Hands Poems - Poems about Hands

[For Contest : The Duality of Motherhood Sponsor : Suzette Richards Date submitted : 13/5/25] 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...

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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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nimble fingers crafting creases pleats and tucks paper musings posted on April 29, 2025...

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The smeary fingers, Left unwashed. Leave prints, All over the gloss. On bright metal handles, Drawers semi closed. Up and down walls, Even on a nose. Momma said, "Wash your hands! ...

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They saw the shell, but not the spark, They heard my voice, but missed the mark. They stitched their doubts into my skin, Wrote me off before I'd begin. They said, "Not ready," whispered, "No," As if my roots could never grow. As if the dreams I dared to hold Were simply too untamed, too bold. Yet hands they never thought could build, Are...

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Inflamed deep freeze rebels in alliance bare hands are what will nullify the Empire....

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EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE BLACK UNTIL ITS TIME TO BE BLACK HANDS UP...

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Today I’m grateful for the magical feeling holding hands can bring. How that simple act can cause your face to smile your skin to tingle and your heart to sing…. And what’s even more amazing…even better yet… is how that feeling never goes away… no matter how old you get. ...

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Isn’t it amazing that with all the breathtaking beauty we’re surrounded by each day How the simple act of holding the hand of someone you love can also take your breath away. ...

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With steady hands and hearts that care, A doctor walks where few would dare. In silence they listen, in chaos they stand, Mending the body with a gentle hand. Through sleepless nights and endless calls, They rise above, no matter the falls. The scalpel’s edge, the patient’s plea, They carry it all, with quiet dignity. In every life saved, in every soul healed, A...

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Soft and smooth, freshly manicured with No trace left behind of struggle or woe; Hard to gauge the multitude of daily trials Or the enormous good and success bestowed. He’s not afraid to let harsh enemies see his strength. Strong and firm, his grasp telegraphs immaculate powers, His steeled convictions and unyielding determination, And the hell that might rain down in furious...

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The Space Between Hands Always left alone in the corner of the room, Often wondering if something’s missing in the gloom. Head down, tears falling — can’t stop the flow, Sobbing in silence, hoping no one will know. Never reaching the end with someone in stride, Letting go halfway, with no goodbye implied. Then surrender comes, with the whisper, “Go ahead?” But “why?”...

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