Claw
in my old suit
to take the sacrament—
hand of a lobster
Poems on the topic: hand
Poems on the topic “hand” on Poets.by.
V-Day haiku
Valentine’s Day—
formerly held hands count money
by a hard bed
Arsonism
fire is my flag
if nothing matters
there being nothing
to follow as much as
this necessary rose
what hands
open with more
unparticular generousness
Multifaceted
in matters of passion
I should have been a fly
I have grown many
hands and eyes
to meet the sweet weather
of her selves
Blizzard
it is winter
and we speak
with passionate hands
in the world beyond
there will be no ground
that is not white
I go bone by bone
through the whole
strange city
How long
How strong,
Can you be.
Ever protecting,
Guarding me.
How high,
Can you stand.
When I'm holding,
Your hand.
How far,
Can you see.
When I pull you,
To your knees.
How much,
Can you take.
When I crack you,
Make you break.
A helping hand
And when you,
Sink to your knees,
I'll stand you back up.
And when you,
Drown in your tears,
I'll stand you back up.
And when you,
Break all your bones,
I'll heal you.
And when you,
Lose all your hope,
I'll heal you.
And when you,
Cry out for me,
I'll be there.
Even when you,
Sorry Officer
he pulled me over
because my hands shook so bad i swerved
left and right
drunk
on my panic attack
his badge flashed
like that earring He wore
the night He scarred my soul
the officer touched my hand to pull me out of it
to bring me back to reality
ma'am, are you okay? i'm here. take deep breaths.
i screamed so hard
other cars pulled over to help
because every hand feels the same
no matter their intentions
Lines You Can't Cross
you can't just make my life better with
your smiles and butterfly kisses and gentle hand on my back,
then leave.
you can't expect me to go back to the way things were before.
you can't expect me to act like you never changed my life.
i'm different now.
i can't handle this new life without your guidance.
Sticks and Stones
anything can be a weapon
in your hands
One Day
One day, I will hold destiny in my hands.
I will hold fate like a little songbird in steady hands,
And I will say:
"Yes, I see you.
I accept you as you are,
I can love you are you are."
It will be no different from speaking in the mirror.
But that day, it isn't today.
Today I will only rest,
And perhaps tomorrow will not be that day either,
Or perhaps it will be.
But I stand ready for that one day.
* * *
Yes
I left,
but at that very moment,
I wished
you knew how
I earnestly prayed
for you to grab my hand
and pull me unto your chest, begging me
"Please stay"
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