Blacksmiths Poems - Poems about Blacksmiths

...Life, in its cruelest joke, gives us only enough time to discover ourselves, we toil through the years of uncertainty, forging identities like soul blacksmiths, sharpening our talents, enduring bet......

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... July 22, 2011 A sea of flowers and candles grew outside the Cathedral - in total 15 tons Solidarity, an unbreakable bond of care, democracy Terrorist attack, 77 peop......

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... Written: November 06, 2023 ___________________________________________ A swarm of herring gulls amassed Nexus Nautilus nabbed by zealous winds, whitening the black soil we ho......

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...Remember you were told To always remain bold While walking the Path of Gold; To not let self be down rolled But the Yellowish Thing hold… Gold mere blacksmiths would remold And by simple jewele......

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...This is midnight, all slept indeed, The factory bells do chime, Ding-dong dong, thrice the sounds arise From yonder darkling clime. No one is there, two faint lamps glare, Who rang the rus......

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...I stood in awe and watched him work unyielding metal, forged in fire, now bending, moulding to his will somehow, unending, the blows raining down, the hammer's kiss drowning birdsong and t......

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...Today April 06,2020 in my city In the time of return home from my office In GEC circle I am advised by a duty police to stay safe from nCoV-19 'To wear face mask and wash hands' I was laughing at......

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...A terrible tragedy occurs, We do not move to handle it, Yet we wallow in our own self pity, And allow ourselves to enter the maze The labyrinth has a centre that stuns and confuses Why enter the......

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...(1.) Honoring John Keats , fifth poet in my dedication series Oft From A Distant Echo, It Is Heard At the start comes just a solitary word oft from a distant echo, it is heard. Imagination ......

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...In the hills of seven huts, Where war is either a place or surname, And dreams are translated into numbers, And a number became a gambler's sad song, I found God breathing through the pine trees.......

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...https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/fortress-on-high Fortress on high, stands fortified Tower of the valley and countryside Bow and arrow, sovereign sword Comfort chamber, homely lord Ma......

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...Peace be still, strike thy pose Epitome of eloquence, footsteps of the queen Pearls of wisdom, solemn portrait Position thy hat, attend to thy shirt, that of satin, that of lace Family ties, ador......

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...Winston Churchill- the Tailor chose material, designed fashion Franklin D Roosevelt- the Weaver later wove success with Marshall magic Joseph Stalin- the Color Master painted the Curtain wit......

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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 my leg and hand The green crop......

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...Inglenook She, the face in the embers, The remnants of a raging fire, Smoulders like a cigarette Between lips of lustful desire. Where men stoke in gay abandon, Pokers hot as blacksmith......

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