Gazing at my hands

The years of labor tells on them

Working on this, working on that

They have paid the price


Hands that have done both good and bad

Hands that have done things they shouldn't have


Hands that have played& hands that have prayed

Hands that have fought hard and now are frayed


But now a blessing has come into these hands

A splendid treasure that is oh, so grand


For the love of a woman has been placed in them

In these hands a love like this has never been


A lovely thing of beauty and magnificent grace

In this man's hands your love feels out of place


For how could these hands wrought with life's steel

Have opened your heart and to again love feel


How could such hands give you a loving touch

Together with it's mind is in love with you so much


How could hands like this make love to you

When it's work& toil that they are used to


But the hands of this man are asking for a chance

To light up your eyes and make your heart dance


The hands of this man are begging for a chance

To love you so much that your mind is entranced


The hands of this man pleads for the chance

To give you respect, honor, and yes, even romance


   But most importantly......


Will this man have the chance in his life

To hold your hand in his, as man and wife?


For these are...


The Hands of A Man

Tony   Tony wrote
on 7/11/2008 7:27:12 AM
I haved worked on a farm all my life. I can really feel the hard work put into this poem as well as the hard work preformed in this poem. I know it can be tough on the hands and it is them that must pay.

Warriorprincess55   Warriorprincess55 wrote
on 6/19/2008 12:33:56 AM
Yeah Babbby!!! I really like this poem Star! You really do write so passionately! Your words ooze onto the paper like liquid gold thus making any closed hearts unfold, with quiet words that are so bold, my brotha, you always get your story told! And you do such a beautiful job of it! Love is such a beautiful thing between two people who are truly in love with one another and who are going in the same direction. It took me years to find this out! :)

Moqui_Takoda   Moqui_Takoda wrote
on 6/13/2008 10:27:39 AM
potent theme here ... I saw a picture of a huge, muscle bound man, late thirtyish, no shirt, black and green tatoos covering his back and sides, with a shaved tattooed head and a wicked looking goatee, sitting next to his tool box and behind him were pieces of metal, welding tools and even rougher looking dudes .. it was a hot, hot day in the roughest part of the Brooklyn, and in his right hand, barely visible behind a huge tricep as he curled his arm up slightly to provide shade ... to a sleeping, smiling, pure white kitten ... was a red flower. your poem brought this to mind. thou rockest, dude!

StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 6/12/2008 11:11:58 PM
I thank you all for your praises. I am truly honored. I am just trying to express my thoughts as best as possible. And Wundrmom, I feel for you in that one of the most romantic and pleasing moments in a life you never experienced. (The asking of your hand in marriage). I do wish you and all the best of life and love.

MarjeanTherese   MarjeanTherese wrote
on 6/12/2008 11:14:10 AM
Wow....yes, the hands....a good, unique place to start. Everyone's hands reveals something about them.....Beautiful!!

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This is a poem I wrote for all the men out there that work with their hands. I am talking about the auto mechanics, construction workers, carpenters, janitors, plumbers, etc, etc. Those of us that work hard with our hands have the scars to prove it. Yet our hands still have a "soft" side that we want our loved one to know about. This is my attempt to tell about that soft side