Architecture Poems - Poems about Architecture

Montreal is my favourite city ~ a mix of old and new. I love its architecture which graces it with style and unique character. It's got more than its share of cathedrals, pubs and restaurants. It boasts a vibrant mingling of local and exotic culture. Well known to be the hub of exquisite cuisine and fine dining. Montreal gathers artists...

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Sunlight finds a gap between two bickering stones— moss builds a cathedral....

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There's no need to contort yourself into the architecture of a man to be sovereign, You don't have to reverberate his thunder to be heard by those who ignore your whisper, Power is not a costume to be worn in his rhythm, with his callouses and conquests, Let them measure strength through imitation, you, you were born to...

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The day the hour, The meat the shower, Show no oscillating octopus to an octagonal obelisk and eat a Greek tortilla upside down in a second. It is wiser to tread lightly in a miller’s abode. Round and round the turrets go those turtles so mind your footing for shells can be slippery really. When shopping for an...

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I've done bad, I'm full of guilt. I deserve punishment to the hilt. You've every reason - sure, you've got 'em. So, whack me soundly on my bottom, but please, oh please, don't give me a lecture on Renaissance architecture....

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Light shining through stained glass windows Rainbows tearing light from worldly shadows From the windows of aeons With Valentinus and Seth as icons Banners of the sayings of Christ From the bright Gospel of Thomas unpriced A sun cross tearing day from night In the centre of the church bathed in light Above there is a...

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I was an active, prominent architect, like fervent stars which race the sun, Or exotic, summer flowers that bloom vibrantly, creating rapturous visions. I'd wrought modernist skyscrapers, as huge trees lean into a bronze glaze, On raspberry, latter days, quite lovely, when azure blue jays sing in praise. I had designed homes and buildings, to the plumb delight...

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. Off Womb Earthed HumanS In Worship Of Nature For Love of Nature A shelter to be safe From Fury of Nature Place to Explore Called Own Home Nature ...

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1. When in Rome a) Tour Vatican City b) Be awestruck by the Colosseum c) Marvel at the Trevi Fountain d) Study the architecture 2. When in Dubai a) Learn Arabic b) Wear sandals c) Go skiing d) Feel the call to prayers 3. When in London a) Eat a proper breakfast b) Have scones and clotted cream c) Catch a performance at Regent’s Park d) Mind the gap 4. When in Edinburgh a) Eat a proper lunch b) Drive the Whisky Trail c) Take a...

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We Look Up At The Family Of Tracery Architecture Tracery architecture began seeing the light From the Gothic Age on it gained its birthright Its beauty spread left and right, day and night In the stoneware dividing the glass with all its might It took shape in the rising windows to a viewer's delight The molds and shapes symmetrical and...

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He was a designer from an early age He knew this when he turned a catalog’s page His parents were proud; his ideas were all the rage He grew up to design buildings, some will never age He has a knack for seeing things in a new way His designs are incredible which is why we’re here today To honor this...

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Outside you just see the marquis, it’s ancient lights all glittery, amidst a city past it’s prime, hallmark of a more genteel time. This was a movie palace once, now mostly stage, theatric fun, larger than Broadway’s hallowed grounds, though it’s the only stage around. Old New York has dozens of plays, here just one means a special day, the touring shows, when they come...

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Five chimney pots standing proud on victorian tiles and darkened shroud of stone, it stands alone. Bleak and raven tarnish grown in age and time, its beauty faded, stout yet jaded. Resolute, it does remain a formidable and gloomy garnished stain on an urban nest of semi chain. How neglected you have been when once a queen! Standing in your...

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Up the mountain The forest hides a fountain Escape the summer madness, In cool shade Ice cold water Glides through my fingers Senses awake A gushing melody Under Ottoman shapes There's light on the surface Even oppressors Leave relics to impress us This oasis of calmness sedates...

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INVISIBLE MASS hey architect, You've been given a vacant terrain, somewhere crowd of green grasses a meeting place...

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