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Poem - Hand in Hand

  • paper2crane
  • Nov 13, 2015
  • 3 min read

This empty hand, traveling across the universe

Wondering if he could meet another matching hand

Holding a pure heart inside him

Just like a white canvas without stains

Waiting for another hand to paint a beautiful meaning on it

On his way, he met another hand

And said, “finally, I’ve found you.”

The other hand held him momentarily

Painting some reds on the canvas

Before she ran out of paints

Before she abruptly detached her fingers with his

With a sweet voice, she said, “I’m sorry.”

With those two words, the reds were smudged

With stained heart, he travelled again

Travelling the path without certain directions

He met a different hand with a different charm

And said, “I’ve found the one.”

The other hand held him, longer than the first hand

Painting some blues and yellows on the canvas

Before she lost her brush

Before she held him and then let it go

With a sweet voice, she said, “I’m sorry.”

With the same two words, the blues and yellows dried

With stained heart, he travelled again

A tiring journey he went through

Until he couldn’t breathe and swayed his steps

Not caring what the other hands thought about him

Not realizing that another hand fixed her gaze at him

“Excuse me,” a soft voice entered his ears

He looked up, and saw the other hand

With two different words, she entered his world

“This needs to be fixed,” the soft voice murmured

She held her brush and started to paint the canvas again

Mixing the reds, the blues and the yellows

Creating new colors that overcame the dark shadow

The canvas has turned into a beautiful painting

With new, fresh colors like a spring

With the new hand, he initiated his heart

He held her firmly, intertwining their fingers

Walking hand in hand, they travelled the world once again

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The story of this poem is about a guy (the 'hand') who met two girls before he met his true love. The first time he met them, he thought that the two girls were his true loves, but then, they broke up before he searched for the truest person. At the end, he met his true love and married her.

I can't really remember what I was inspired by. The idea suddenly popped up into my mind. The closest inspiration was probably the title itself, the phrase 'Hand in Hand'. It sounds really sweet for me, and I thought, "hey, why don't I make a metaphor of hand in hand?"

As you may have noticed, I used the same format for the stanzas that talk about the girls he met. Also, I used the metaphor of the canvas as his heart, which connects the parts where the girls painted something on it. The painting was meant to be his memories with them.

I also used the word 'journey' to describe how his love life went. It's because when I made this poem, the only thing I could imagine inside my mind wasn't a sweet picture of a guy and a girl holding hands, but it was a hand (literally being cut from its arm) walking with stars as the background. It was creepy, lol. Because usually, we don't call the event of the first people going to the Moon as a 'story', I used the word 'journey'.

My favorite part was the second-to-last stanza.

“Excuse me,” a soft voice entered his ears

He looked up, and saw the other hand

With two different words, she entered his world

“This needs to be fixed,” the soft voice murmured

She held her brush and started to paint the canvas again

Mixing the reds, the blues and the yellows

Creating new colors that overcame the dark shadow

While i was making this poem, I just realized how I kept using the phrase 'the two words'. And then I realized, "hey! His true love used 'excuse me' instead of 'I'm sorry'! I should write that down!" I also like the bit where she actually didn't erase 'the canvas', instead, fixing it. I believe that's what a sincere love would do: it would try to change your bad experiences to be good ones that you won't mind remembering about.

This was actually the third poem I've made, and to be honest, my favorite one is this one. I wasn't really thinking about the rhymes in this one, instead, I was focusing to the formats of every stanzas.

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Please do not plagiarize/use my ideas in any other places without my permission and a proper credit.

Thank you! :3

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