Best Carpenter Poems
Surrounded by various profession
Business, medicine, soldiership and education
It's heaven-sent and planned for Him to labour
To work manually with strength and effort
True hardships; entails a great man of honor
He picked up woods and tools to craft
From small drawers and tables to houses that will last
An impression of humility and expression of equality
Though He is reverence; a Saviour from heaven
Joseph was the adoptive father
Where His skill of carpentry originated
He worked night and day; perspired with pain
He asked of no demand and with no complain
The name is Jesus born in Betlehem
The only begotten son of our Father in heaven
He could have worked in another occupation
But chose to make a living from down-below
Carpenters make
Carpenters create
They take the common and make it something to consider
Equipped with right materials they bind things altogether
The reason-being, for us to know He's a builder
Don't you know that we're under construction?
Whenever our hearts broken and the world is all we know
When we pray and call, Jesus is at work
To fix us and forgive; improving mind and soul
No work is greater if hardwork is shared
Truly, Jesus had proven that a carpenter's noble
To help us build our dreams and make the world stronger
"In Him, all things hold together"'.
Categories:
carpenter, career, christian, creation, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
Grandpa was a carpenter
With his saw and hammer and plane,
He built houses and a church and furniture
So many knew his craftsman name, and then
And then he had to slow down,
No Social Security or pension had he,
But not one to ever give up,
He built flats for flowers from seed.
Lowly little pansies caught his love,
He planted his own flats ‘til faces would show,
With the peaches from his backyard trees;
This carpenter man sold all he would need.
His hands were rough, his eyes held a twinkle;
His hugs were so tight, my dress had a wrinkle;
I’ll always remember my Scotchman grandpa;
He gave me my dear mother, after all.
Categories:
carpenter, mothers day,
Form:
Rhyme
cluck! cluck!! cluck!!
He hammers a nail into the hardwood,
wiping sweat from his brow as the scorching sun prides itself in the middle of the sky.
He examines a curve on the casket he is making,
he is dissatisfied, he grabs a chisel and begins to chisel away carefully.
As every splinter of wood falls to the ground he nods his head in satisfaction,
he stops to wipe more sweat from his brow
he mutters something to himself,
looks up to the sky angrily and curses the heavens for the heat.
But isn't it man who brought the sun closer?
well, that is what the govt official who came to our village told us,
"global warming" he called it.
I wonder why he labours so hard to make this ugly reminder of death look perfect,
the dead do not care about aesthetics,
I do not think they care so much what happens to their bodies here bury it, burn it, they get a new one either way.
Categories:
carpenter, anger, art, beautiful, death,
Form:
Free verse
??Wisdom of Solomon 13:11 KJVAAE??
[11] Now a carpenter that felleth timber, after he hath sawn down a tree meet for the purpose, and taken off all the bark skilfully round about, and hath wrought it handsomely, and made a vessel thereof fit for the service of man's life;
??Ecclesiasticus 38:27 KJVAAE??
[27] So every carpenter and workmaster, that laboreth night and day: and they that cut and grave seals, and are diligent to make great variety, and give themselves to counterfeit imagery, and watch to finish a work:
??Isaiah 41:7 KJVAAE??
[7] So the carpenter encouraged the goldsmith, and he that smootheth with the hammer him that smote the anvil, saying, It is ready for the soldering: and he fastened it with nails, that it should not be moved.
??Isaiah 44:13 KJVAAE??
[13] The carpenter stretcheth out his rule; he marketh it out with a line; he fitteth it with planes, and he marketh it out with the compass, and maketh it after the figure of a man, according to the beauty of a man; that it may remain in the house.
??Matthew 13:55 KJVAAE??
[55] Is not this the carpenter's son? is not his mother called Mary? and his brethren, James, and Joses, and Simon, and Judas?
??Colossians 2:14-15 KJVAAE??
[14] blotting out the handwriting of ordinances that was against us, which was contrary to us, and took it out of the way, nailing it to his cross; [15] and having spoiled principalities and powers, he made a show of them openly, triumphing over them in it.
Categories:
carpenter, faith,
Form:
Free verse
I have spent much of my entire life it seems somehow
Cluttering shadows walls with window box residue inside these rooms....
Considering now the hands of times potter and I, but its clay ~
While gently closing these doors, lowering the windows and, drawing the shades
Another moment amid a lifes journey; traveling far beyond chances place
Once more; consolations road winding unto the summit of hopes extended range....
This sphere above serendipities perceptions; reflections penetrating bright ~
Reasons subduing dust, to be placed in a canister of understandings
Soils of purpose and promise gathered within, stain covered palms?!
