Hands have the ability to tell much about a person Race, age, gender And many other things if you really pay attention You can tell how hard someone works Or how physically demanding their occupation is By the cracked calluses and creases that appear If they take extra care in their appearance By taking the time to paint their nails perfectly Their relationship status, or lack thereof By a glimmering ring atop their fourth finger on their left hand With just the very prints of their fingers You could even determine their identity So many things can be learned from something so simple and overlooked As the simple pair of hands we all possess
THIS IS THE WRITER OF THIS POEM. I HAD TO SUBMIT A POEM FOR A CLASS SO I SUBMITTED THIS ONE THAT I WROTE IN TWO SECONDS FOR AN ASSIGNMENT AND I WANT TO DELETE IT BUT I CANT SO PLEASE DON’T JUDGE ME FOR IT.
With frugal memory you wanted to tame the radical spine, while fright was bending the thighs. Was it a travesty of the graduated thumb? The speed of the river had accelerated in aching land. People gathered to collect the alms
With hands outstretched And headed my way Sad eyes looked at me As if to say Please can you spare a dime or two His feet are bare, not even a shoe! Sparing him some coins to Help fix broken
I have solely turned this creation into mess, becoming a cause for frustration and moments of distress, resulting from price tags and use of over-inked cheques, and also from partaking in acts of repeated carelessness, It’s safe to say that
“How glorious and how perfect Art the works the Lord hath done” For upon nothingness, He formed the earth When nothing that breathes upon the vast universe lived He made all things alive by His breath of life From the
It is neither end nor beginning, I am still suspended between punishments, primrose gives one answer, hollyhock another, I catch the moon in flight to west and enter a sand grain to probe the universe for the sexual selection of
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THIS IS THE WRITER OF THIS POEM.
I HAD TO SUBMIT A POEM FOR A CLASS SO I SUBMITTED THIS ONE THAT I WROTE IN TWO SECONDS FOR AN ASSIGNMENT AND I WANT TO DELETE IT BUT I CANT SO PLEASE DON’T JUDGE ME FOR IT.