Long Hug Poems
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Lend me your shoulders
So that I can cry upon
And I will return you a recovering smile
Lend me your shoulders
So that I can lean against
And I will return you some confidence
Lend me your shoulders
So that I can rest my head
And I will return you some intelligence
Lend me your shoulders
So that I can rest my hands
And I will return your some achievements
Lend me your shoulders
So that I can shift my burden over
And I will return you some appreciation
Lend me your shoulders
So that I can pat you thrice
And I will return you my thanks
Lend me your shoulders again and again
So that my mind can rest in calmness
And I will return you a lovely warm hug
GIT UP GO AND HUG FORGIVE AND LOVE YOUR LOVED ONE AFTER READING THIS POEM
When is the last time you held your loved ones;
Git up!, now and go hug them;
Open up your heart and mouth and tell them you love them
After you read these words that you heard, git up and hug them
Go on, go on, come on and love them
For you don't know how long they're on the earth
And for what it's worth
Forgive them their sins, be a better being go on embrace them
Hug them
Love them
Forgive them
And when your done do all over again
When is the last time you held your loved ones;
Git up!, now and go hug them;
Open up your heart and mouth and tell them you love them
After you read these words that you heard, git up and hug them
Go on, go on, come on and love them
For you don't know how long they're on the earth
And for what it's worth
No matter if they've hurt you, yesterday or when you were two
Doesn't matter long as you forgive them
No matter what theyv'e done too,(you)
Go on and forgive them
Love them
Forgive them
Hug them
It's better to love them
Jesus is calling
Us to forgiveness;
If we don't forgive others;
How can we stand before the Father
And ask for a pardon
When we won't forgive others;
so when you git done reading this poem
go and Hug, Forgive and Love your loved one
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
3/3/18
Every time we visited Grandma…before she’d ever speak
she’d smile, hug each one of us then plant a kiss upon our cheeks.
And when it was time to leave…”I love you” she would say…
this was followed by a hug and a kiss as she sent us on our way.
It didn’t take long, at Grandma’s house for each of us to learn…
we had to stand in line for her hug and kiss…each waiting for our turn.
It’s funny how we went through stages..when it came to Grandma’s hug and kiss…
When young we waited impatiently…it was something we didn’t want to miss…
Then for a while it’s something we put up with…Grandma’s hug and kiss
Until a certain age when once again it became something
we didn’t want to miss.
I don’t think we realized how much Grandma’s greetings we adored…
until the day she wasn’t there to hug or kiss us anymore.
I think Grandma understood life is as fragile as it is precious
how time moves forward…time moves fast…
and so she treated every hug as if it was her first hug
and every kiss as if it were her last.
It’s one of the lessons she taught us with all those hugs and kisses we amassed…
to delight in every moment as if it was our first…and cherish it…in case it is our last.
Which is why we all imagine Grandma smiling…on her cloud up in the sky….
whenever she sees us hug and kiss one another when we get together…
then hug and kiss again as we say goodbye.
He pulled me into
An embrace that was real
Like a light in the dark
Filling up my broken heart
His love hugged me
With kindness and tenderness
Whispers of serenity
Discovered inside love
That is alive and wise
Love that abides on the inside
He left me feeling sure
That love had warmed my soul
And I could always be certain
God was working through the one
Who touched my heart
And opened up the door
To grace that flows alive
Like a gentle kiss that abides
He is gone now
But his love lingers here
On the naked skin
Where hope always wins
And faith reminds you when
Love is there – in a prayer
You have been hugged by grace
And seen God face to face
Flickering, glistening sounds of night
Your warm hand keeps mine protected from the frost
Stars twinkle above like the warmth of your heart
Our hearts have a view of the snow covered hillside
Candles flicker in the sky
We bask in warmth, two thinkers with their minds in an intuitive escape
Spiritual bubbles provide the fragrance of vanilla, our perfume of choice
White icing with vanilla flavor, a snow cone so tasty,
Hot chocolate, all the sweet flavors,
The garden of organic vegetables
For the time being, covered in snow, contrasting the warm body heat
Moving in and out of my mind, through the seasons of the year
I feel your spirit and pull you so close
A warm hug, the best I've ever known, truly heartfelt, here as we
Hike through the snow, in silence, hearts protected from the frost,
Ever growing, love bestowing.
I saw him on that last Sunday
I gave him a hug and a kiss
I told him he works to hard
and on Sunday's of him I did miss
he told me today was his birthday
I told him that was wrong
for not giving the church congregation
a chance to sing him a birthday song
as we're standing near the pulpit
I turned to the remaining crowd
I said, "today is Darryl's birthday "
in a voice clear and loud
so we gathered together
and we all started to sing
the birthday song to let Darryl know
to us what he means
we said we love you and
we wish you all the best
as a fellow child of God
we know that you are blessed
I was unaware that that would be the very last time
that I would see my dear friend Darryl Baskins alive
but I'm glad I got that chance to give him
my last hug and my last kiss
because he was my dear friend
and of him I will truly miss
What is it about a hug? Have you ever wondered why
we use this little squeeze of affection
when we greet our friends and family…
and…when we say goodbye?