A tilling and mixture it shall be unto these, renovations dreams....
Such, jewels of visions sprinkled upon the petals and
Brushed about the partitions dividing calls; gentle pastels ~
Clarities lines, passing through this corridore inside
Cluttering walls of a shadows reprise....
Reminding myself yet again as I close the doors and, lower the blinds
My eyes; gliding atop the balustrade unto the newly carpeted landing
Slowly amid silent serenity gazing humbly across, times restoring treasures ~
Once condemned but never lost within; revelations resurrecting hands of
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The Master Carpenter
Categories:
carpenter, faith, hope, introspection, love
Form:
Having spent much of my entire life it seems somehow cluttering a shadows
Walls with window box residue: inside these rooms considering now the hands of
time's
Potter and I but this clay while closing gently these doors; lowering her windows
drawing light's
Shades another moment amid a life's journey while traveling far beyond, chances
place ?
Once more consolation's road winding unto it's summit in hope's, extended range;
this sphere
Above serendipity's perceptions reflections penetrating, of beautiful bright,
reasons....
Subduing dust to be placed in a canister be understanding's soils what purpose:
promises
Gathering about, stain covered palms ? Tilling this mixture of me shall we see these, renovatives
Dreams such jewels their visions sprinkled atop petals as brushed aside, the
partition's dividing calls
Meek pastel clarities gentle lines; passing through another corridor inside; cluttered
walls a shadow's reprise
Reminding myself yet again as we close time's door lowering diablo's blinds ? These
eyes gliding past
Her balustrade unto Beauty's newly carpeted landing renovation's you and me:
silent serenity gazing humbly
Slowly aross a reasons treasures; thought condemned but never, within: Love's
revelations His resurrecting, hands.
Categories:
carpenter, baby, baptism, father, love,
Form:
The Galilean sun smiled down
upon the dusty little town
and lingered o'er one humble spot,
a peasant's home and modest shop.
Long shafts of light fell 'cross the door
to lay bright carpets on the floor
where children played in perfect peace
about the shop. Their joy increased
each time they caught a glimpse of Him,
the carpenter who worked within.
His face was gentle, eyes were kind;
and as He worked, He did not mind
their ceaseless chatter, endless play
nor did He find them in His way.
Their laughter rippled round the room;
they scattered sawdust with a broom.
the wood chips falling at His feet
became for them a fishing fleet
or beds and chairs for little dolls,
a manger or a cattle stall.
Surrounded by the commonplace;
and yet, uncommon was the grace
with which He faced each daily task
as if all Heaven lay in His grasp.
A carpenter He was by trade;
the wood responded, unafraid.
beneath His hands each piece was formed
into an object to perform
some deed of usefulness or skill,
the needs of men to fitly fill.
Precise He was in all His craft
from oxen yoke to shepherd's staff
to couches for a nobleman;
he was a careful artisan.
Each part was polished, sanded, ground;
no painful splinters could be found
to pierce the flesh of those who bought
the items fashioned in His ship.
There wood was sacrificed for man
beneath its own Creator's hands.
Does it seem strange that He would die,
suspended between earth and sky,
upon two rugged beams of wood,
this carpenter whose work was good?
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 1987
Categories:
carpenter, christian, easter, jesus, religious,
Form:
Narrative
THE CARPENTER
The carpenter was studying a piece of wood,
Thinking about designing something nice and good.
But a vision entered then into His mind
About a day He’d take some wood down roads that wind.
He chose a nail from off the shelf and lift His hand
As the details of what He’d make began to plan.
But then He thought about another nail He’d see
When He would lay upon the cross of Calvary.
You see, those long, long years He labored there
In that small shop His foster father helped to care
Were years that He kept looking on ahead
To one large cross where He’d be left alone and dead.
And when He stretched His arms at end of weary days,
The shadow of a cross He formed in evening’s rays.
The patterns that He drew with plain and simple lines
Were just reminders of the plan of God Divine.
For this young carpenter who labored hard and long
Had left a home in heaven filled with angel throngs
To bear the sins of all mankind upon the tree
That those who trust might by His stripes be free.
This carpenter was not an ordinary man;
He was the Son of God in flesh and had a plan.
He shed His blood upon the cross of Calvary
And rose again to live on high in victory.
Some day this one called Jesus Christ will come and say,
“It’s time to resurrect mankind for judgment day.”
He’ll not be coming, lengths of wood to nail and saw,
But coming to create a world without a flaw.
So while you’re busy on your job whate’er it be,
Remember that this carpenter some day you’ll see.
