In Hand(P) Poems - Poems about In Hand(P)

It was a misty morning in Moscow— When fate and palm first softly crossed, In gilded halls where secrets sleep, I met a man both sharp and lost. An oligarch with eyes of frost, Berezovsky, his name well known, His smile—a veil for storms within, His heart, a throne turned into stone. He ushered me with silken grace, Into his room where silence spoke, "Read...

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Each thread hums — drawn by patient hands, dyed in storms and thaw. The base is pale as morning frost, fibers holding winter’s quiet breath. Across it, ribbons of shifting hues wind like rivers — green bending to blue, violet bruised into pink. At the center, twin knots gleam — changing under every flicker of light, tidal glass or meadowstone, never the same twice. Edges fray softly, not from...

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Just picked up a pup fresh off the tit Had a hunger that just wouldn't quit Put kibble in a cup And he gobbled it up I bent over to pet him...he bit...

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The mirror used to be my friend; Alas, those days have reached the end. I see my face and can’t pretend I’m anything but old. I guess it’s me beneath the skin That wrinkles somehow settled in And make-up couldn’t quite begin To spin this straw to gold. My earrings still remain in place And, just like always, frame my face, But time will not...

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It’s times like these the stars feel far, And every lamp burns cold and thin— The world is loud, the winds unkind, And shadows press against my skin. I do not know the road ahead, Nor what the morning sky will show, The songs I loved have lost their tune, And even time forgets to flow. But in the hush between two breaths, Your...

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Summer Joy Hiku a sweet cold treat melting softly in the mouth~ summer joy in...

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I have a question (if you'll allow). How is it that I came to this place now? My life's path continued to where below my feet there is only air; and, the sad thing is, I cannot fly. At this point, I guess I'll have to try....

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Under the cherry blossoms, we stand, Your hand in mine, soft as the sand. The world is loud, yet here it’s still, Our hearts in tune, our spirits thrill. We giggle softly, sharing a look, Like secret pages in a book. Your laugh, a melody so sweet, It makes my heart skip every beat. The way you smile, the way time flies, I see...

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Matsuo Basho: English translations of haiku about birds, flowers, candles, life, death. Naptime! But my drowsiness is nixed by busybody warblers. —Matsuo Basho, translation by Michael R. Burch Carolers: the sparrows smile at their warbling. —Matsuo Basho, translation by Michael R. Burch Giving thanks to the flowers for brightening my visit: farewell. —Matsuo Basho, translation by Michael R. Burch Melancholy nub! The bamboo bud’s sad end. —Matsuo Basho, translation by Michael...

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I extend my hand across the waters, to feel your warmth and sweet fragrance once more, To kiss your hand, to pass the burn of my lips kept from times long past, When moments scattered and became a past that left us still dreaming, And if I could hold you in my arms again, to feel your cheek...

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People come and people go and how the times do change but something here needs to be done it should be rearranged preachers pundits politicians won't ever set things right the man in the street can make a difference if he takes up the fight so many souls lost at sea tho' they're on dry land action speaks louder than words they need a helping hand and...

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One thing the Lord will always do Is extend a hand to me He always saves us from ourselves The mighty Savior, yes, is He He's won every battle He has ever fought for me With great love and compassion I have found a place with Thee ...

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She just wanted help drowning Everytime she tried speaking It felt like a cold hand gripping her throat It felt like racism breathing silence in her mouth To other It looked like she had been saved But she knew she had been condemned To a life without freedom She couldn't pretend She didn't want her life to end She wanted an out And maybe the...

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Super Hero Heart Henrietta Heaven’s Helpful Hand Blew in swiftly, barely touching her feet on corn or land We watched her flit here, there, under, over, around and through. She got little accomplished but certainly entertained me and you....

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There's a widow that sits beside the seaside The sun shines on her face There’s a morning light that cries and sits beside her place And there is an eye That melts at the touch It’s hidden not much For a fake Did you know the greatest treasure lost Was found at the bottom of a lake The widow sits beside its hand she shall...

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