Brick Poems - Poems about Brick

They shaped the mold before I arrived, A perfect cast where all compiled. I was meant to be poured, settle and fit, But I hardened too soon and fractured it. I stretched too far and pulled to wide, Shattered their mold and stood defied. They wait, watch and trace my lines tracking my stance, weighing my fall. counting the cracks that don't exist...

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My house is a living organism, with wooden veins and brick hearts that breathe stories, The cracks in the walls are lifelines, maps of hidden worlds, The white ceiling is my inner sky, where clouds of thoughts float in silence, The white paint is a canvas where memories dance in unseen colors, The dust in the corner is the...

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Brick Wall Have you ever talked to a brick wall? Someone’s always headed for the fall. They never listen to advice. They argue with the old all the time. They're always in denial standing in quicksand. Never open minded but sad. Always going in circles. Arrogant and not humble. The young vs the old. There...

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I was worried they’d paint the house brown Or red or green or blue. I couldn’t even imagine They’d turn it into something new Now they’re ripping up the floorboards Like your absence tore my heart. It’s as though every nail they place Tears us further apart. 300 miles plus an extra six feet, 3.5 hours turned into four. But we never make...

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Brick Dust Brick dust tastes better than salt. ...

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Following the yellow brick road is the only A way for me to go I will take it slow to watch the show I don't know if this road has a lot of curves And just getting there is my only concern Deep down I feel very nervous Because I don't know What is my purpose This is God's road And the road only...

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Big yellow buses, on days when it rains, Olympus for chips, then waiting for trains, Long summer evenings, with walks in the park, Town Hall, tall chimneys, a Jack Russell’s bark, Open front doors, red brick, cobblestone, Nice to be back, always glad to be home....

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(A call for the lights to dim as a single spotlight illuminates the legend Judy Garland, who is center stage. She wears a faded housecoat as her beautiful, brandy brown eyes hold a lifetime of stories. She speaks directly to the audience, her voice a low smoky a whisper) Judy: Good evening, my dear darlings; where...

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I’m a brick and oh so lonely, sitting here a hundred years. Dry as dirt…oh if only I could shed a single tear. Here’s my story, forty stories, up way high above the ground. To the left and to the right, looking up or looking down, all the bricks are just like me, an ocean of monotony. Yes, we share, but we don’t talk about the...

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If I were to take a sledgehammer Grip it tender but tight So its iron skull may send A scathing speech to your sternum Would bricks take flight, Or are you truly that dense?...

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I'm a brick and oh so lonely, sitting here a hundred years. Dry as dirt...oh if only I could shed a single tear. Here's my story, forty stories, up way high above the ground. To the left and to the right, looking up and looking down, all the bricks are just like me, an ocean of monotony. Yes, we share, but we don't talk about the...

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Higher and higher, brick by brick. Snapped together makes them stick. Green on the bottom then blue, then red. Add one more block, take it down instead. Maybe a white one, or maybe a black. Who knows how high I can make them stack? When I am done, I will let you know. So, just let me play with my Lego. ...

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Press release from the LEGO FOUNDATION: The LEGO Foundation assist children with autism to build confidence by sponsoring centers to show children how to increase self esteem by exercising their creativity with LEGO. Children have proved to have real boosts in confidence and discover new strengths. It’s a miracle how quickly our children grow in...

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for your information I am not a little toy brick man with U shaped hands and interchangeable heads but the world I live in is...

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Time becomes a trap a clock we neglect And we get fooled over and over and over Seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours Hours into days into a daze who cares Pain has so many masks a deceptive heart No mercy given even when asked until Love intercedes with grace and mercy Time waits for no one not a...

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