Brickwork Poems - Poems about Brickwork

... Harbinger of Spring A perfect beauty, lover of sunshine Casting her brilliance, a warm golden glow Pride of my patch Winter Jasmine sublime Drawing the eye with her fantastic sh......

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...the found map led me to an asymmetrical doorway, created by an artesian I wondered at the builder as I approached the boards were placed diagonally skillset many carpenters have not mastered I k......

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...To pick up a line and take it for a stroll. The essential is within, the mystics say, but equally important is the outside: a stunning summer sky, two wind-whipped clouds, in the intense green ba......

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...I Proudest of graves as get grey mass of moss, Where goats greedily browse young sprouts still green, The graves as get grey that had grandeur seen, Tallest of fames fade fainter with dull glo......

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...If I was a house I’d be detached Secure in my walls, untouched My roof angled against the rain My windows, tightly shut, secure My front garden neat, the back Garden uncut, scruffy, untidy My b......

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...the still life paints in water colour as moments dissect the day an autumn leave falls quietly in tangible peace of the quiet soul a tranquil hand brushes a humble canvass serene and at peace ......

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...It is a whodunnit This Is a mystery The question is Who killed me? Was it my brother My sister or my mother? Was it my dear father, Was I smothered by their love Or stabbed by their rules ......

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... I have spent a lifetime looking down this same old road With all the memories that it upon me, it has bestowed I've watched as children play, and grow as some stayed There were others who left......

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...I have nothing against bricks, Until you use them in place of concrete and asphalt, Then the cursing begins. What have councils and governments got against, Those with rubber tipped walking sti......

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...I, Lazarus*, have seen the brickwork sky, Its throne is made of night! Its salt and lime are drying to the eye, My wandering… a sound! a rumble, and a flash of light! HHHHHHH! How sweet first......

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...behold now everything on this earth; the fields with abundance of grain, palm-grove harvests rich and fruitful, the forests that separate kingdoms and the fires that scorch them; ......

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...Freight trains thunder through the empty station Hauling a load to a far off destination Unseen by many an eye, it speeds on it’s way Making a noisy and smoky proclamation Sounds resonating o......

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...My head rested on my arms atop the wooden ledge. A basement window I peered through covered with packed snow. My mind wandered to the fridge where a carton of milk Sat empty on the door insid......

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...travelling to my never was, my yearly time in the yard spring time back to cold Ohio gripped in nonsense and melancholy I travel to old town misted by the cuyahoga surprised yet not I find the......

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... All ye who enter here despairing statues of salted liberty, merging solidarity with Earth’s poor hunger to range free falling Victorian bricks and mal-bourne sticks to land here with n......

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