hands - Popular Poems and stories from category

All
The trees held up their silent
As if they mattered
But on one main street of bars and lights,

Your hands--they are strangely fair
O Fair--for the jewels that sparkle there,--Fair--for the witchery of the
That ivory keys alone can tell;
But when their delicate touches

And all that is this day


The boy with cap slung over what had been a face

Nature, that washed her hands in milk,
And had forgot to dry them,
Instead of earth took snow and silk,
At love's request to try them,

Hands cling to hands and eyes lingeron eyes: thus begins the record of ourhearts
It is the moonlit night of March;the sweet smell of henna is in the air;my flute lies on the earth neglected and your garland of flowers isunfinished
This l...

I pronounce your nameon dark nights, when the stars come to drink on the moon and sleep in tufts of hidden fronds
And I feel myself hollow of passion and music
Crazy clock that sings dead ancient hours
I pronounce your name, in this...

Lord,
Thou art mine, and I am Thine, If mine I am: and Thine much more Then I or ought, or can be mine
Yet to be Thine, doth me restore; So that again I now am mine, And with advantage mine the more
Since this being mine, brings wit...

I wrung my hands under my dark veil


"Why are you pale, what makes you reckless

My hands clasped under a veil, dim and hazy…"Why are you so pale and upset
"That’s because I today made him
With the sour wine of regret
Can't forget

Peace in thy hands,
Peace in thine eyes,
Peace on thy brow;
Flower of a moment in the eternal hour,

Our hands have met, our lips have
Our souls - who knows when the wind
How light souls drift mid longings set,
If thou forget'st, can I

If hands could free you, heart,  Where would you fly
Far, beyond every
Of earth this running
Makes desolate