Handprints Poems - Poems about Handprints

...you were completely comfortable being miserable like pain was a roommate like the yelling was a lullaby like love was supposed to sting, and silence meant everything was fine he broke you in ch......

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...What you don’t see is the river of mind coming through from the past. The future also comes through, your handprints are all in place waiting to be nailed down. You see a brush leaning again......

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...A martyr poltergeist left an elegy Not much eulogizing the choice of a strategy. Its undead friends never met their ends, they cannot be The least affected by all this atrocity. A cry of help w......

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...Sediments are yet to be cleared From the window sill of the days bygone Handprints of an owner's ignorance Remains carved on the glass alone. Fossils of a lively refuge Still masked by dust ve......

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...Not a room for the waiting or the receiving of the waiting, but a room for a liquid thinking a turgidity that trickles through plastic tubes. Is this where doors remain jammed forever between......

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...Looking back to that exact day My daughter ran towards me. Waving something held in hand, Something you made for me You couldn't wait much longer for mummy's eyes to......

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...On the stony wall laid the handprints of heroes; Their bloody prints serving as a reminder of the past Their fight for freedom was a rocky journey With the air mixed with the scents of blood and ......

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...ON THE FORECOURT OF THE STARS Mama Mia! What a voice! Her depth of emotion carries the show. Cast of friends slow burn the audience. Shimmy of stars with sensual overtures. Mama Mia! ......

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...I didn't notice that the lines had appeared. Tendrils of color stretching across my pale skin. The blacked lines from a tight grip, Handprints made a map of the lines I crossed. I started to t......

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...“Be Gentle..” I plead through water colour eyes, As your brush traces my blank canvas, Colour me red, purple, yellow, grey, Cover me in fingerprints, bite marks, handprints, dismay. “It's my fi......

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...The Ancient Odyssey of clubs to bombs from red ochre handprints on cave walls to the destroyer of worlds is a long-traveled road with the wormy flesh of war and blood-soaked fields where w......

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...I can feel the ghosts of your handprints on my body Like scars that don’t hurt anymore but once did. No one else can see them, But I’ll always know they were there. You didn't ask if you could le......

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...i sit in my car, idling with the burning engine. my radio only plays your voice, my rearview mirror only shows your car. handprints plastered around the seat, the doors; a part of you lingers, ......

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...North for the fields of corn grow and many feasts cleaning dirty skin in the white river bath they laugh they cry slaughtered like sheep in blind carnage they die. East rain of slime beckons my wa......

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...I miss not worrying about anything at all, I miss being ok on my own; Now I’m busy thinking; I want to but I can’t once again become numb; Flowing like ice in my veins tidal waves cras......

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