......Read the rest...

...I find my memories, to be a collection of convoluted excursions from every moment lived out of place and time like the handprint of Paleolithic Art that says... I was there Could that my memor......Read the rest...

...The Choctaw never taught me what the Choctaw would’ve taught me. The Australopithecine never taught me what the Australopithecine would’ve taught me of. The Memories, these Memories, our Me......Read the rest...

...If all of eternity can be measured in the palm of God’s hand, And if every created world is His handiwork, then who can Challenge Him in what He creates, what He paints, and what He destroys? ......Read the rest...

...You know not why you're now here,  just that you are bound by fear-  (and a couple incised wires)  watching me, enticed with pliers.  Naked, cold, taught, and crying,  you can't move, although y......Read the rest...

...The Handprint Sliding down the misted glass the handprint slips away Left are only the streaks that frightened fingers made ......Read the rest...

...The stilled portrait tells of a past A past where the painted girl in blue ran wild Dandelions clutched in her small fists A penny in a wishing well Her ear pressed to a conch Wanting Hoping N......Read the rest...

...I saw her down the street Her brown eyes arresting me I stood startled; She hid behind Her pig-tail was a giveaway Her handprint on the wall; a consolation of innocence I walked to ......Read the rest...

...I see life as a wonderful journey. Each day is a new thread of life. The intricate weave of our journey. Worries, fulfilment, excitement and strife. These are needed in all of our journeys. When......Read the rest...

...I was sleeping and dreaming, silently screaming, while violently weeping And mildly feeling that I was honestly grieving I was quitely greeting my anxiety's breathing It was wildy eating at who I was......Read the rest...

...You are the warmth that cloaks my fragile structure. Emotional to pecks and blows; goosebumps to the chill of the autumn breeze. You are characterized by scars. Your color washed over me, beautif......Read the rest...