Best Marble Poems
House of Marble
Porcelain glass
Glance toward the mirror
At life, as it pass
Visions appear
Though shadows they'll fade
All, most all
Share a masquerade
Rivers of turquoise
Mountains of gold
Towering rainbows
What do they hold?
What was? What is?
What may someday be?
In these, could you find
Your destiny?
House of Marble
Crystalline glass
Glance toward the window
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At life, see it pass!?
On a slope graced with green
White marble stands in proud salute
For beneath these engraved pillars of memory
Lie the resting places of heroes
A solitary green fir looks down
As if sheltering the lost and the taken
So many names, from all walks of life
A father, brother a girlfriend or wife
On a sunny day, they glow radiant like their lives
On a dull day, they stand out against the greys
For the living, life goes on
Tomorrow is another day
I had a dream the other night
Dreamt of flyin' what a sight
Soared above our big blue marble
At what I saw I could only marvel
Inspired by a very peaceful scene
The oceans blue the forests green
If only man could soar so high
He'd view it all with a different eye
From way up there no sign of war
No sign of hunger of nations poor
Harmony reigns with joy supreme
Gliding over this tranquil scene
Call me a dreamer well maybe I am
The way to be I understand
What life's about and why we're here
Make friends and spread good cheer
Defining laws of right and wrong
Singing a chorus of freedom's song
Looking forward to a better day
We can only hope we can only pray
Sculptor’s marble slab -
The subject decides which chips
To leave on the floor
"The best artist has that thought alone
Which is contained within the marble shell;
The sculptor's hand can only break the spell
To free the figures slumbering in the stone."
Michelangelo
Jul 2013
Chennai
Proof that an indivisible portion of time exists,
Frozen in that time, unchanging,
Morphed into the metamorphic rock, forever,
Hacked, packed, moved,
masoned into walls of a ritualistic enclosure
I can drink on them for hours,
Look into their eyes,
Isolated, purified, distilled to 175° proof,
One expression, one thought, one pain,
...maybe that is why I can see them
Or maybe I just spend too much time in that room
I dreamed I dwelt in marble halls,
With servants and helps and slaves and all.
Silver cutlery, mahogany furniture and cedar floors,
I dreamed that man and beast both great and small
Knelt before me, swearing allegiance while a kissin’
My fingers so. That I would wake to the sound
Of harps and flutes and lyres too. That work
And pain were as alien to me as a red sun.
I dreamed that Ulysses’ flower grew on red
Tapestries hanging from the crystal roof.
That ariels and sprites and mermaids and hobbits
Attended to me and served me meals as a habit.
I drank from crystal ponds and swam in
Waters with all kinds of fish. Oh what pretty fins!
But then I saw him! Standing guard at
The gate. Paying me no mind like I were a dusty old hat!
What insolence. Why doesn’t he look at me?
Who does he think he is? Thinks he that he
And his lowly assignments mean more to the land
Than the princess of the marble halls and her hand
Littered with jewels from the treasures of Blackbeard himself?!
I could have him killed for no reason!
Could send him to Davy Jones’ locker any season!
Oh but I won’t. Oh but I can’t. My heart beats
At the sight of him; what shoulders ever graced man
Since Hercules, or chests like drums to beat!
A face like one of the statues of Perseus himself.
Oh that face, it graces my eyes daily and yet
I am powerless to do a thing. Oh Gibbet,
Even in my dreams you torment me still.
A tap and a shove, I think I dream still,
But here stands Gibbet in suit and tie;
At last it’s the aisle our nuptial knots to tie.
He stretches his awesome arms, and opens his lovely mouth
And says;
“I pay you not to sit and stare
Now pick your broom and this filth clear!”
I scramble and dash for my broom and cloth
Oh I did it again; sleeping on duty!
A leaf on a marble plate,
an angle hushing behind swollen grass
and resting still, in place
Welcomed to every party
her boyfriend is always late
Under great sky arches
black silken lace and angel face
so softly at everyone glances
Long lashes
flashes of truth
With a mind sharp as a marble
Words roll off my tongue as garble.
My clean shaved head is like a globe
Serpentine tattooed, lobe to lobe
With yellow, brown and strings of blue
Of understated pastel hues
Waxed smoother than a scratched eight-ball
Like a brain coral, all in all.
What is outside is not within
Sharp as a marble crown to chin.
