Hangs Poems - Poems about Hangs

My heart still hangs in my mouth

its whimper sounds like a whisper, it slips as it slithers away
the loud fear it left on my mind still spins my spine
i run, forgetting my heart is still hanging in my mouth~
it pounds like a tornado blowing through my veins
the ricochets of its anger shudder even my tiniest nerves
our nights and days will never

What hangs in the balance

A moon hanging low amidst the glitter of stars,
my heart's aflutter with dire anticipation.
Together we cast golden coins in a fountain,
the darkness of the night oozing with mystery.

My heart's aflutter with dire anticipation,
the unmistakable scent of love fills the air.
Always the thought of you occupying my mind
till I summon your familiar voice in the night.

Together

November Hangs On

November hangs on
To a blanket made of cold and grey
To the bare branches of trees clinging to the sky for the last precious moments of warm sunlight 
Counting every minute of the shortened days
November hangs on
To being surrounded by memories on its long dark nights 
The way our empty hands grasp on to the comfort

Tomorrow hangs with bated breath

I fear the morrow -
caged by past, I rip apart;
yet today's growth blossoms.

Winter, and All Hangs by a Thread

Black thorns amid snatching twigs
form sky-torn nests,
where deep red berries
hang from dark bones.

Autumn tracks have settled
into annealed ruts,
those static waves of the fridged
and fallow fields.

There are still small birds singing
in the shredded shapes of the wind,
scattered voices that rebound
from ear to ear.

We are huddled, yet solitary,
separated by inward distances.
Farms are folding shadows,
gathering-in
the years thin linins.

Beneath

The Land Question Hangs

In a world where the land question hangs,
 A plight unseen by the oblivious eye, 
Lies the essence of fairness, as it clangs, 
Echoes of justice, as time passes by.

For land holds power, both concrete and vast,
 It shapes the destiny of those who dwell, 
A struggle unfolds, present and past, 
A battle fought through

Cat Hangs Around

Where did Ms. Cat go?
Just hanging around.
Snicker. Snicker.
Is this a cryptic message or what?

I ask another neighbor.
Sure, she is hanging around, he says.
Then he laughs.
I finally find her tangled in the window blinds.

Funny! I tell the others.
And really kind of you to help her down.
It actually takes three of us.
Two have to hold the blinds

Life Hangs By a Thread

Improper placement of a soup spoon
  topples a marriage gone wrong

Recalling your voice in a war zone
  keeps my heart beating strong

A Cowboy Hangs 'Em Up

Hung up my saddle and its reins
Now I'll count the losses and gains
My reputation's got some stains
I've still got Texas in my veins
 
I got old with some aches and pains
My knees creak whenever it rains
I know horses from tails to manes
I know each brand upon the plains
 
I know nothin' of Jills and Janes
It

Hope Hangs On a Cross

Beads of scarlet salvation
did flow down from Calvary
		       that dark day

Pilate light justice
was on total eclipse display
At the Golgotha place

A skull view
twas the Crucifixion perspective
      “Abandon all hope”
was the Roman Legion directive

Crimson gold stained the nails,
which fastened that precious body
    

A Cowboy Hangs Up His Spurs

I used to ride from dark to dark
For wages that were thin
Then saunter up to Shorty's bar
And he'd say."Where you been?"

I'd drink a lot and tell some lies
'Til I got drunk of course
When I ran out of cold hard cash
They'd put me on my horse

Then one day my hair turned silver
I lost a step or

Heavy Hangs the Head

I am misunderstood and distracted
I am empty and cold waters
I am frustrated and it shows in my sighs, in my silence, and in my answer to everything
My space is too narrow
My company is too focused
As my words are far too dark for vision
I am a lost thought in love,
Like forever chasing a wind
I am tomorrow’s

Life's Sweetest Fruit, Hangs Withered On the Vine

~     Passionate, sweet, true ...


                           yet no other,


                 finds

She Hangs From the Beams

She hangs from the beams from way up above, 
Sways not making a sound,
Patiently waits to be noticed by me, 
Patiently waits to be found,

With sun pouring through the hole in the wall, 
Pouring all over her torn,
Her beautifully dark, broken down clothes, 
Her clothes that she had once worn,

And she looks straight ahead, not

Here's the Slogan, Which Hangs Over My Bed

Here's the slogan, which hangs over my bed.
"Intimacy, my friends, do not propose to me.
I hate an intimacy, my preference instead,
The grouping sex, of five, of four or three."

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