Bricks Poems - Poems about Bricks

Ding dong, bing bong… When it comes to this leadership… moron, Looney Tune, lunatic, dumber than a sack of bricks, umm… yep, sounds about right....

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Toto could pull off some really neat tricks He could do more than bark at green chicks With the lift of a leg After slurping a keg He could make miles of yellow road bricks ...

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Written: June 08, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I carefully molded the clay Created from the depths of my soul A structure that would allow me to shield From the fear of unloving gazes. Oh, what a vast structure...

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Is your house built out of certainty are the walls made thin or stout Is your mind filled up with questions do you live in fear or doubt Is your spirit free or servile is your will unchained or slave Is your heart the trowel you build with and love — the bricks you lay (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017) ...

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I beheld them on the hottest summer of May, Are they bonded labours who lived in shanties?, Yes,they were the pitiless kiln proprietor's prey , ...

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Brick by brick, I built this home, each piece with purpose, in which it owns. It was the hardest task I ever did face, As I made sure everything was in its right place. Yet, suddenly, my house collapsed, tumbling to the ground. My heart started drumming, I felt every pound. Confused by the aftermath, and all the destruction in sight, what...

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Let me hear that applause though I've done little to warrant it Time is a poor curative for what's fundamentally broken Brain's full pal, sorry, you've gotta go home Even though I'm the one who paid for you to come here Brick by brick, this wall began rising TikTok ticks, it shouldn't have been surprising That assuming victory from lazily enjoying...

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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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When people love to criticize Please do not stay there long Quit that spot by being wise Or else you may prove wrong When your efforts are not lauded Instead when they are attacked Then, only agonies get added Happiness can never be tracked When only criticisms badly flow And terrific opposition is there To smartly exit, you must know Or else you will suffer, dear...

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Laying brick by brick, with stickum in between. A stone on top of another: dream quest and scene, erected diligently, with a blueprint at the ready. Each dot and line progression is sure and steady. Despite storms, hurdles, and limited funding With slow but steady aims, slanted rashly cunning, with optimism, sharing in God's dream design. Adversity shapes us to strive rather...

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Jan 9 2023 poem Heavy My body Is bricks My breath Shallow I sink Deeper Too Heavy For My legs To hold Me Thoughts Like a Weighted blanket Trapped and Tingling Too Heavy Helplessly Sinking -Amanda carden...

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Yeah, you're not Europe but there's enchantment in your bricks so poetically stacked into sundry shops, bustling bars and sidewalk cafes even your courthouse and church approach the grandeur of those across the pond A nomad I roam for months sometimes years but always come back to haunt your streets and stairways I don't have a Caledonia I don't love you or hold you when I'm gone but I feel...

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are eagle things it was noticed that she didn't take a fall... the wings in her back were really God's call " I was walking in a very green field when I saw a bald eagle who presented a shield... the lines were fine and behind them revealed a blanket of stars and a riddle of sorts... it started my heart so without delay I seized the day and found a...

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The road sweepers Giggled happily While collecting and carrying rubbish With a one wheel cart The construction workers Sweated heavily While collecting and carrying bricks With a one wheel cart As children We played secretly With the one wheel cart Carrying inside a little girl as a bride And the cart rolled and rolled Until it disappeared from our eyes Together with our...

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The truth about children, They’re tiny sparks that glow in the dark, They're embers that warm the space, They're treasures on an abandoned island, They're vessels of a worthy cause, They add colours to a gloomy day, Their silly acts cast a shadow on a bright day, Reassembling my childhood, Fixing the lost pieces, Straightening the contoured lines, Bringing back childhood memories, Admonishing, instructing and teaching, Letting...

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