Short Hand On Poems
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It’s the softest kiss…
My hand on her a**
Withheld she opens
Where will this night end?
After all I just live up the bend
the curve of your lips
gentle and rose petal pink
smile like you love me
hand on my arm tenderly
rest your head on my shoulder
Hand on the rail
head bent
sit in the chair
false cheer.
she turns away
asks for a screen
no company no dialog
chemotherapy
We sway here my hand on my heart,
beating nicely magic music i hear
is it so enchanting
the muse of my soul,
in sync we are one.
Form:
God places His hand on our head
blessing us as an elder would
to our home we’re by bliss beats led
heart exults with joy as it should
put hand on head
has no bed
he is web feds
stop at the runs
he is a sungun
that all alway on his feet
thats how this
HOMELESS MAN SLEEPS
By placing the palm
of your hand on the world's main
artery you tame
its mind-storms and thus
I become so fasten to
this very moment.
God’s hand on our head is reassuring
we feel it all the time
how much easier can soul’s ascent get
as grace in-pours betwixt bliss beat’s chime
I live for small things:
water clear, to dive down deep,
sun to pierce my bones,
and for sleep, your hand on mine,
our dreams sewn tight together.
Lay a gentle hand on rust
Obstinate and stubborn, it fails from the start
Vivacious and bubbly you present that hand to the
Everlasting pulse of a failed heart
The child lost
Wanders round
In the man of body
Without a growing understanding
Except the hand on gun
Loaded up with silent frustrations
Until the empty’s numb
child you want to cry
forgive my hand on your mouth
soldiers are coming
For contest 'Time to B' sponsored by Casarah Nance
July 28th 2015
shhhhh............
I fell asleep on night as usual on my own,
When i awoke there was a little girl next to me,
She had her hand on my chest,
And she said 'Is it a little bird'
'It seems so scared.'
Form:
Sat on the desk, with my hand on my cheek
Contemplating on the task, long requested
Wondering how to mask, my biases of the role
Trying hard to stay focused and deliver the expected
Form:
Roses are red and violets are blue
Gold may sparkle and silver may shine
Instead, gift the words ... I love you ...
Writ by your hand, on a little paper valentine
(Lind30WCR - 7,7,7,9)
I watch the second hand on the clock.
Every tick and every tock is my life lessoning.
Amazed at how you can truly watch yourself die.
by every tick and every tock.
tick,tock,tick,tock,tick,tock.
Form:
My hand on your shoulder
Soft skin
Soft touch
My anchor to reality
My lifeline, my touchstone
My source of stability
My grasp of solid ground
Peace, calm, safety and light
My hand
On your shoulder.
ah Coffeetop Locks
be the witch’s fox
a cunning you pair
in hand on the fringe
of village life wings
but inward at night
for her work
where you light
then quickly on hocks
ah Coffeetop Locks
Limericks are no fun counting syllable or meter
Although it may seem to look rather neater
I have people in fits
Writing with one hand on my bits
Long as the punch line is corny makes it sweeter
© 2000
People come
People go
People die
But it's never GOODBYE
You walk beside me
I feel so young and so free
You put your hand on my shoulder
Watch over me as I get older
I always miss you
Forever and forever
sleepily
I cozy up in my blanket
and stare at our Christmas tree
you sleep next to me exhausted
your even breathing is my song
and calm
my hand on your chest finds your
strong even heartbeat
I lay my head
I awake embraced
your warm breath tickles my ear
I pretend to sleep
soft hand on my cheek
eyes that hold me in their spell
... my happy heart aches
what did i do
for you to put me though this
what did i do for you to put ur hand on me
i think you must be crazy
you aint my father
so dont hit me
i dont think you understood me clearly
dont ever put your dang hands on me
Form:
I am sound in chains
Rushing in a hurry
Will I turn the page
A poet
A scholar
A gentleman
And.... A lover
But
No liar.
Just waiting to solve this puzzle
Instead of a relieving hand on an empty bottle?
Just as the wind has come about
And it's time to change tack;
There's a new hand on the tiller
Of the mutinous, rudderless boat;
Now doomed to float aimlessly,
Until it arrives at an uncharted port
Its cargo spoiled, wasted, ruined.