Buildings Poems

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We hold hands and leap tall buildings 
By Michelle Morris 
09/03/2025

I don't want to lose you
But I can't see another way 
You have to be free and true to you
It's not

The Old Aqueduct

It juts out by the river road,
traffic passes it each morn,
what’s left of the old aqueduct,
something stately, yet still forlorn.
The rock, with no mortar, was set
so fine it would make Incas proud,
precise enough to still hold up
today, and centuries from now.
There’s a display with a picture
of how it looked in days of old,
twenty arches spanned

Buildings

The buildings
It was the lost 
It was the people 
who didn't know where to go 
It was for people who didn't know who to grieve
how to love 
how to be 
Just live 
The path 

Sightseeing

He took me sightseeing
Hand in hand
Smiling bright 
Eyes for each other
To the city of his dreams
Navigating the twists and turns of the streets 
Awed by the sights and sounds
The majestic buildings 
Their architectural splendour 
Where history whispers 
And echoes through its corridors 
We stopped by a quaint cafe
Enriched by the experience of it all

BUILDINGS IN the SNOW

Buildings blue
pink, yellow, orange
and white in
a row, and it is
snowing.

At midnight
they seem to hover
in the dark,
and snow glows
in the sky
and on the ground.

No telling
if they are all alone.
Perhaps,
they are facing
neighbors.

The blue building,
teal and curtain-less,
abandoned,
and yet freshly painted.

The pink house
is decorated
with pretty lights
in swag fashion.

An orange church
is between
the pastel yellow
and large white home.

Its windows are stained
in

Updating James Shirley

'Scepter and Crown
must tumble down.'
wrote a poet of a long past day. 
For want of renewal,
must so many a school
not tumble but crumble away.

Kinda Wonky

Wonky is nature's norm!
Our obsession with straightness,
conceived in arrogant innocent bliss,
kowtows to a belief
that adroit straightness
following straight lines,
somehow makes things stronger, smarter,
more eye-pleasing and ever better in the long run.
But entropy knows better than the 'know-alls',
that everything transforms and decays
to maximum disorder in time.
For order and straightness
requires the input of energy
and effort that entropy lusts
to

Rain - Toronto

drenched roses shiver
dark silhouettes buildings far
sliver of moon shines

The City

Concrete looming into the sky,
Cars and people rushing by.

This is the town man has built,
Causing mother nature to take a tilt.

You don't see here sunny rays,
Everything appears through an exhaust fume haze.

In these towns, violence and crime are rife,
Is this what man wanted to make of life.

If he goes on detroying nature to make his

Buildings and Mind

Buildings and Mind

      Houses, mansions and big castles
      Statues, monuments, and holy temples
      All are built with cemeht and sand
      Mixed and erupted on solid land
      Once  shattered, 

Old Buildings

A sunny Sunday afternoon 
The daffodils are sprouting 
You and I walk hand in hand
Antiquing and just browsing 
We're looking for a wooden tray
Not sure just how we'll use it
But like my bluebird's tender love
I'd never want to lose it

Buildings and Mind

Buildings and Mind

Houses, mansions and big castles
Statues, monuments, and holy temples
All are built with cement and sand 
Mixed and erupted on solid land
Once if shattered, could  be rebuilt
without changing the original requisite

Thoughts and memories of many kind
Made along with time,  in  human mind
Kindness, affection,love and trust
Will blend with heart and soul upfront

Old, But Still Lovely

 "Old buildings inspire my poetic soul,
and touch my heart forever."

                                       Quote by _Constance


Love the old heritage

Here To Honor One of His Buildings

He was a designer from an early age
He knew this when he turned a catalog’s page
His parents were proud; his ideas were all the rage
He grew up to design buildings, some will never age

He has a knack for seeing things in a new way
His designs are incredible which is why we’re here today
To honor this

False Gods and Pillows Sleeping

Titanium white floats on the snow OWLS path
Large black eyes focused front and down to hunt
Rodents worship birds of prey but fear being eaten
There is more to life than living in the trees

Over the river and to the left a cathedral ends
Inside there once dwelt a tabernacle bright
Now once upon a time and than again

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