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I had a dream the other night
Dreamt of flying, what a sight
Soared above our big blue marble
What I saw, I could only marvel
Inspired by the peaceful scene
The oceans blue, the forests green
If only man could soar so high
He'd view it all with a different eye
From way up there, no sign of war
No sign of hunger, of nations poor
Harmony reigns with joy supreme
Gliding o'er this tranquil scene
Call me a dreamer, maybe I am
Great way to be, I understand
What life's about and why we're here
Making friends, spreading cheer
Defining laws of right from wrong
Singing a chorus of freedom's song
Looking forward to a better day
We can only hope and only pray
I had a dream the other night
Dreamt of flying, what a sight
Soared above our big blue marble
What I saw, I could only marvel
I was walking a dark path
Among black trees
Time always running
Careless and mysterious
I was running, towards nowhere,
Without meaning, without will
I flew and fell again and again
Over a dark and invisible ravine
Then, I picked up a marble
A translucent colored glass
I gazed unwittingly through it
Unable to close my eye
A sensation, new and unknown
A different world
Went straight through the marble
Was it just confusion?
But suddenly black became white
Impossible became possible
A pale smile appeared.
A flame of hope was born.
Back when I was four or five,
unspeakable was my joy:
admiring rainbowed prisms
in my marble, my treasured toy.
Only in the grownups' world
was a crumpled dollar bill
more treasured than my marble
there glistening on the window sill.
Magnificent monuments have been erected for those of fame,
And o'er the graves of others will e'er glow an eternal flame.
But America's greatest rest 'neath a simple marble stone.
They laid down their lives for mankind's follies to atone.
The towering Washington Monument is very inspiring and grand,
Built to honor a founding father and first president of the land.
But standing as majestically across this grateful nation,
Are simple marble stones of those who served with dedication.
The memorial for Thomas Jefferson is very impressive indeed.
'Tis well deserved, since he helped create this nation's creed.
But simple marble stones bear the honored names for all eternity,
Of those gallant souls who gave their all defending liberty.
The Lincoln Memorial honors a man who with steadfast resolve,
Sought brotherhood that a reunited nation might evolve.
For this noble cause, valiant patriots sacrified their all.
They lie 'neath simple marble stones awaiting Gabriel's bugle call.
Neither on memorials nor in history books will their names appear.
They merely answered the call to defend all they held so dear.
They placed the nation's destiny above their very own.
Those brave men and women who lie 'neath a simple marble stone.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Sintered tiles of green wreathed marbles
bejewelled in steps that elevate to where you are entombed
incense wafts white and slate, demure and shy
my growing guilt is deflowered by your-her friend's- sly smirk
she scoffs along-was she forgotten, faded and gone when you left her cow carcass dead
she winced and sighed names that were you- breathing in your sights and smells
that had faded bad and blue, she had meant it with every cigar cad
she was whisky and powder for long till we had her
and they screwed and pinned her to her cross
her passion was her death as it guffawed along
your memory comes late..she is lying in state!
I pay ,bray,stay,hay,lay and walk the green wreathed marble back!
Lo, what stands before me is most certainly peculiar
This bombast wall of mystery crafted by an artificer unknown
Thus I shall pursue my inquiry by light that is lunar,
And cast away every unturned stone
As I draw near this pillar now,
A certain notion becomes quite clear
Its facade is of great beauty, this, I cannot disavow
For the marble is exquisite, ‘tis something to revere
Assuredly, this work serves for a greater purpose indeed
To arouse inspiration amongst mankind,
And to hasten the pace at which we succeed
As to not rush articulation, but to ensure all deeds are refined
The sun commences to rise and this pillar turns to waste
For what is valuable at night; in the day, is erased
imagine on your four walls
you have a digital picture frame
all set with the perfect timing
of a roller coaster ride
i know what i would do in myspace
vanishing101
Imagine a round treadmill
a rounded sort of platform
to stand on
and with the sensor hanging around your neck
the floor moves in the direction you face
the timing of the four movie screens coincide
with this picture perfect mindgame
i know what i would do in myspace
vanishing101
an innocent disaster
of a goose chase maze
when it rains it pours
and with the depth perception perfected
the four seasons rotating around you in your own living room
all for you to figure it out
a basement of your own virtual experience
that you will eventually owe me for
cause you know it started here
i know what i would do in myspace
vanishing101
The time machine begins
with your dance dance revolution floor mat
and it carries on with the sensors on the wall
that works your plastic guns
and allow the floor to move if you step toward the screen
always keeping you at bay
enjoy my suicide
day by day
knowing a homeless person
who should be a billionaire
i know what i would do with myspace
vanishing101