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Hands Poems - Poems about Hands

Premium Member pleats and folds
pleats and folds a winged makeover ~ sleight of hands...

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Categories: hands, appreciation, art,
Form: Haiku
Premium Member GRANDMA’S PRAYING HANDS
Hands of wisdom Gone on to God’s Kingdom Guidance in understanding Knowing and sustaining Heaven on high The watch from Thy Encouragement that was broad My heart being assured Grandma’s years of living experience Her impact and influence Strength endurance Grandma wise Seeing I to I Times of Discipline Wrong to right Youthful years sometimes resent As an Adult, I understand Her song her own, “Afterwhile” I am enriched to stand and withstand Her...

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Categories: hands, appreciation, celebration, grandmother, grandson,
Form: Rhyme



No Gentle Hands
The master cracks his whip across the horse’s trembling flank, pushing the beast to its limits until the wildness snaps and the horse reacts, a flurry of chaos beneath the sting. When silence falls, the master believes the animal has learned, believes the wounds are healed. He reaches out with clean hands, petting the horse's weary muzzle, his fingers gentle, but not soft enough. The horse,...

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Categories: hands, abuse, analogy, animal, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member NOT HOLDING HANDS
Why couldn't I hold your hand? You ask Yourself in golden bowers of infinity - Was it because he felt too old to do it? It was too infantile an act to make? Questions! Always questions! It is the time. And I tear myself away from this I should not defile the memory Of the dead, or besmerch their truth - If truth...

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Categories: hands, bereavement, death, emotions, mom,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member In the mystery of the universe, where mortal hands cannot stop the fall of flowers
In the mystery of the universe, where mortal hands cannot stop the fall of flowers, tears gather like pearls on the petals of destiny, without defying the law of time, for what must be, shall be, like the twilight that bows before the night, and the stars, in a trembling choir, bow to the dusk with grace and...

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Categories: hands, fantasy,
Form: Free verse



Petit Fours Etiquette- The Soupbone Crooners
When asked what there names were one responded quickly and spoke with a very heavy voice saying his stage name was "Rink rasher" and his partners was " Fresh Meat" he shook my hand and began a conversation: while his partner stood silent with a frown on his face. I was try to bring him into the conversation asking questions often...

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Categories: hands, character, culture, film, music,
Form: Ballad
Premium Member No one to tell -Double Swap Quatrain
Sponsor: Joseph May Contest Name: The Double Swap 7/7/25 You're not there, there's no one to tell. Hurry home to tell you, tears swell. Life's so lonely, miss you my dear. There's no one to tell, you're not here. My world was all you, you only. Miss you my dear, life's so lonely. Trying to cope, still feeling...

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Categories: hands, death,
Form: Quatrain
Premium Member Write
Pen presses against paper Black ink flows across white lines My hand moves steadily Words appear...

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Categories: hands, write,
Form: Free verse
Hold hands together and pass
Life is beautiful but the journey is no less than a rollercoaster ride. Let's hold hands together and pass each high tide. Let's make it interesting and cherish it together. ...

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Categories: hands, blessing, care, family, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Idle Hands
a scribble here a scribble there my pen randomly drawing diagrams and spelling out words meaningless chatter idle artwork mindless spilling of thought overflow nervous tic kinetic outreach mental gymnastics creative outlet for pent-up energy AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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Categories: hands, art, words,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Hands Can Make Hearts
Two hands can shape a heart, in the gap between fingers. Out of silence, a signal in trembling air. Hands hold, hush, heal and reveal, in touch of fingers, feelings and gel gestures. They cup tears, clench truths, cradle hurts, crush promises, relay messages , meld minds, and wave goodbye without words. Fingers trace the soft crescent of faces, feeling to shape the form beyond what eyes see, and hearts wish, to a warm shiny smooth sculpture in marble. We surrender to the hollow...

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Categories: hands, heart,
Form: Free verse
Your Hands Are Not Clean, America
Your lips preach freedom, but your hands drip with the oil of innocent blood. You speak of peace, but your bombs have baptized the earth in chaos. I have seen your flags fly high in Baghdad, in Kabul, in Tripoli— not as symbols of liberty, but as shadows over graves you helped dig. You called Saddam a demon, spoke of weapons never found— but the...

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Categories: hands, love,
Form: Free verse
When Holy Hands Drop Bombs
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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Categories: hands, allah, angel, bible, conflict,
Form: Free verse
Heavy Hands
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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Categories: hands, abuse, anxiety, corruption,
Form: Free verse
The Man Who Held His World In His Hands
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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Categories: hands, 8th grade, angel, christian,
Form: Free verse

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