#hands poems on Hello Poetry

LC Apr 2022

They reached behind my sternum,
wrapped their hands around my heart,
and attempted to strangle it.
I pried their aching hands away,
and I tore my bleeding heart in half.
One half shaped itself into bread,
and the other half fermented into wine.
My eyelids slowly came together
as I let the holy water wash over me.
My words consecrate the communion,
and I bless it for people to consume
so we remember that we're not alone.

Escapril Day 9! The prompt was "we're not alone," and I thought about communion, which is what Christians consume every week. It is considered the Body and Blood of Jesus Christ.
My family is Christian, and I am questioning the beliefs I have been raised with. Some life events and growth have led me to think differently, and I want to be skeptical in a healthy way. Faith has been on my mind due to these reasons. I also do not intend to mock Christianity; I was inspired by the religion to write this poem.
I believe writing and sharing helps us remember we're not alone. I truly hope my poems help in that way for everyone who reads them 💗

#escapril #escapril2022 #alone #heart #strangle #hands #wine #bread #water #bless

LC Apr 2022

when I opened my eyes.

my first step cracked the ground like phyllo pastry / alarms pierced through dense air that struggled to reach my lungs / massive acrid pills fell from the darkening sky / inching closer to me with every second / as if the world was demanding for me to swallow them / my body absorbed lightning faster than it could ever charge through the sky / my heart seized with every glance / so I kept my eyes downcast / settling on a strong smooth obsidian / that rested below the ground / tremors overtook my hands / and I leaped onto the stone.

This is the poem I wrote for the first day of Escapril (created by Savannah Brown). The prompt is "when I opened my eyes," and this is my interpretation. I hope you enjoy it, and my poem for the second day will be posted later today!

#escapril2022 #escapril #lungs #heart #hands #eyes #truth #body #stone #glance

Chrissy Delaney Mar 2022

One Night Stand

We climbed in the back
And I laid in your lap
While your hands ran gently through my hair

Oh I'll never re-feel
How your fingers had healed
And your absence has peeled it all back again

And again I fall
Outside a stranger's walls
Cause it's comfort and warmth at a distance

I wont break them down
Or keep them around
I prefer a more temporary assistance

Sometimes we get cold
With no sight of a flame
We get a little bold
To forget the next day

And again we default
To pouring asphalt
Leaving old streets below to decay

#cold #flame #hands #feel #absence #stranger

I S A A C Mar 2022

that night

loosely based on events that never took off
I refuse to let it die out, I can save some
of the memories, wash away the dirt on my name
play with the energies as if you were here all the same
as if I can hear you calling out my name, or whispering
my heart is whimpering looking for hot hands
to cradle my cranium and explore my wetlands
you were just my type of man, my perfect poison
I was just your type of victim, the perfect person
for you to disrespect, neglect, and gaslight
for you to pretend we were friends until that night
where you stripped me of more than my rainbow light

#gaylove #night #dirt #hands #whimpering #wetlands #poison #victim #memories

LC Feb 2022

following my heart.

they have my heart in a chokehold.
their rough hands mold it into shape
while I am in a deep, deep slumber.

my eyes are greeted by the sun.
the white-hot pain in my chest
knocks the wind out of me.

when silence is thick, I sculpt my heart
back into its lovely, imperfect shape,
and I let it lead the way forward.

I know it's been a while! I have been busy...and coping with writer's block. I'm glad to be back, and I started a new poetry IG. Feel free to follow me if you like! My handle is @musingsbyma

#heart #eyes #silence #lovely #guide #slumber #sun #wind #hands #sculpt

Murredith Feb 2022

craters || 12/06/'19

what do you do when you have placed your heart in the hands
of who you have come to know as your home for safekeeping,
but those hands that lead butterflies to your stomach when placed against yours,
have left fingerprints on your heart so deep
there are more craters than there is left of you,
to love

I wrote this while in the hospital back in 2019. I had forgotten about it until recently, and now have decided to post it.

#heart #hands #safekeeping #butterflies #fingerprints #craters #love

AE Jan 2022

HEX Code #301934

You stole my fears
crushed their petals
to make a paint
that you use
to wash over this blank canvas
that is me,
when I am too afraid
too pensive
you surrender
to my hopeless hands
holding them in your palms of sand
brushing the tears
from tomorrow
onto this blank canvas
that is me.

#purple #paint #fears #hands #comfort #canvas

I-sun Marami Dec 2021

Where is my consciousness?

𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 warm 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜,
The other day my 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 !

#romance #love #hands #consciousness

judas Nov 2021

Hands

Your hand
On my knee,
My hand
On your hand,
Your arms
Wrapped around me,
And mine
Around you.

catching feelings man

#hands #love #feelings #arms #hugs #holding #hand #crush

JKirin Oct 2021

My Hands

I sit here
in the dark
lost in thoughts,
torn apart.

There is blood
on my hands
of my foes,
of my friends.

As I look at each finger,
I let memories linger.

Only blood
know my hands –
of my foes,
of my friends.

I am death,
unworthy
of your love,
your mercy.

Yet, you kiss every finger.
Your kind warmth, your breath linger.

I’m still here
in the dark,
but in you
I see light.

about a soldier who is loved tenderly despite his past

#tenderness #soldier #love #queer #lgbtq #warmth #light #hope #hands #kiss