Building Poems - Poems about Building

arrive in an empty hollow building (alone no purpose) arrive in a hollow empty building (alone no purpose) arrive in a purposeless hollow building (alone empty) empty in a lonely building without purpose empty mpty pty ty y ...

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The war refuses the head, below wasting in dead Rearing the front as storms fell the timbers rot Upheavals breast, shorn and filled in neglect Lay useless she had cried, allow dimple and deny Tis only folly we are joined from, seasons blurry Contemptuous fury, theatrical brevity, lifeless Burning misery, hasn’t all gone and come Just so fiddle and spun, as garnish...

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Building a Bridge ...

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Swirling, twirling Crisp and white, It’s a snowflake Kind of night… Crystals shimmer By moonlight, Building castles Till daylight… ...

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Said Trump to those gathered: I was only sent to help America's lost, sick, and poor - not them illegal aliens or pet-eating refugees, that's for sure. Let 'em all be deported - let 'em all be shown the door. We’re not gonna give an F about the world's lost, sick, and poor anymore. I was sent to make only...

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Sat in rows dressed for summer, we convene to talk about winter and death. There are four screens in the room. one in front left right ...

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Ancient building, columns define. Eden’s forever garden hidden. Indelibly juxtapositioned kaleidoscopic lake maintains numerous orchidaceae. Porticos’ quaint, reclused, sequestered. Tetrastylon unseen villa’s with xystus, Yogananda’s Zen....

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We cradle dreams, we build, we break, we heal, In labor, love, and loss, calloused hands reveal. Life lines drawn in the palm of my hand, Scars from touches too plain to understand. Hands that mend, yet leave their marks on the heart, Building and destroying with every part. The same hand that nurtures, can tear apart, Tactile power woven into each...

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Building There’s a building in Elmwood made of ado; antagonism and hostility; everything appearing accidently; and everything spoiled because of added in poor quality. ...

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Because wonder has morphed Building an edifice of beauty Is no longer magnificent The plan in going to Mars Communicating with others From around the globe in real time Are to believe all miraculous Because all technology has robbed humanity of imagination No more sense of creation of marvel With our own two hands Capitalism killed dreams Human lost trades Few artisans left to...

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They’re filming* in front of my building, Equipment all over the place. The crew members milling in bunches; Huge trailers invading the space. It’s cool to hear “Roll ‘em!” and “Action!” And know that one day on TV, The place where I live will be featured, With actors appearing, not me. It isn’t a common occurrence So nobody minds all the fuss. Tomorrow we neighborhood...

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Midnight of October thirty first I jumped out of bed to quench my thirst As I groped my way down the huge kitchen An eerie coldness crept on my skin and then... When I fumbled the light’s switch on the wall I was frozen to hear deep whispering calls Echoing laughter followed my repeated name I couldn’t move back, I felt completely...

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I filled a small trench that yielded fresh water. Built as a serpentine and with a sharp corner. A small waterfall sang a melodious sound, A lulled sleepiness induced when it hit the ground. On each side of the rill, fair, watery plants grew, A great choice of Algae. Ferns, a lobelia blue. Fitful arrowheads and water lilies adorn. Cardinals and others...

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An apartment building is a giant, Tall. Holding so many in its clutches. An apartment building is a means of protection. A means of shelter: Protecting from storms. An apartment building is a monster With thousands of eyes That gaze upon you as you pass by....

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One, two, what'll I do? Three, four, up from the floor. Five, six, stack them like bricks. Seven, eight, make sure they're straight! Nine, ten, will I go again? Eleven...oh my heavens!...

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