Brickwork Poems - Poems about Brickwork

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...I’ve spent a lifetime; looking down this same old road And; all the memories that, upon me it has bestowed I watched the children play and grow, as some stayed There were others; who left, marri......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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; ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

... 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......Read the rest...

...NEW LAIR Lestat walked down the street muttering to himself, eying the tide mark faintly etched on the brickwork of his once glorious house. Damn! Katrina really did her job well swamping ......Read the rest...

...SCENES OF A CARELESS BOYHOOD The sound of water,escaping dams willows,old rotten planks,slimy posts,brickwork,old timber props wet ditches,sedges and silvery nets towpaths without gates,horses......Read the rest...