Best Architecture Poems

Are we not blind-registered children, 
tripping over our future tails? 
Sight unseen enabled 
for the will of night prevails. 

Within the cone of silence 
curve the angles formed obtuse, 
at odds and plainly hidden 
in the shade of the recluse. 

Feeling numb along the crumbled...

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The London Gherkin gives no inspiration
As for the Auditorio de Tenerife by Calatrava
I can think of no other explanation
Except perhaps they shared too many bottles of Cava

The National Grand Theatre built by Paul Andreu
Built in Beijing China; and it looks just like a dome ...

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Concrete plane foresight
Polyrhythmic totem stalk
Waterfalls upward...

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Masters of Architecture

The air heavy with scent of August blossom
A warm and still day indeed!
Sitting by the lakeside
Watching fishes dance in the water

A twittering in the trees
Then captivated my attention
Above was a party of beautiful birds
Singing in the orange tree

I remember a cool day in...

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Stripping away layers of confusion
Staring into the eyes of my lover
Stripping in the dark for my man
Needing him to hold me as we make love
As we embark on this journey
Searching for a life paved in gold
We run into the arms of the future
Trying to reconfigure...

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Leonardo's influences realism.
Paintings within the grandest
architecture demands the most 
perfect delicate realism.

Their essence swathed in luxurious
fabrics,rich in warm wood,woven in
the finest tapestries gleams
of the shiniest metals + jewels.

Sitters command respect with their
permanent presence.
All paintings are elaborately framed
exuding an air of reverence....

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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...

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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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"Do you wanna dance?" he said,
and she said, "No, I hate this song."
"What kind of music do you like?" she said,
and he said to himself, "Now it won't be long."

He moved a little closer,
in the chaos it was hard to hear,
but the nearer he came,...

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One times a cuckoo nest equals a wooden frame. When one cartwheeling dust moth seeks to alight the flame. Several severed heads are dangling in the wind. Whilst the wheels of an anarchy spread corrosive and cohesive powers to right wrongs and to place several...

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Notre Dame...Notre Dame...
your eight hundred years of wisdom’s gone;
eight hundred years of beauty strong;
architectural sage, Notre Dame.

Notre Dame your life has seen
so many broken centuries and
oh, the stories your stones could tell,
told by the ringing of your bells.

Will they rebuild you once again?
Will your façade...

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A solitary wren perches on a perfect arch
And warbles a pitiful tune 
A domed silhouette is cast against the moon
The faded cerulean crown

Pillar upon pillar, arch upon arch
Magnolia marbled magnificence resides amongst concrete 
But where history and metropolis meet
St Paul's stands tall

The Whispering Gallery conspires...

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The grand, half-ruined Parthenon,
once a sublime, Doric grace,
Even now, in broken, stone blocks,
always takes my breath away.
The rich, classical detail,
fluted columns without plinths,
to imagine what it once was,
the mind can’t even begin…

That towering Coliseum,
the great masterpiece of Rome,
even half gone it’s staggering,
to be so tall,...

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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...

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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...

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