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Array ( [sid] => 160254 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => These Hands [time] => 2010-05-30 16:32:12 [hometext] => [bodytext] =>
These hands
That once held all possibilities in their grasp
That held her love
Before it slipped forever more
From my feeble fingers.

These hands
That could have held an infant
And felt the resonance from its waling cry
And could have held on
And been worthwhile.

These hands
That once held her
And felt her in our loving need
But that now recoil
Despised and forever alone.

These hands
That hold my own destruction
That solicit my own weak need
That pander to sensualist institution
And hold on to what might remain.

These hands will strangle me
And feed me these pills
And will cut the veins that bind me
To this life
That can hold on no longer.



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These Hands

Contributed by Cliche on Sunday, 30th May 2010 @ 04:32:12 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove




These hands
That once held all possibilities in their grasp
That held her love
Before it slipped forever more
From my feeble fingers.

These hands
That could have held an infant
And felt the resonance from its waling cry
And could have held on
And been worthwhile.

These hands
That once held her
And felt her in our loving need
But that now recoil
Despised and forever alone.

These hands
That hold my own destruction
That solicit my own weak need
That pander to sensualist institution
And hold on to what might remain.

These hands will strangle me
And feed me these pills
And will cut the veins that bind me
To this life
That can hold on no longer.



Cliche, PLEASE: To help keep this site INTERACTIVE, please read and comment on at least 3 poems for each one you submit. This does not include posting comments on your own poems. Your comment on this poem has been removed. You have now posted seven poems without any comments on other members' poetry. Please try to at least bring your comment to poem ratio to 1:1. Thank you.



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Re: These Hands (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 30th May 2010 @ 05:50:57 PM AEST
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Oh me this is so sad but really good writing.
Blessings,
emy
Hang tuff.


Re: These Hands (User Rating: 1 )
by Grace_and_Glory on Sunday, 30th May 2010 @ 06:08:24 PM AEST
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I liked the picture you painted in this poem. I think its a beautiful piece.


Re: These Hands (User Rating: 1 )
by iodinelove on Sunday, 30th May 2010 @ 09:25:48 PM AEST
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Very Nice.

Oh, be careful about posting comments in your own poems. YPDC isn't really partial to that.

If you need to edit the poem, let the mods know in the forums.

I liked the poem. Keep it up.

Always, Abraham


Re: These Hands (User Rating: 1 )
by Ambivalence on Monday, 31st May 2010 @ 02:38:54 PM AEST
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heartbreaking yet written beautifully.
indeed, much power lies in our hands,
and u used that as a good imagery.
hope to read more...

take care

-K.Z.




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