Carve Poems - Poems about Carve

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MASTER ARTIST What an artist uses to shape and smooth his sculpture Is what God will use to mold and carve our character The artist takes his time to design or pattern perfectly So in the end a splendid replica we see Man can never be his shining best unless His Master's hands guide him to complete success And since our...

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If I knew how to carve a scrimshaw I would carve the world’s prettiest scene I would carve out a catfish jumping out of a lake After I carved a frog sitting on a lily pad I would carve one on a dinosaur’s bone And the other on a whale’s tooth If he would let me...

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I sat on the vine way up high What a beautiful day I sigh Soon came Farmer’s wife With a carving knife Now I’m a spicy pumpkin pie...

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There once was a pumpkin named Jack Who left home and never looked back He faced a great harm Once leaving the farm Now fights off the Carver’s attack...

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They sat one across from the other Neither could move closer nor further She winked at Jack And he winked back Their unrequited love asunder...

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I sat serenely on the vine The sun on my rind sublime Came the farmer’s wife with a carving knife I’ll nevermore feel the sun shine...

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When any fruit, I see, I reminisce mom chop it, and I as a child, Carved in glee. Project at school, With New themes to choose, I did wield, My tool. Reward, For skill I yield, Scored. When any fruit, I see, With new themes to choose, I did wield, Scored. 8/6/2020...

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Free the spirit from the stone and the wood. With chisel and mallet carve whatever it tells you....

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I hear the alarm and I think what? Not already! I have been up and down all night. My usual pattern, I am used to it in many ways, because nighttime is my quiet, creative, thinking time. I started fully enjoying the middle of the night when my children were small, because it was the only time I...

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i could use some wood right now to whittle and carve a rugged, slow carve one i know well one you taught me a couple springs ago we were carving away at lust at seduction which led to love we both thought of stopping and stared at the mess we made of each other you looked bad said i carved into something no one else ever found but i looked...

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The ground is hard, the day is long; The earth unyielding, the spade no prong: The laborer sweats, His brow heaves a sigh; The Heavens shimmer, Dressed in parched skies. Dreams are raw, open blisters; His back near breaks as he twists her. ...

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A graveyard stands upon the hill; its tombstones smoothed beneath the tide of nature's forces beating hard; I pass and hear the buried cry. "Reverse the trend, relentless grown, that would erase our names for aye; for who grants thought to silent stones and corpses claimed in nameless graves? We yet would speak, if you inquire, if you draw near with ear and heart...

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The darkness has passed and the morning has come The birds sing hello to the day But you lay there'til you and the pain become one Willing all but your sorrow away . What happened the girl full of wonder and awe Who dared steal your thunder away Who took all the dreams and the visions you saw And coloured them empty and...

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Shortening my breath everyday Ease, don't carve me into stone I'm not quiet ready These insecurities in me, I swear there killing me So please don't judge me Just give me a minute Time to reflect On the things I've done All I regret Please don't set me into this mould yet I see this eternity as a catastrophe A never ending cycle of hurt Constantly seeking...

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