Best Carve Poems

The darkness has passed and the morning has come
The birds sing hello to the day
But you lay there'til you and the pain become one
Willing all but your sorrow away
.
What happened the girl full of wonder and awe
Who dared steal your thunder away
Who took all the dreams and the visions you saw
And coloured them empty and...

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A graveyard stands upon the hill;
its tombstones smoothed beneath the tide
of nature's forces beating hard;
I pass and hear the buried cry.
"Reverse the trend, relentless grown,
that would erase our names for aye;
for who grants thought to silent stones
and corpses claimed in nameless graves?
We yet would speak, if you inquire,
if you draw near with ear and heart...

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Shortening my breath everyday
Ease, don't carve me into stone
I'm not quiet ready
These insecurities in me, 
I swear there killing me
So please don't judge me
Just give me a minute
Time to reflect
On the things I've done
All I regret
Please don't set me into this mould yet

I see this eternity as a catastrophe
A never ending cycle of hurt
Constantly seeking...

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I sat on the vine way up high
What a beautiful day I sigh	
	Soon came Farmer’s wife
	With a carving knife
Now I’m a spicy pumpkin pie...

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There once was a pumpkin named Jack
Who left home and never looked back
	He faced a great harm
	Once leaving the farm
Now fights off the Carver’s attack...

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If I knew how to carve a scrimshaw
I would carve the world’s prettiest scene
I would carve out a catfish jumping out of a lake
After I carved a frog sitting on a lily pad
I would carve one on a dinosaur’s bone
And the other on a whale’s tooth
If he would let me...

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I sat serenely on the vine
The sun on my rind sublime
	Came the farmer’s wife 
	with a carving knife
I’ll nevermore feel the sun shine...

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She was a little toddler,
Rotund with baby flesh,
All over,
Eyes shining in anticipation and excitement,
She was the one I had,
Her mother had died in child birth years ago,
My little one was reared in my manly care,
Though it was at best bare,
Leaving me sad,
All that I saw since was red,
And felt less good than bad,
I often lay...

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MASTER ARTIST
What an artist uses to shape and smooth his sculpture
Is what God will use to mold and carve our character
The artist takes his time to design or pattern perfectly
So in the end a splendid replica we see

Man can never be his shining best unless 
His Master's hands guide him to complete success
And since our...

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The ground is hard, the day is long;
The earth unyielding, the spade no prong:
    The laborer sweats,
    His brow heaves a sigh;
    The Heavens shimmer,
    Dressed in parched skies.

Dreams are raw, open blisters;
His back near breaks as he twists her.
   ...

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Stiff wings
Of the sooty tern
Carve the edge of this corral sea
Then, you free fall but never touching land
Glide, tumble and soar above the white sand
Still, your wings carved the sea...

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i could use 
some wood
right now to
whittle and 
carve

a rugged, slow 
carve
one i know well
one you taught me
a couple springs ago

we were carving away 
at lust 
at seduction
which led 
to love

we both thought
of stopping
and stared at the 
mess we made 
of each other

you looked bad
said i carved into
something no one 
else ever 
found

but i looked...

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I hear the alarm and I think what? Not already! I have been up and down all night.
My usual pattern, I am used to it in many ways, because nighttime is my quiet, creative, thinking time.
I started fully enjoying the middle of the night when my children were small,
because it was the only time I...

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Shall I carve images for blind men glee
Come not to this table then
Unless hunger rages in you
And in coming bring some light
From moon or star
For this memory is from lightning made
But is not new, not new at all
I reassembled words
And spring resemblles fall
For I too search for the universal
But not in the unity of theories...

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They sat one across from the other
Neither could move closer nor further
	She winked at Jack
	And he winked back
Their unrequited love asunder...

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