Holds Poems

When the Soul Holds a Brush

I once saw a soul hold a brush—
when my eyes first fell in love
with the Sistine Chapel ceiling.
Michelangelo, with the sweep of his hand,
took me through space and time,
into a cathedral of bliss
painted upon the heavens.

When I dreamed of the Mona Lisa,
and tasted the silence
of The Last Supper,
I woke asking—
Was Leonardo da Vinci a man,
or

- The Killick Holds -

  The calendar showed January 1899,
  there were only a few hours of real daylight
  He set out in his poor man's boat, early dawn
  Snow and ice did not melt until mid-May
  The cold bit his face and hands,
  he had to try to obtain some food on

tv holds me hostage

TV holds me hostage
not interesting one bit
yet I cannot move from my chair
for I am fluffy, not fit

The drone of the TV dear
lulls my heavy body to sleep
the time that I waste here
makes me want to wail and weep

Peace Holds Trouble At Woman's Subtle Cheek

Peace holds trouble at woman's subtle cheek:
Pale, inviting and warm enough to kiss
Attentively with regards, seeming freak.

Shielded close to her open lips, eyes seek
Patiently... so moment goes not amiss,
Peace holds trouble at woman's subtle cheek.

On top her chest's fountain lies tips so meek,
Choice could travel its miles without a hiss,
Attentively with regards, seeming freak.

Labelling tricks

A Empty Heart Holds

"In life we learn from love, hurts, mistakes and from the ones we have trusted." By Poet

My heart once held love overflowing,
joy was bursting at the seams and glowing.
That was before you came along,
you did me so very wrong.
Filling my loving heart with pain,
I will never do this again.
Now I will guard my hurt and

Cemetery Holds The Living

hairline chasm threads
cobweb white through obsidian—
wrapped around carved names
once warm on living tongues.

those who lived visit 
with heads down,
pretending it’s superstition—
not guilt.
     not memory.
          not fear of love ending abruptly
          in a plot

She Who Holds the Heart of Home

She rises not with trumpet’s call,
But gentle hands that tend us all—
A morning song, a knowing glance,
The quiet grace of circumstance.

She bears no crown, yet rules with ease,
With wisdom woven into peace.
The hearth she builds is made of soul,
And every touch, a sacred role.

When storms have come to test our way,
She stood—unshaken, come what may.
The

Time Holds Everything

I was shaken and shaking.
Meeting your eyes, for a second.
But it could have been a million years.
The space that moment holds in my head
could have been used to build the pyramids.

Mom Holds Another Opinion

He perforated her ideas with an axe
Alternative facts; alternative facts
She ignored his staunch idiocy
A union between them could never be

She was as open as he was closed and opposed
She exuded honesty, he usually looked stiff and posed
They will never get along, one of us said after another
Opposites sometimes do well, said our optimistic grandmother

To one who holds my heart

I know you tired. 
Mind thinking about what my hands could do.
Heart filled with hope is heart beats with a purpose.
Tears of joy you never saw.
Let missing you be a choice and right thing to do.
Because the heart has engraved the picture of you.
The smell of your scent cuts through the nose.
The warmth of hands

The Pause That Holds Me

The world does not beg to be held today
Doesn't demand my voice or my chase
It simply asks that I sit in the space between
Where breath is enough
Where time just is
There's no urgency here
No need to carve my name into the hours
Only the soft surrender of being
So I loosen the grip on the reins of time
Letting

Every Moment Holds A Truth

Every event carries purpose, hidden deep within.
Waiting for the right moment to reveal its true intent.
Realizing ignorance is to blame for actions wishing to be undone.
Unaware of the outcome, when consequences are spun.

Regrets of the past linger, unchangeable and stark,
Echoes of our actions, leaving an indelible mark.
We often fail to see the cost of love

The Name of Jesus holds a Reputation

The Name of Yahweh holds a reputation
The Name of Jesus holds a Reputation
No wonder His Name is attacked
But this name can never be defeated

Jesus upholds the status of his Glory
He carries the Pattern of His Father
Jesus is Jehovah the Saviour
His Eternal Spirit changes our behaviour!
He Saves us—He Delivers us
The Name of Jesus holds a Reputation
Do

God Holds Tomorrow

God Holds Tomorrow 
Miracle Man
8/10/2024

Yesterday is a boarded up hotel,
where memories seek their rest.
We keep them locked up tight,
but on review at our behest.

Today is the sidewalk where many,
are forced to pitch their tent.
Added to capacity daily,
by each clock tick that’s spent.

Tomorrow is mere uncertainty, 
which never sees the light of day.
For each welcome of

What Love Holds On To

Love clutches memories like precious pearls,
A necklace of moments, each a treasure.
It grasps hope, a kite in life's wild swirls,
Flying high above storms we can't measure.
Love clings to promises, fragile as lace,
Yet strong as the roots of an ancient tree.
It embraces trust, a warm, safe place,
A harbor in life's tumultuous sea.
What love holds on to,

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