Best Building Poems

Ferreting around, in dumpsters of dreams
In the back alleys of my imagination
Through swill, liaisons, and cheap rendezvous
And words misspoke in conversations
Rummaging for one morsel, an old tattered remnant
In a disregarded or discarded memory
For that one piece of the puzzle, a maggot's repast
To feed a starving,...

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I filled a small trench that yielded fresh water.
Built as a serpentine and with a sharp corner.
A small waterfall sang a melodious sound,
A lulled sleepiness induced when it hit the ground.


On each side of the rill, fair, watery plants grew,
A great choice of Algae. Ferns,...

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That night, in a strange place
I was like a fly
Circling a street light
Reeling…Reeling!
I felt so alone
Fear wrenched my throat
Couldn’t predict
When I would be charred to death

I had heard,
In the cover of dark
Everyone was a robber
Or a masked assassin!

Without a roof over my head
I was like...

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Your entering an elevator
 in the skyscraping building of life.
As you step through the doors
 your uncertain of which floor is right.
So you press all the buttons
 hoping to rely on your sight.
Upon reaching the first floor
 look who steps in, it's your wife.

Reaching the...

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Building a bridge to your heart


I know... I wasn't there for you
I know... I disappointed you
but... I didn't want to
break your heart

I know...you relied on me
I was a little too carefree
but I didn't want to
break your heart

Chorus

So now I'm gonna build a bridge
Yeah, think I'm...

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I'm writing this poem in the last days of 2018. The government of the United States is shut down in a fight over the building of a border wall. I am reminded of another border wall that was erected during my lifetime.

In 1961, East Germany...

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Roughnecking in Texas was a bachelor's life
Social by nature, not looking for a wife
A chance encounter, at a stop sign was she
Eyes kissed, hearts danced, we knew instantly
Like harbinger daffodils foretelling of spring
Together, sharing dreams, our future was seen
We struggled at first, adjusting to change
Birth...

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Oh, Trust,

You are the blessed cornerstone of every
Relationship.

You are the durable rock of
Dependence.

You are the unshakable groundwork
Of reliance.

For that reason

Only upon your unyielding foundations we
Should build any edifice:
Of care
Of partnership
Of friendship, and
Of love,

So as

No earthquake of doubt,
No storm of distrust,
No thunderbolt of suspicion-

No matter how...

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Oh, Apollo,* son of Zeus,
How could, a simple man as I, your divine command- to know myself-
Will ever be able to realize
When
Fruitless, so far, any efforts of mine have turned out to be,
Even though- ashamed I am to confess- decades many have already passed,
Wandering on...

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DEAR LITTLE WEB-BUILDING SPIDER

God made you a great weaver.
You listen to God.  You are aware of His presence.
Even though you cannot see well, you build your
home with many fine threads.  You are creative.
You travel with God up canyons, through the meadow
grasses, up tree...

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home for me is in an
old building
that is quite drafty 
with floors crooked
but it has huge rooms
that one seldom gets these days
oh, all the windows stick
but have flower window boxes
and there are some strange creaks
and groans in the quiet of night
still, I love...

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Written: February 15, 2024
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I ultimately rule over these stunning valleys,
Elm trees with mossy brows line the alleys.
Where distant peaks arise, calm and azure,
Akin to the strong tripods used...

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Sat in rows dressed for summer, we convene to talk about winter and death. There are four screens in the room.
                        ...

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To sound the right musical note,
string of the guitar is made taut,
so likewise for our light to shine,
trials we face, make us self-taught.

Stuporous is mind, heart unkind,
insipid stance, clumsy our dance,
floundering about as though blind,
mindful eye alters circumstance.

Notice head and heart, stand apart,
misaligned from the...

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What is the point? Asked Mrs. Snooty.
The point is I could not make up my mind when we
were building, so I said put all three in.

We are not talking light switches.
We are talking light fixtures, and they are
gorgeous. I love them.

Not in the middle like...

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