#hands poems on Hello Poetry

Hunter Green Nov 2019

Hands Cold.
Finally feel hard enough,
To protect my filtered soul.
Sins Told.
Surrounded by a little trust,
Enough to keep me sold.

The heatwaves pressed me down, sweating out my moral code.
The others watched or listened,
Breathing heavy but their judgement never showed.
Held on tight to warmth, let the thoughts pass as I rode.
Gripped so tight it burned,
Remembering the feeling and depth through the blankets I fold.

It was like pain of heat became enjoyment. Like, pain is normally bad, shouldn’t happen, so when my mind flipped that switch for sin, the pain didn’t matter either, and it felt just as good to enjoy a dog day...

#heat #hot #sweat #breath #burn #moral #trust #cold #hands #sins

A Touch Of Poetry Nov 2019

Perpetual Motion

Perpetual Motion
The aerodynamics of your words slice through the atmosphere effortlessly.

Their succession is perpetual, reaching each listener that your voice can touch.

Your words are like the steady hands of a surgeon, operating—opening old wounds or closing new ones with precision.

Your words are unbiased, unable to detect any and all human nuances; their only desire is to be heard, echoing in the silence, leaving a mark on every heart they find.

Newton's law: An object in motion stays in motion.

#newton #perpetual #motion #surgeon #hands #word #voice #movement

Mark Toney Nov 2019

Sweaty Hands

1950s kindergarten
cute, dark-haired girl
in jumper dress,
bright-red tights,
walking towards me
smiling...

I run away with sweaty hands...

#freeverse #childhood #memories #sweaty #hands #1950s #girl #tights #smiling #kindergarten

Natalie Nov 2019

Giving Hands

Cautious and steady, yet dangerous
With only the touch of her hands.
Laboring, never pretty.
Always gentle.
Calloused from the weight of
Her home,
Her sacrifice.
Her hands, always giving.

Lather, rinse, repeat:
Each time an opportunity to start again.
The soft curve
Cutting through my pain.
Strong and firm, yet merciful.
Comforting, never automatic.
My body’s lullaby.
Her hands, always giving.

#hands

Mito Nov 2019

Glass

as delicate as
she was,
as curious
she became.
“How easy
will you break
by my hands?”
she thought.

it’s 2am and i’m still writing ✍️

#hands #love #curious #broken #delicate #thoughts #easy

Noah Oct 2019

Hand

The one time someone held my hand
I had lost my glasses and
she took mine in hers
and
she led me down the stairs to find them

so i lost my glasses at the summer camp i went to and a pair were found in the office downstairs and because i couldn't see anything a girl helped me get downstairs

#glasses #hands #holding #stairs #held

Poetic T Oct 2019

Breath You Inward

You were my suffocation,
   but I didn't mind

                    your fingers over

my mouth.

I  still licked your fingers
              through my teeth.

asphyxiation delusions,
                               but I tasted you,
              which was taster than breath.

I'll suffocate for you, even though i cant inhale.

exhaling is temporary,
                    but I'll always breath you inward.

#suffocation #breath #hands #inward #aspyixiation