Best Sculpture Poems

She is in her bed,
lights filtering through crown glass,
shadows and curved lines
playing with her nudity,
an old erotic sculpture.

Shadows and curved lines-
they know how to play...

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She is young and free, and most of her love lies in front of her
As the dawning twilight holds one breathless air under misted whispers...

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An Ode to Femininity and Romance -

The background music of this delicate poetic arrangement is intended to be played softly as you sit back and...

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My Beloved,
   Can you read me between the lines and verses,
   Can you feel my tender scarlet heart throbbing,
  ...

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Gentle light flows through the pines,
Inviting the oaks, the laurels, to sigh,
Echoing soft breath, smoke rising –
Mist in the sky, a moment of silence
Breaks the...

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white frost streaks her hair
smooth ice-sculpture skin of youth
     stroked by cracks
         ...

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Earth element of wind, elusive to exploring eyes,
a gaseous, gusty ghost, she gyrates- gallops gallantly.
She bashes, bends, and bobs the branches of each bush and...

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My breath becomes visible when I exhale
into the chill of the still, winter air
but, I do not mind the cold.
I hear nothing, but the solemn...

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Being Your Eyes for Swell 2007
Swell: Currumbin Sculpture Festival
 
For Fred
Picture us arm in arm, strolling,
the crunch of sand underfoot,
the scent of sea air, the...

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An alchemical raven's gray rhapsody awakens those cynical roses who
Breathe-in the ebony beams of blood-bathed sun, exhaling
Cacophonies that ricochet across these truthful horizons where, 
Depressive...

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The Guennol Lioness is the most expensive sculpture ever sold at auction.

If she were of another constitution, 
which was better suited to our social responsibilities...

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You are so much more than your hips or your thighs.
More than the stares and the glares, or some young man’s lies
BUT YOU HAVE TO...

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India, my motherland best as any mother
To me, at par with best world over

India's invention of Zero and Decimal 
Critical to scientific calculation, invention

Rich ancient...

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Summer Storm
 
The wind blows  – quick, hard, fast – the hot stillness is broken
Corn stalks weave wildly as the wind marches through it...

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HEROES

Near somber guards, units of children heap 
dead leaves, naive to any else fallen.
Friend, you chuckle, but your posture speaks
of duty on this day of...

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