Short Hands On Poems
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two old people holding hands on a bench
is what you see but do you know what it took
as each lost a little dream of stardom
warmth of holding hands on trips evanesced
sunlight still bounces off of
those keepsake fridge magnets
Written on:04/05/2017
suspend me
in the night
arch my back
float me
strong hands on my waist
dark whispers in my ear
urging me on
float with me
Form:
You keep your hands on my heart.
Listing to you beating me.
Your name will be in every harness.
This is absolutely true love to me.
Form:
A miss, with handsome curved thighs,
From men she elicited sighs
- Try as they would
- None of them could
Ever lay hands on the prize.
HANDS
ambidexterous, mine and yours, yet clasping each other
in prayer for poets - and Elizabeth or Lisa - best for sister, mother
no one was in the john that day
so I thought it’d be safe to stay
I needed to sneeze
with hands on my knees
blew the blockage from my…airway
as water drop
my eyes pop
hands on by faces
as the tears or trace
to see us moving on
its not wrong
knowing this is not toy
to have
TEARS OF JOY
The captain called all hands on deck
He said come on lads what the heck
Whatever you do
when you have to poo
don’t leave the loo in such a wreck
sweet Kissimmee sun...
carefree hands on steering wheel
...soft marshmallow clouds
3/14/2019
*Kissimmee - city in Florida
A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry
Giraffe
Love is here!
Love is now!
Got to get my hands on it!
Somehow.
(C)2023 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Do you remember diabolical burning passion?
The kind that can barely wait to get hands on each other?
Excitement that turns your soul and flesh into flames?
He’s sorry and wished it undone
But dad’s home—there’s no where to run
The spanking's intense
Father never relents
And imprints his hands on his son
The lusty octopus Louise
Loved giving young sailors the squeeze
With her tentacles great
She could satisfy eight
Leaving all hands on deck with large hickeys
You can put lipstick on my lips if you let me put hands on your hips!
‘Flirt with me’ poetry contest
2nd placement.
Sponsor Bobby May
Written 24/08/2020
Remember when you’re driving you’re driving
Beware walkers, bikers—it’s a big deal!
All need to keep on safely arriving
So eyes on the road and hands on the wheel!
A beast with no head
Frozen feelers hands on wheel
The sidewalk bones tell time sharp
Red-brick lawyers again
Yet cells evaporate swift
Cigarettes like mandalas
hands on curve of hips
head bent close to my navel
tongue in omphalic orbit
waiting for that dip
your prophecy of pleasure
makes of me a believer
Jade Celeste
Little girl
Whisps blowing in the wind
Big beauty
A ripple on a calm pond
Small hands on hips
Jupiter eating Mars
Large personality
A star like sparkling teeth
Not unlike the hands on a clock
We constantly move forward
And yet go nowhere
Playing a game with time
As we wander around in circles
Until our batteries run out.
quiet nights
hands on her belly
she feels the baby sway
and she rocks
watches out the window
waiting
time will come
maybe with the dawn
and you will be in my arms
Harsh time flew and I've gotten so old,
suffering from treacheries untold,
but when I get my hands on
that mischievous leprechaun,
at long last, I'll have my pot of gold.
savagery, alive in eyes - his snarling menace breaking my body
Susan Ashley
July 30, 2017
~ Second Place ~
Contest - Monoku 1: Your Best
Sponsor - Silent One
Sits on the floor and he looks into space
Or rocks back and forward his hands on his face
There’s no one to want him there’s no one to care
He’s the guy with a thousand yard stare
Form:
A gansta guy wearing his pants way low
Kept his hands on his crotch and walked real slow
Lost his grip
Down they slipped
Of junk in his trunk ,not much of a show
6/26/13