A Gentle Hand
I thought of this with scornful eyes
The taste of tender human strife
Left on my lips
When wise men are never we
Us that used the tears of the soul
Your curse
Individuality
Individual, true, with these wings
My falsehood revealed in you
Without a curse. I write
I look at you now
The pain I see
May I sit upon the pages with thee?
To comfort you
Mere love, Of a friend
You’re near sweet and fall
The breath of you
Unrhymed
I see the unforgivness
We all have done
Unkind
Selfish
Very tired, is your past
Existential excuse
They use on you
Sobbed in a mystic Shape
The devil they made you
A selfish and weak
Excuse used on you
My curse to dance is bitter
While the sinners cast stones at you
Your tears and fears
Both sound like rain
With unkind words
They speak your name
This writing
Explodes with ink has not forgot
The kind things you did
For all of us
But the dynamic, strong man in love's eternity
Offers forgiveness
And a gentle hand
To the one who thinks they are alone
Friendship never ends
Know you do not stand-alone
In Heaven we set thy soul
Steven Mels
Author notes
To a friend.
Written May 7th, 2006
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Wow. That was strangely scarey and beautiful. Kinda like death only not... that was supoed to be a complement but sorta came out wrong... yeah
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AWESOME JOB!!!!! ENJOYED IT!!!!!
Steven:
Very deep and thought provoking piece of poetry..... To know one must forgive and lend a helping hand to do so is very much a beautiful thing......
You have a beautiful heart, a true one at that....
take care God bless you always, Love MoM -
Excellent write, Steven
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well written poerty her this is so sweet for a friend just all around lovely poetry...
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this was a very well done piece and inspirational for your friend, thanks for sharing this, keep up the awesome poetry here..
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oh my, i suippose one must always remember his friendships when one is down, then he will resist teh urge to lose it. this wonderful. it's just written so wonderfully. i don't really know how to explain it all. just know, you've got talent, some extreme talent.
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The guards used to beat a friend of mine unmercifully, harrassing him psychologically, pissing on his Valentine's Day card, putting feces on his food, and the list goes on and on...he finally went insane. His IQ was genius, but the psychotropics were stronger than his good brain could endure. It's what this poem reminds me of.
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Thanks, but I didn't write it. xD
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this is very well expressed steven I like it alot and well I understand completely my the healing hand of forgiveness grace your soul
love and light
blaze
Edited on May 07, 10:11 p.m. because ''. -
Writing poems to yourself? Always good for the ego.
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And Yeah, nice write.
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