The hug is universal…it can be found everywhere…from Albania to Zaire.
It’s a gentle and tender way to show our friends an family we care.
The funny thing about a hug, however, is…
In order for this affection to be shown…
it’s simple physics really…one cannot hug alone.
To feel its power…its magic
with a person or an animal a hug has be paired…
Yes, the only way a hug can work…is when that hug is shared.
A hug can show our love, can calm us, can help to ease our fears.
A hug can bring a smile to our face or stem the flow of tears….
Lovers hug, parents hug and what child does not love to squeeze…
While walking in the forest I’ve even see people hugging trees!
A hug is a way to communicate without words…
and before a hug is done…
for a moment…in the midst of a hug…two people become one.
I wonder…if knowing the grace and beauty of a hug
understanding its magic and its charms…
is the primary reason our creators
gifted us with arms.
Twas on a night of December
The 25th, I do remember
When a young man knelt inside his house
Alcoholic drink, down his throat spent
It was easy for me to know where his thoughts went
For here he told his secrets deep
Here he cried about wife and children lost
About his heart, a bitter chunk of frost
About his friends who now shun him
About his car which he did wreak
Which his insurance did not give a speck
And his house which was in shambles
Here he yelled, to God, to anyone could hear him
To anyone and anything he’s seen on film
To everyone who has existed, even those dead
But most of all he cried to me
I, Death, he did not want to flee
But he was not on my list
Now this you must understand
I would not have stopped here without some demand
For I was not due at his door
Some people to death do crawl
Especially after some big fall
But he merely needed one small push
So I knelt by his form
And soothed his raging storm
With a hug given, both real and felt
Here I had awakened the fire bright
I returned in him his desperate fight
And melted his icy heart
His heart, though still sore
Prompted his thanks to implore
To those forces to him unknown
While his soul I will one day keep
Right then only two words did I reap
The two words “forgive me”
And the “please” didn’t hurt
The warmth of a tender hug
comes when joy or pain is present,
and tears always fall to mark that moment...
some have even gone to the extent of writing a song!
Hugs given or received
are never erased from anyone's mind...
they're as indelible as pictures, or even paintings
that a devoted artist passionately painted to create a masterpiece!
Who hasn't received an unexpected hug and felt fine?
Wasn't it full of warmth and tenderness? I'm fortunate enough
to have received many and I can easily count them on my ten fingers!
Hugs of sympathy console persons mourning...they make them cope with death!
Hugs make one much stronger when endurance is weakened by little confidence!
Hugs given with a selfless heart show that they aren't compelled, but very genuine!
Why wouldn't the warmth
of a tender hug deeply penetrate
the bloodstream to let sadness leave
and be replaced by hope? Hugs are wonderful and we need them
to help us through our day! Give hugs on every occasion: let them feel that
they are loved in February, May and June! Be that someone who never stops to give!
From shore to deep, the colors of the sea,
tan sand and white meringue bursting forth.
Can you picture the lovers on the edge
long after they're gone?
Footprints of fun
and frolic.
The ghost, of bikini and boxers
painted pretty with tropical flowers, on bods.
The ocean wall, an enigmatic blue and sand monster
like a cloudy day sky. It has the look of adventure
as it cascades.
I want to climb it’s peak,
examine it’s underwings.
Toes sink, knees deep, waist high -
I’m just an earthling enamored with the mystic sea.
When on a cruise deck, and God shut the lights off,
except for the moon
and stars,
I want to lean over -
don’t stop me as I dive with my prayers and imagination
into the frothing lullaby -
its rocking,
sloshing,
satisfying.
I hug the ocean more than any tree. It cools me,
surrounds me with
danger,
love,
romance…yes,
swashbuckles me, captures me, and lets me go.
The ocean let Jonah go and so did the great fish,
but I will not let the sea free me so easily. This salt
has it in her blood,
even standing too close
to the rocks
near the lighthouse that illuminates a warning.
Mrs. Muir saw the Captain in her dreams, full-bearded -
the cape cottage window open to the endless tide.
The danger now is not sharks nor shipwrecks
but the needles in the sand, the chasing off
of blanketed lovers by the unsavory beach pirates.
Us earthlings
must clean up our ebb and flow.
Illuminate me on pink sands. Draw me into a rapscallion tale.
I shall cross swords on the deck as the sea comes to my rescue.