Loving Hands

Loving Hands

A Poem by Mr. Lopez

Loving hands hold the crumbling remains
Blurred are these images once so clear
What will you store in the empty rooms
That once echoed beatings of my heart
 
Faded from the pages are our tales
Warm your cold blood by the fire
 Burn the lyrics of our song
And dance to the rhythm of denial
 
Oh how we built and burnt the bridge
Aberrated love spell that was fed to me
Cradle me in those same loving hands
Kissing me goodbye in a dream
 
Faded from the pages are our tales
Warm your cold blood by the fire
 Burn the lyrics of our song
And dance to the rhythm of denial
 
Which one of you are you today
Is it the one i used to know
Brick by brick you stack them on
But i could never climb that high
 
Never did i ever change the plan
Watch me drown and wave goodbye
From your penitence you can't hide
In your loving hands our love died

© 2009 Mr. Lopez


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Standing "O". Sometimes it is pieces like this that help bring the defintion of poetry back into reality. I am very guilty of writing poetry that can be describe as a story or journal entry, etc. Every now and then I write a poem. You my friend have a POEM! This is the first piece I've read and I will say that I will read more but help me by sending me more read requests please. I enjoyed this piece this was very inspiring.

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what can i say that hasnt been said
great work, very lyrical and emotional

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh tearjerker! What a sad and loving poem hun, one of your best in my opinion. As always the flow is impeccibe but the subject matter is...well...emotional.

In your loving hands our love died

Wow hun, I felt your pain here, very well written!


Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Standing "O". Sometimes it is pieces like this that help bring the defintion of poetry back into reality. I am very guilty of writing poetry that can be describe as a story or journal entry, etc. Every now and then I write a poem. You my friend have a POEM! This is the first piece I've read and I will say that I will read more but help me by sending me more read requests please. I enjoyed this piece this was very inspiring.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Which one of you are you today

i like that line. funny how people seem to change after a while.. or maybe we just start to see them as they really are. Great ending really ties it all together, solid.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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BRAVO MR LOPEZ! BRAVO! one of your personal best, although i like all your poems, and you always keep em short (something i need to work on) lol. it could almost be written into a song, the way you repeat certain stanzas.

Never did i ever change the planWatch me drown and wave goodbyeFrom your penitence you can't hideIn your loving hands our love died

what a great way to end the poem, "in your loving h ands our love died..." you are the best here at ending poems with catchy conlusions, that sum up the whole poem. Not everyone can do that, sometimes I have trouble, but you do it well.

thanks for sharing.

Kena

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Wonderful !

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A nice piece. Please, easy read. I'm not sure about the refrain of the entire quatrain 3 times, but the quatrain form works well for this blank verse piece.

typos: "cradled", "aberrated", and "rhythm"

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Mr. Lopez
Mr. Lopez

Chandler, AZ



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I was born in Texas October of 1966. Raised in California where i fell in love with music and art. I came from a large , poor family where the most valuable thing we ownwed was our love for each other.. more..

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