With These Hands

by Ten Feet Tall   Aug 1, 2004


With these hands I can play.
I can make beautiful music,
On a flute, a piccolo, or a piano.
I am a musician,
With these hands.

With these hands I can write.
I can write anything my mind can dream,
A poem, a novel, or a song.
I am a writer,
With these hands.

With these hands I can express myself.
I can put down what I feel,
On a canvas, with charcoal, or even with crayons.
I am an artist,
With these hands.

With these hands I can be me.
I can do anything I can dream of doing.
Decide where my life can go,
Figure out what I can be,
With these hands.

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  • 19 years ago

    by My Obsεssion

    Inspiring. Might I add that you seem to do a fine job w/your hands....k that sounded kinda wierd. But still, good poem.

  • 19 years ago

    by TAinted vįŕťues

    Shorty i love this one.awesome!!!!!!!

  • 19 years ago

    by SarZz

    Came back again....i mean...read it again....its superbz!

  • 19 years ago

    by Jacki

    Awesome! I loved it!

  • 19 years ago

    by Sean Allen

    The repitition was great, and helped establish a solid rhythm. The idea behind the poem was pretty good, not necessarily an original idea, but written from a specific point of view, which made this poem very "you", so to speak. I definitely liked the ending stanza.

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