Best Mortared Poems
Below are the all-time best Mortared poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of mortared poems written by PoetrySoup members
Stranger In My BedWho is this man laying beside me?
You’re not my lover and I’m not your enemy
Searching and hoping for a familiar touch
Wanting and needing it just...
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Categories:
mortared, husband, life, family, family,
Form:
Rhyme
The Wrecking BallShe stood forlorn behind the chain link fence
Her mortared bricks still clinging to the earth
A battle lost with every gasping breath
Against the war of time...
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Categories:
mortared, childhood, nostalgia, time,
Form:
Free verse
Rampart of StoneWithin the woods, stood a wall of stone
molded by hands from a distant time.
Though roughly hewn, it had endured.
What narratives could it tell of its...
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Categories:
mortared, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
Inklings of SpringWinter finally moves his lumpen sluggish weight,
Spring is like a shy dryad shivering in his arms
Wind's whippets droop to trifling whine
Sullen rain hisses to a...
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Categories:
mortared, spring,
Form:
Free verse
Dundurn CastleI hesitate for a moment outside the rod iron gates;
sensing behind those castle doors, a long past life awaits,
within those many mortared walls, rising high...
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Categories:
mortared, memory,
Form:
Quatrain
Country SchoolThe little brick school house
where Mama used to go,
sets quietly atop the hill
thru' summer heat and snow.
The bell on top is silent now,
the window shutters...
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Categories:
mortared, childhood, education, history, old,
Form:
Rhyme
The Providentiality of Farming In Giantvillism - Page 2The Providentiality of Farming in Giantvillism (Continued)
Jake: Make sure the crop is irrigated Giant.
Giant: That means make sure we provide water to each acre?
Jake: Yes.
Maddy:...
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Categories:
mortared, adventure, appreciation, art, best
Form:
Narrative
Cross Roads, Notes and Bridges
"Cross Roads, Notes and Bridges"
Silence
arrives
in the spaces
between
a conversation
missing in the
archives of love
music
drowns
the unnecessary
what point
words then,
swords planted
in the...
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Categories:
mortared, muse, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
In the Tiny Town of BethlehemReserving the right to break away unto a clear blue day; viewing
Certain labels upon the bottles and cans; time reeling in chains....
And they say that...
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Categories:
mortared, hope, life, love, blue,
Form:
I do not know?
Thus Ominous and Elliptical Be the Tone of ThisSpecies sundry sentential
Line the lost lowered loft
Whose weary wayward-ceiled
Roof raises itself over the lot:
The diverse specimen bottles of pharmaceutic potations,
Mortared and mixed as...
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Categories:
mortared, absence, age, america, angst,
Form:
I do not know?
Perfectly BreakableMother buried hacked-up carp beneath
pink rose mallow. She knew the filthy cats
would come. A balled-up dirty rag
and coffee tin of smelly kerosene...
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Categories:
mortared, childhood, daughter, life, mother,
Form:
Free verse
Inside the Lines 'Portland Coffee House'waiting in line.. in step...
in monotones.. at mid afternoon.
waiting for a cup of coffee
from a thin barista.
while outside it is raining..
outside the clouds...
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Categories:
mortared, allegory,
Form:
I do not know?
Code Bluemy mood swung like an uncontrollable pendulum.
most of my time was spent lashing out at everyone.
the weight of my achingly sad body felt like bricks...
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Categories:
mortared, depressiontime,
Form:
Free verse
Shadow DioramaEven the ghosts have faded now,
splashes of gray like shadows
in a child's diorama.
They slip in and out of mortared cracks
in my mind,
seeking a validation
I...
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Categories:
mortared, death, dream, grave, grief,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Potters WheelWheels of fire burn at the potters hands and feet.
Sweet passion of mortared clay;
fashioned on a potters wheel to be carried away.
Lamps holden in wheels...
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Categories:
mortared, analogy,
Form:
Verse