Holding On Poems - Poems about Holding On

Now we can hold hands

I'll be back before it gets dark 
after we get tired of playing king of the hill.
Sun sets so late in summer
against the willows..
sometimes I forget.

No, it just isn't so.  
I don't always choose them over you,
'course I could never tell you that. 
You're a girl, a special one.
But I can't tell you that

You Gave Me Your Heart And I Gave You Mine

You gave me your heart and I gave you mine—
not in silence, but in the rustle of stars,
in the breath between waves.

Two birds exchanged their skies,
two rivers poured into one basin.
There was no contract,
no promise carved in stone—
only the trembling of hands
and the slow unfolding of trust.

We made a country from whispers,
a home of glances

Holding

It is nice to spend time alone
but it is also nice
to spend time
with a warm hand
a warm voice
on your side.
But even when I’m alone
And feeling fine with it
I welcome many minutes
Thinking of your touch
And gentle loving words
And I don’t feel alone.
Collaboration Amethyste & Jim Musics

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

Still Holding the Phone

And you never knew—
how many times I stood on the edge of your name,
typing and erasing,
drafting words that felt too fragile to send.

I wrote the messages,
but never set them free.
My thumb hovered over "call"
like a ghost remembering how to hold the living.

Not because I didn't miss you—
God, I did.
But silence sometimes feels safer
than a voice

Holding the Bag

If you own a dog, at some point you
Will be carrying a bag of poo,
At least if you’re considerate 
And follow laws regarding s#%*.
There are some, though, who flout the rules
And think that bagging crap’s for fools.

A joke said, aliens did land
And, struggling to understand,
Determined that the smarter race
Were not the humans, for their place
Was

DAILY GRATITUDE HOLDING HANDS

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.

THE NEED FOR HOLDING HANDS

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.

Holding On To Silence

I’ve been Holding on to silence 

All the times that you have hurt me 
All the times you told me lies 
Made me feel like I was drowning 
In the tears of all my cries 

I don’t know if I have helped you 
Or been part of your demise 
Was I right or was I

Holding On

I have a wife, a son and two granddaughters,
I have nightmares.
A 'having' cannot be held onto,
a Keep, a Fast, a Hold, all are synonyms
for a fortress....
my aspirations crumble like ancient walls.

When I pluck a pretty wildflower
from a verdant meadow -
a momentary kiss of joy,
an enlightening ray of sun....
then cometh the regret, the withering,
a racing time

DAILY GRATITUDE HOLDING HANDS

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.

THE ART OF HOLDING HANDS

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.

Holding the Matches

we find life in moments within nature 
in the rain
or the thunder that soon follows
in a bushfire
from the trees that became hollow
but she brings her own life
and i find it incredibly peaceful 
like rain on a tin roof
sometimes it's a loud love
like a bike at full throttle
she's lightning in a bottle
energetic and explosive
but not all

On seeing another poster of a child holding her lost pet

Another poster of a child holding her lost pet.
When I see them, man, the sinking feeling that I get.
Why can't pets just learn to stay at home?
Why are they always dying to go on the roam?
I haven't seen or heard of one happy ending yet.
This is not why we did love you ~
and learned to

Are These Sins Holding Me back?

I am wondering why in those gloomy moments
lived away from everybody who said prayers 
I haven't reached any sublime joy...
or even the ecstatic feeling of purity
that many saints got looking at the magnificent heaven;
are these sins holding me back and pushing me down,
so I can't rise up and give my praises God? 
Is the bright

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