Best Potters Poems

In the beginning it was dust
being tossed around in the wind with no direction
wandering for a home that could not be found alone
laid out on...

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The Potter’s House

“1The word which came to Jeremiah from the LORD saying,  2"Arise and go down to the potter's house, and there I will...

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Like an intricate mosaic with just one missing tile.
You know something is wrong and has been for a while.
Surreptitiously working its way into your mind.
Not...

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The clay goes round and round, on the Potters wheel
With gentle touches, and pressures he creates what he feels
One is a bowl for eating soup,...

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have you ever heard the devil whisper in your ear?
the acrimonious voice instilling guilt and fear

a satanic chauvinist who cherry picks your thoughts 
as you...

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A.W. Nutter

Trespassing through my domain
Your excursion has become a habit
Sampling your fruit I must abstain
My lustful cravings I try to inhibit

Gliding across the forest floor
Your...

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I pick up little treasures of poetic swirls
like heavy cream on a sundae, here at poetry soup.

Rich meaty soup, a bean mix from around the...

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First day on the job, to deliver the mail,I got the nightshift. Ah! Come on! 
I drew the job, to drive to the next town,...

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The green village, the colored city, the ever familiar locality
Each path, tree, house, turn, each native I have left behind
But creepers, hedges have entangled with...

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Civilizations, ancient; 
are rife with stories, 
which they preserve 
throughout time.
Tales of the potter 
and his clay.

The creator’s clay,
is quite ancient.
The potter,
uses it to build...

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A single pebble,
dropped into calm waters,
I watched the ripples grow.

The sound could only be a treble,
it's still heard across many waters,
by sailors, even as they...

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The Potter and the Blacksmith..

I can hear the distant muted sounds,
Sounds that are clouded in mystery and memory,
Hammer steel, scree,
Clank,
Clank,
Clank, metal on metal
Brazen and hard...

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*Image of Dr. Harold Shipman by Film Daily.

Dr. Harold Shipman: Judge & Executioner: REVISED

The D.A. hoped
a tenth suffice
although they moped
much more be nice
but after all
who'll...

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Sunrise does he who formed the eye not see past the dawn 
rising from the place of it's setting weakness of will 
turning the potters...

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Nicotine death
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