Architects Poems - Poems about Architects

They sowed chaos to claim their peace. A few wars to realize their dreams. They sell chains wrapped in freedom’s guise, Spitting laws applied only to the weak. They paint bombs in the colors of morality, Parade mirages with a legal varnish. The Empire speaks in slogans, numbers, rules, While the poor fade in silent conformity. They rise as prophets of a well-oiled...

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Stories, the invisible architecture of our becoming. Woven threads of whispered lore, of shouted headlines, of lullabies hummed in the dark. They enter us like breath, unseen, yet vital, settling in the marrow of our beliefs, coloring the lens through which we perceive. The hero's journey etched onto our aspirations, the villain's shadow lurking in our fears. Love stories that define our longings, tales of betrayal that...

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Under the sky of revolutions, the architects of absolutes rose, cloaked in the pride of dogmas, their words bleeding on the edge of new chains, shouting freedom while forging other shining shackles, and the air smelled of paradox, each faction a sharp blade cutting its own throat, all in the name of continuous progress, but how many empires must suffocate...

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In the ethereal realm, where Themis holds sway, A cosmic ballet of justice, a metaphorical play. Yet, in our earthly sphere, reflections intertwine, Empower women—the catalysts of progress divine. Like Themis, with scales, a celestial display, Let women’s worth twirl within the sunlit ray. Respect and recognition, whispered dreams unfold, A symphony of progress, a story yet untold. As Themis adorns the sacred...

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Looking at My Hands By - Roger White Pallid skin, once luminescent, now brown and stained like husks. Gaunt fingers, once straight, now gnarled and twisted like twigs. I lament where my hands have been is not where they are now. Yet, slowly through the epiphany of memory, I see all they have done. These trustworthy hands have guided me through...

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Stunned I stare from a rocky shore As eagle architects swoop and soar. Avian aerobats stretch my mind. Carving arcs in cerulean air Building an aerial cathedral Framing clear high walls across the sky With headlong three-sixties upside down Form gothic spandrels toward the ground Flickering feathers turned them around Racing sunward as a fleur de lis In a uniting swirl upward bound, Forming a pole...

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Human knowledge is an edifice built by two architects: Trial and Error! © Demetrios Trifiatis 18 December 2021...

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LEARNING FROM WORD ARCHITECTS What a timely wave of a brilliant idea here, coming from the beautiful brain of Line Gauthier, proposing the first ever PoetrySoup convention, a real time annual event of good intention. The creative poets, some accomplished, some amateur, we won’t see them in their silent and enigmatic Avatar. Many of them we’ll be delighted to meet live instead, in...

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Voltaire just Kant angle cut it Beauvoir broad side view abut the narrow Rousseau gender Thoreau thought causeway As Sarte Marx the entrance unlit — Avicena chapiters atop da Vinci pillars, Stuart Mill sturdily sit Arendt spiral steps turn Spinoza down to the Alighieri depths Socrates ambience got a Dewey dungeon decimal Fodio gradient affectation Awolowo still wanna Sodipo cubit cut it, but some...

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Musee d’Orsay grasps the hands of time. The clock crowns; its gears move around. Gallery-goers lookout and grin from Paris-Orleans to Montmartre; the clock crowns; its gears move around. Each eye’s drawn from inside scenes to the site of Sacré-Cœur without then back again to the Degas. Gallery goer’s lookout and grin locked on the Place de la Concorde, as the hand...

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Illusions are the answer. You are the embodied image. Are you justifying such creation? Life is a back and forth pinball of hiding and seek. We hide when we deceive and we seek when we need. Rules applied with the forgotten truth that you subconsciously are not even going to follow yourself. We are all...

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Copyright © 2008 #03 4/12/2008 // (Edited: 1/22/2013/lp (a historical glimpse of humanity's rise) *This poetic epic begins with the greatest sin against humanity *This poem is dedicated to all serving and protecting the ¨Basic Rights of Mankind¨ Once, mankind was forgiven from sin but continue to embrace it like a trend After the Flood many nations strolled some didn´t want true history told All mankind has...

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“Oh Prisoner,” Warned the architect, “I mean no disrespect. But you can’t climb out of jail; These walls aren’t built to scale.”...

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Your words -- Are the soft mortar Between bricks and stones Inside these mending walls Your words -- Are stiff but fragile Frames, building language and art Words fill these empty spaces in our hearts Thus, words are the architects of time...

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