Can you say you are ready for this coming king
And that you’ve been found faithful here in everything?
Or will you stand in shame when He will read your fate:
Eternity in hell because it’s now too late.
You shunned His grace and tried to go some other way,
And now you’ve come to final end of life’s short day.
You have the chance while there’s still time to make your choice,
So come to Him by faith today and lift your voice.
Just simple faith in what He said and did for you--
There’s nothing hard and tedious you have to do.
And when you do, you’ll find your life has meaning new
Because you let the carpenter live there in you.
Categories:
carpenter, jesus,
Form:
Rhyme
There was a king who invited Artists to sketch the exact hand of Jesus so he can hung it in His palace
One of them depicted a Jesus with an Animal looking hand
Another depicted that He had the Square or the working hand
One of the Artists depicted that Jesus had a skillful hand
Another established that the Savior had the Philosophical hand
The final Artist sketched a Jesus with a Plane hand
The king wasn’t thrill by all the art works, so he never signed it. Why?
Because none of the sketched hands reflected the crucifixion of Jesus.
Hand’s which once held nails and wood
Now being held by nails and wood
Battered and tattered hands
The hands of a village Carpenter
He nailed splinters and carved timbers
He gripped lumbers with his bare-fisted fingers
In an age without gloves and hand creams
In an age without sunscreen lotions
A Village Carpenter hands, God’s chosen Son
Hands that labored under the harsh eastern sun
Hands that raised houses and erected buildings
Hands that fashioned furniture and repaired kids’ toys
Hands that broke bread and fed multitudes
Is now being broken to feed multitudes
These were the hands that fed the poor
These were the hands that healed the sick
These were the hands that made the sea and the fish
These were the hands that took bread and dipped it in a dish
And gave it to Judas as a gesture of deep love and affection
Here was the bread of life Himself, the Son of the living God
These were the hands that framed the stars and the skies
These were the hands that opened the blind man’s eyes
These were the hands that loosed the cold hand of death
These were the hands that disarmed powers of darkness
These were the hands that washed the disciple’s feet
These were the hands that cleansed lepers in the street
Oh gentle hands! Never slapping another back
Oh lovely hands! Never touching too roughly
These hands that bore scars that no lotion could heal
These are the hands of Jesus, so powerful and so real
These are the hands that convey love, so lovely
Oh! What a powerful hands! Oh what a lovely hands
Categories:
carpenter, art, bible, destiny, easter,
Form:
Quatrain
I am Joseph the Carpenter, husband of Mary,
I am the Carpenter, we were the chosen of many,
Angel Gabriel visited the Virgin Mary, Mother
Of Jesus, I was accepted as His legal Father,
We became parents sadly, our Saviour to bury.
Categories:
carpenter, jesus,
Form:
Limerick
Jesus is the Master carpenter
He builds me from inside
He hammers me when needed
So I will open up my eyes
He saws a little here and there
As He loves and shows He cares
He’s building something wonderful
As He constructs and as He tears
The beauty only He does know
As He’s the Master at His skill
Only time will tell and show
As I give my heart and will
Categories:
carpenter, faith, happiness, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Didactic
Someone once said,
"If opportunity doesn't knock,
build a door."
~ Milton Berle
__________________________________
It Knocked, So I Built A Door
Building doors, and other construction,
That I performed
Was the most incredible opportunity
That I couldn't ignore.
I'm at a retired state now,
From being a carpenter stake
But it was such a great adventure
I had to take.
The building, like "Jesus did,
When God became Man."
Great profession it was in like kind,
That one could achieve in his mind.
If its indeed in your heart,
A passion that you possess.
You'll succeed there it's guaranteed,
A success!
Opportunity knocked again for me,
But in a place, I never thought I would be
In a field of study, different from before
In the literary world of creative writing,
Sometimes about doors.
So, here I sit, writing as I do,
The grandest of opportunities
That now displays to you.
A muse, if you wish, to me,
A product of options success.
Edited: May 22, 2023, 9:35 A.M. (EST)
Categories:
carpenter, adventure, career, confidence, devotion,
Form:
Rhyme
Categories:
carpenter, community, fun,
Form:
Light Verse
The Carpenter Bee
By Franklin Price
6/2/2015
The Carpenter Bee
Bores blithely and busily
Wood dust discovered
Categories:
carpenter, imagery, nature,
Form:
Haiku
I
once
was just
a carpenter
and all I built was
step ladders, or stairs.
I was on my way to the top.
Categories:
carpenter, funny, life, on work
Form:
Concrete