Hands Poems - Poems about Hands

What makes it okay to bomb a nation? Kill so many who don’t have a station? Destroy a country, cities and families? Women, babies, children and men—all tragedies— Who never chose this war… suffer again and again. Across the globe, a catch twenty-two Do what I say, not as I do. What happened to the Fifth Commandment?, In a world where religion is...

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With the weight of the world In your hands You quickly learn and understand Dependency is something to be ashamed of When you hand that weight to someone else You wanna take it back You practically beg So you don't see them in the same pain With the weight back You begin to crumble And all 8 billion of the people And all...

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Maybe love is forever Or at least long enough Maybe devotion is definite Or will at least last a lifetime Maybe you can have everything in the palm of your hand Because I once saw a man With his world in his hands Every Sunday at 8:30 am sharp The golden hour of the morning When the sun is warming Not yet burning When the day...

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N-urses H-old A-ll L-ives, Y-es, N-ormally B-earing A-ssurance, G-race, A-nd R-esilience I-n N-oble A-cts, O-ftentimes ©bfa061225 Monocrostic (Birthday of Nhalyn M. Bagarinao)...

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MY FATHER'S HANDS I remember my father’s hands as a plumber’s hands—fiercely strong, calloused, rough, knuckle-battered, and dirty after a long-day’s work. Those hands shoveled; unclogged drains and toilets; repaired leaks; and installed pipes, commodes, and bathtubs. Those hands provided. I remember my father’s hands as a fisherman’s hands—perfectly patient, tenacious, self-confident, and unwavering as he...

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He taught me how to wield the weapon made of words— a blade that kills, now saving lives, like it once saved mine. My own work pulled me back from the edge. And in it, he lives— my teacher, the man behind the lines. Words— once carved deep in the mind— outlive the flesh, outlast the hands that once shaped them. His words stopped me from falling to the hundred voices that came to...

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Idle hands Water plants They can dance And they chant Or can rant Sign language and Make a stance Give a chance Wake romance Hold a hand Be so grand Holding fan Bold and tan Can start again Understand Make a plan With woman Pray for man ...

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I close my eyes first Than I Iift my hands Unto God And I start to pray For my God For two hours That is the longest Prayer I did so far And in that prayer I asked God To get rid of my depression Because I have it very bad My God I am asking you God To bring some sun During the Summer Because now we are Living in the...

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Silence! A labouring sleep, Got into trance Of a great leap! Away from residence. The crush to say As adultage, Meant to be paid. Has gained teenage, Having hands of clay! Those responsibility A man gains Bearing sensibility. Inside the rain, Has got his ability! Soft gentle hands, Got them to pawn. Changing the books, Also about the pen, Beneathing piercing hook! Congrats ERA! Dreams broke, Desires too! After the father, Of great gratitude!...

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Yellow-Crested White Cockatoo birds Drew foot-stomp'n rave and applause from nerds With belief defying tricks To draw water fountain licks All neat'n free, with sly-o-foot slap words...

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He Kept looking into the palm of his hands To see if there is something that he could understand But the words continue to scroll up and down like Writings on a page revealing his old age, There was something in the light that he Could not see that was draining his Physical energy, it was just...

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Inspired by The Beatles' song "I want to hold your hand" ....................... A lot still in my mind to say, For you to understand, I pray. See! Close to you I firmly stand, But first, "I want to hold your hand". As I pour out what’s in my mind, Please let our hearts become aligned. Let words flow with joy and with glee. Say it...

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Two small fists discover the world is round, blue, and fits exactly between wonder and wanting. Mouth opens the first laboratory, where everything must be tested: texture, temperature, the taste of curiosity. Eyes focus, hands follow, brain fires tiny lightning storms of connection: I can make things happen. This is how learning begins, not with books or words, but with the simple revolutionary...

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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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