My hands are old
But still so bold
A grip thats strong
they've done wrong
They work in pain
But will never complain
Rough from work
They make you smirk
They can be so soft
And hold you aloft
They will dry a tear
And pull you near
Old hands are hard
And very scarred
They feel like stone
And broken every bone
They can hold you tight
Making each year right
These hands are bold
But not quite so old
A contest entry
- Hands .... by dutch2lips.
700 points, ended May 21, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Peer Pressure the Third! You Decide the Winner! PW by Zenda-Lokki.
1400 points, ended July 2, 70 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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This is great. I love the rhyme in this poem.
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I must agree your rhyme is awesome...well written to
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Peer Pressure :)
Nicely written; I love your rhyme and flow.
Thankyou so much for sharing, and best of luck in the contest
Maria
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a great take on the prompt, thank you for entering!
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