Hands Poems - Poems about Hands

I fall short Lord..Help me in this challenge of faith.! Help Me to trust you more..I am decieved by my own eyes and Human knowledge..Help me in Jesus name.)...

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A pair of pretty hands with precision shoot daft sunshine-filled sparks. Her heated strut creates a collision between what’s frozen and a wildfire. Lightning rod with the sound turned on an interstellar quake… Bringing about melodic destruction and that season built for heartbreak. A moving summer solstice vision. ...

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My mother's hands are dove wings, gently caressing my cheek, "My beautiful girl," she whispers, and her words peel off me like dead skin, How dare she love this shell, this body that bears the burden of shadows? How dare she kneel in my ruins, planting flowers where only thorns can grow? I wish to open my ribs, to...

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Life is short, a fleeting breeze you cannot hold in your hands for long, and the world is full of questions that remain suspended in the air, unanswered. I want to explore as much as possible, to learn about cultures that clothe the heart, to speak new languages that open doors to unknown universes, to try skills that ignite...

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Today I’m grateful I understand the beauty of holding hands… for how often in life have we seen… have we come to understand…. many a love story has begun and ended with two people holding hands....

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May we be blessed when we see someone in need whether a family member, a friend or even a stranger in the night… to understand they may need us to hold their hand and let them know everything will be all right. ...

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Poem : my heart Oh my heart What happened to you Where is your lub dub, Where is your fuel Where is your beating Why my body is heating Oh my god my cells are greetings Is this a kind of meeting?? My doctor say something different There is a complications that is an agreement...

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My Hands Today My hands are getting old today. They are getting old right in front of my eyes. I suppose the rest of my face is following, But I can not see that happening. There is some peace in that, But my hands…? I don’t mind hard work. I never minded hard work. I liked hard...

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Burning the midnight oil while writing this poem one line at a time looking for reason searching for meaning making words scan and having them rhyme consider the hands of a clock as around the dial they rotate some arrive early (tick-tock tick-tock) others come in late one is fast the other slow round and round and round they go observe this strange conundrum it's a paradox...

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Poems Healing hands Life can be rough and you try to be tough but how can you when you don’t feel like your enough You wonder why you are still here wouldn’t it just be easier to disappear You question if you should just walk away after all you already halfway He begs me to...

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Hyacinth Hands Mother, ego-cracker, birthed an embodiment of freedom plaited with slavery petunia planter, marjoram with Malay curry and rice, yet scarcity her best performance when hunger a primary protagonist my leap into Sovereignty depended on unraveling karmic bonds binding us through lifetimes, countless ages, sotto scenarios Piscean, she scaly presented the toughest tests with...

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We rise not solely by our own, But by the seeds of grace we've sown— In helping hands and kind replies, In weary smiles and tear-wiped eyes. No throne outshines a servant’s grace, Who bends to lift the lowly place. Their crown is forged in quiet deeds, In tending wounds, in meeting needs. The measure of a soul is told Not by the wealth...

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You have the hands of a sculptor I am malleable clay ~ Shape me, body and soul Mold my senses ~ sculpt my heart Where your fingers touch me ~ I am a candle, melted by your flame ...

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Hands like dirt Cracking in sunlight where weeping willows grow and glow burning in the snow freeze-dried tied below and pulled into a flash fire your art dies you write the words "right before they kissed" with the "i"s undotted time unalloted the crime has been spotted your hands are covered in dirt wash them in the fire wash them dry watch them die with all your worst ideas with...

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How much my heart breaks for you A victim straight out of the womb Life dealt you a horrendous hand One of abuse and doom A little boy abused from two years old Rejected …. given to another Brutalised , lied to, blamed A life of abuse you continued to suffer Now an older man Soft hearted and kind Suffering badly from PTSD A fragile, troubled...

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