Short Hands And Knees Poems

trees always seem to fall
when a trail is followed
on hands and knees....

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If I were on my hands and knees
I would see kindness
I would see love
I would see peace

When I am on my feet 
I see animosity 
I see hatred
I see greed

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I got down on my hands and knees 
and begged the lord please 
let you come back to me 
cuz we were ment to be 
but now all i see is that he has only set you free...

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My soul feels the hard rub of  life
so relentless, this flinty grinding 
as I cram through narrow passages, 
crawling on my hands and knees 
towards the salvation of your touch...

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I'm sick of standing on my hands and knees!
The image speaks to the wall.
Why don't we alternate?
The Frame is your outer casing.
And we pierced my chest with nails....

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my momma chased me around the house to comb my tattered hair
and that pink frilly dress she could never get me to wear ,
cut I'd rather be out with the boyz in the mud and muck 
crawling on my hands and knees to push my Tonka truck...

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It seems like when I fell down. 
I never got back up. 
Crawling on my hands and knees. 
Struggling through life. 

Every heartache, every problem. 
Feels like a thousand pounds
Pushing me further into the ground. 
Struggling to breath....

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There are no problems in the world
that I can try to solve.
When waiting on my hands and knees
for government to resolve.

That I am waiting for my death
in rights that will dissolve
And paying for my ignorance
in lives that have absolve...

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Crippled by your words
I made crutches to carry me
Through the following days

Stronger than before
Weaker than I feel
I cannot carry myself

Misguided by thoughts
I selfishly crawl to hide
On my hands and knees

Flesh shredded
Bones shattered
I rest, I sleep, forever...

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In middle of the night
He creep in like thief
The thunder roaring

Across Your floors
A flash of lightning
Created a fire

Skipping stars 
Started to fall 
Your sleeping minds

Heard the dark knights call
Rise up or you shall crawl
Upon your hands and knees
Like a disease...

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Lightning
highlights painting
Jagged sky and rough seas
Two on weathered yacht breaking up
The sirens’ alarm amidst torrent clouds
In terror they seek company
Splinters in hands and knees
Fast pounding waves
Lightning

8/25/2018
Rictameter Me Poetry Contest
Sponsor: White Wolf...

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I get up each morning,
Seaching through my home,
Looking for dirt and grime,
To me is yet unknown. 

I dust and polish,
Mopping on hands and knees,
Wash all my windows
Until I'm throughly pleased.

My reason for my cleanliness, 
Isn't for health or pride,
But fear of what you might discover,
If I should suddenly die....

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     They were bigger than me!
     Couldn't get free.
     Circled around,
     Until I fell on the ground!
     Scared of what they could do.
     I picked a space between some knees,
     Let all my breath out.
     Until I thought I could squeeze,
     Between and under,
     Grasping hands and knees.
     Ran all the way home,
     Then knew I was free!
     
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Crawl on your hands and knees, 
Away from broken pleas,
Where the tender heart bleeds;
Let her soul rest in peace.

Think of her divine joy,
Blended to the limitless;
Extrudes fluid nothing,
Why the disenchantment? 

Moments in reflection,
Creation with destruction,
Moves in loves hatred,
Swinging each indulgence.

Lightening bolts and rain,
Denied love, triggers the pain....

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My tears are falling
My hands are weak
My knees are trembling at my feet
 I feel my heart break into peices falling to the ground. I can't understand the way i 
feel... heartbreak, tears, hands weak, knees trembling at my feet
 Just for a moment i take a deep breath close my eyes and imagine you here... i pull 
myselph together and go to sleep wake up the next morning and im at peace....

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Under a fading Celtic moon, half
a coin left over from last night, my sheep 
are feasting on pasture lush and wild 
with turkeys’ wings. A titmouse chick-a-dees 
from an oak that’s spring-fresh green. 
On hands and knees, I harvest Indian lettuce 
for a salad. Do sheep wonder at my human 
foraging? I’ll come back home 
wearing colors of the field, muddy knees
grass-stained; I’m hungry to savor 
my tiny isle of green....

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What is that sticky substance
Right on my kitchen floor?
It's only in one spot,
I can't see any more.

Could it be a piece of gum?
I can't figure it out.
Maybe some milk gravy
Or a tiny splash of grout.

It's a bit embarrassing
And rarely is it seen.
Like the rest of my house,
I like to keep my kitchen clean.

I have to find the answer,
So on my hands and knees.
After a closer look,
I saw it was just some cheese....

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Forgive me!  I'm here in my pled.  I'm here on my hands and knees 
yelling out to the world. I was wrong,  I don't know what I was thinking 
that was back then. I'm sorry I rather lose my life then to lose a friend.


 You best believe just forgive me 
this is my shout out to you, for you to listen to what I have to say
.  I'm done and I'm not going to walk away 
never again b/c its hard on me to think I just lost a friend....

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Your image is in the glass in my soul, where your face moves
Through mine.  The brim fills in love and pours over time.
The mirror with who I am is binding—and cannot contain 
Your light. It shatters the window image of home.
Losing your heart, I’m alone.  

On hands and knees I feel the glass—for your
Life to my soul.  From millions of scraps of me,
I’m cut through more deep, and

Bled my blood, strained in jar, that you feel it....

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the typhoon force wind roared through the long dark cave
which was once was the refuge of along forgotten slave
why am i here i ask myself again and again
putting myself through this agony and pain
oh i remember now for my true love i must find
the largest pink shell,just the one of a kind
scrabbling about on hands and knees so sore
i spot the pink shell in the seas shallow shore
i held it up to the fading sunlight
and let out a cheer with all of my might...

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Somedays i keep it all locked down inside,
When my inner spirit chooses to run and hide.
It builds and builds to this manic depression
Where ive come to accept my lifes regression.
I watch things held precious slip away
I surrender to hopelessness day by day
I look to my pen and paper or keypad as my only release
Or crying out to God on my hands and knees
But the chasm grows wider as it swallows who i used to be
And my mirror slowly phases out the real me....

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She wanders through the rubble,
Tears streaming down her twisted face.
Red eyes mixed with black eyeliner. 
Her pupils shine green among the dancing flames.

Branches snag her tattered clothes,
Causing her to fall.
On hands and knees,
She has no will to stand.

Chains and locks on her wrists and ankles,
Not letting her move.
Too weak…
She’s losing the fight.

Days of crying and sobbing,
Such pain.
Screaming on the inside,
But her voice won’t work…...

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Your touch
Your fingers in my hair
Your words 
Harsh against my face

Its like a slap
When you look at me that way
I want to hate you
Until you bleed a different color

Love, lust and loathing
Pouring from my veins
You're like a drug
That slowly kills me from the inside

I won't crawl
On my hands and knees for you
Not this time
I've opened up enough

It's your turn
To take your time 
And weigh the situation
I'll be here 
If you decide to find me...

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I walk the road I believe in, where my dreams and desires reside,
It's where my hopes begin and never end,
It's where love is in the very air I breathe,
It's where I can get on my hands and knees and pray to the one that created me,
It's where my talents and gifts come from,
It's the reason I wake up everyday, thankful to watch my children play,
I walk this road because I believe,
And this is the only road that will see the bottom of my feet.

Poet 
David W Carter...

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descised as someone I'm not
praying on my hands and knees for forgiveness for the people that i have shot 
the lives that i have taken 
the families that i have destroyed
the path that i have chosen puts my whole family in danger
the thoughts of ever being able to be me again are decaying beneath my feet
burning of hell runs through my mind as my legs become weak and my life becomes short
i am not a man nor considered a human being
i am a failure, 
a disappointment  to us all...

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