Shoulders Poems - Poems about Shoulders

For my parents, I am the son who carries their prayers on his shoulders like wings of light, in a silent dance of stars gathering to build a universe worthy of their love. They say they're lucky to have me, but I'm just an echo of the love I was bathed in. For my younger brother, I am...

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“Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy. Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry. Sunshine on the water looks so lovely. Sunshine almost always makes me high.” John Denver wrote Sunshine On My Shoulders in 1971 long before I started my own family… and I’m sure he never dreamed the effect his song would have on me. When our children were...

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May we be blessed to understand our shoulders are meant to carry the weight of our children’s worries… that is one of our parental powers… And just as blessed to understand our children’s shoulders were never meant…to carry the weight of ours. ...

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Some evenings weigh heavily on the shoulders of the soul, the sunset spills like tea dripping onto the floor of time, and the birds, once lively metaphors of playful freedom, now seem to march toward an unknown horizon – the abyss of my room is silent – they no longer sing serenades to me, or perhaps I have simply forgotten...

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Today I’m grateful for shoulders… I have been blessed to have stood on my ancestors shoulders… Blessed the way our lives have intertwined…. And I hope someday my children and grandchildren will feel blessed to have stood on top of mine....

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We will all have certain burdens in our life… a life that will be long and diverse enough to vary them… May we be blessed that whatever burdens life throws at us… we have shoulders strong enough to carry them ...

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When I think about the way I was created…every part of my body is enchanted… from those parts I rely on every day…to those I take for granted. Take my shoulders for instance..there was a time when I was young and I looked in the mirror…at my shoulders I would scoff. thinking their only use in life is to...

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You left in anger and despair with hand grenade words thrown in the air how much you didn’t effing care although I knew that wasn’t true a heavy door had slammed shut behind you so I looked up to the clock for a minute then began to stare at shrugging shoulders shaking heads scratching hair all looking at your big empty chair with not much left for me to say except that our time was up now we...

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So much pressure weighs on the shoulders of the oldest child. She tries to hold it but can’t grip on and it all falls apart. The life she wields No longer can deal With all the pressure Of a family of five. ...

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Duration -------------------- Section VIIII-VVIII of Article 2B under Chapter IV Predispositions and Urges A.....The instructions to love with affectionate Quality in such performances B.....Various formats and genres requires content definition that word usage is often rhymned for the rhymers sake. (changing phrases often allow word usage to folk who wish decent content) C.....A Deep passionate and affectionate tone set for two people D.....In a number of perspectives where the recipient...

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Mighty Mercury Alert then aloof, snuggly warm then colder ...

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I know everybody’s done it when they’re around a small baby, your pick them way up in the air, make your shoulders into a seat. It usually gets a small squeal from an excited boy or girl, we make them feel like ‘big’ people, and help them glimpse the wider world. They wrap their arms around your head, or ball tiny fists in your...

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On my shoulders, a thought as thin as mist has settled, A silver statue in the night of thoughts, cold and mute. In its marble stubbornness, it stood frozen, Not a strand of hope, not a spark shook it. In the loop of time, like an endless sequence, A silent...

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They don’t part with loyalty: Members of The Royalty: Raiders grabbing a booty: Just judge it your First Duty… Big fault of The Royalty; You can’t dodge its penalty: Of unpleasantness fruity, The chimney-black and sooty… For true shows of loyalty They must head Admiralty, Their seats nicely Velvety; Your Football Match Novelty… All escapes from penalty A drama of loyalty: One’s back bending for kings sword With its...

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Great Britain and their beloved colonial states, struggled and determined each their own fates, foes in war, but united in common civility, unlike Putin's abandon of simple humanity. Ravaged and weakened, but firm on their feet, Ukraine lacks no courage in evil they meet, and those who would claim, "It is not our fight." abandon Heaven's calling to do what is right. ....

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