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Echoes of water
Screeching through the ears
A child in the hands of a lake,
then surface,
Only to hear echoes of life.
The book of beauty
Has a poem
Written in our
Tears of joy
And tells the story of life
Swirling in the hands of time.
where does
evil rest assure
but
in the hands
of our
advisors
administrators
magicians and
court jesters or
fire in the
hands of
Prometheus
Sealed in
a bottle and
tossed out to the sea...Ha!
my poem found in the hands of
a beast!
"cinquain" contest by Sara Kendrick
Roy and Rita Snow encountered a great scare
A hair dryer in the hands of a hungry hare
Their noses were at stake
Rita began to shake
Roy chased him away with a broom and frosty stare
the sweet innocence of children
in the hands of their parents
to be molded by example
influenced day to day
eager for attention
curious nature
funloving
naïve
joy
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Pity the poor women of Afghanistan
In the hands of the ruthless Taliban
Repressed and put down
In a shapeless black gown
At the disposal of any overbearing man.
written August 12, 2021
Katy had a shiny dime
She placed it in the hands of time
The clock struck twelve
Rang out sweet chimes
Her dime a diamond -- so sublime
March 30, 2021
Nursery Rhyme 3 Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
We've extended great thought
to cure bodies and minds,
yet the well-being of our souls
still rests in the hands of God.
The lack of that understanding
could be why so many
spend so much time in recovery...
Cut me cut me! Oh scalpel of thy surgeon,
Expose my inner organs to the world to see,
As I lay on the operating table helplessly,
My life now lies in the hands of those standing over me,
I live if they did right and I die if they don’t.
Kept safe in the hands of Love
Ever to be locked and guarded - a vault of Peace
Yes - only to be unlocked by the art of love
Date: 09/14/2021
K Contest New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
I cannot sleep through the night,
I am an insomniac,
All my thoughts come to life,
And stab me in the back,
I try to think like normal people
But all that comes to mind
Is that we are ticking time bombs
In the hands of Father Time.
Some say we’re in the hands of fate
But decisions yet to come
Will only prove that we create
The people we become
The future has an unseen face
And vague as it may seem
These years are ours to find a place
This is our time to dream
Someday. In old age.
My well-being will be in the hands of:
Underpaid cutters and x-addicts
serial texters and sadists
tide pod eaters-assorted derelicts
the odd minister,
lost Christmas carolers...
I pray to remain somewhat fit.
Hospital waiting room in the afternoon
Tired flowers looking after the patients
Saplings emerging from the interaction
Oranges in the hands of the sun as it sets
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11 September 2025
Azure blue ocean that seems to mesmerise me
I wonder why you and I couldn’t be
Deep calls to deep
My soul fell into a silent sleep
Washed in crystal waters
Clay pressed in the hands of the potter
A new me and you
Lost in the deep deep blue
I am nothing but a plain pen in the hands of the Great King
A simple sparrow, singled out solely to solemnly sing...
from the rising of the rainbow, to the release of the rainfall ring;
from the setting of the sun and the springing of seeds in Spring
Libertas in the hands of warlords,
natural hardship, in the name of war,
License to kill.
For those who can gain lots,
obtained legislative favor,
overall pattern of bill.
Even rogue army cords.
In the end of guns gore,
Bloody warheads refill.
Relax and take it all in
The day is nearing its end
Don't worry about your job
Just leave it in the hands of God
There is more to worry about than time to care
Give yourself a break; it's only fair
Relax and take it all in
The day is nearing its end
Form:
For how long will you live like this?
A puppet in the hands of others!
Your happiness and sadness is
decided by how others behave!
It is high time you changed yourself,
then only you can be always happy!
30.05.2021
Submitted to Bite Size Poem, Line Gauthier
A drunk man stumbles out of any bar
Looks at a sky marred with stars
Inside looks he, a void he spys
Tears brim fragmented eyes
He feels it--
Bestowed burden cumbersome
In the hands of man--
The brand,
To think
To be
To become
To not...
Is him
Is we
Lone Lily
Unfurled in quiet repose
Grasped in the hands of the damned
Held under chin to capture the soul
Closed in the darkness
Of satin lined box
Never again to be gazed upon
It’s sweet scent lost to the living
Slowly fading as flesh melts
And all that remains……
Come my love lets pledge
Our love may grow with time n age
May we together set an example
Earnest seeking be ample
Although all is in the hands of fate
Love we will till last date
Our desires we will try to fulfill
Never hurt or desert but love we will
Give eachother till we breathe our last
crease kept up with universe,universe was happy as long as crease was
there,where darkness was i dont know,but i do go somewhere in the hands of
time.wash dishes witches,im pullin up the switches.dont deny me,it'll only make
it owrse.first to respond to the dawn of time thing,thats me,sugarfree,absolutely.
More Morning Thoughts
Miracle Man
4-26-2022
I know that all time is in the hands of God,
and when I squander this time,
thinking about things I can no longer do.
HE quickly redirects my thoughts
toward life’s accomplishments, (blessings)
and the things health still allows me to do.