Carved Poems | Examples

Wood Carved Elf

A wood carved elf
placed on a shelf,
his bones began to tingle.
He said to himself,
I'll jump off the shelf
to work for old Kris Kringle.

Stele with names carved

Names carved on a stone 
A stele made for the dead 
Denoting the hunters or fighters
Chasing to kill innocent animals 
Or fighting the lives of  people 
For dying brutal or dying cruel 

I realize they are all in heaven now
Both the killed and the killers 
Each of them has to do a thing
In front of the altars of equality 
Whenever God feels  sleepy
To quarrel with one another 

A stele with their names carved
Reminding everyone to remember 
This fact would've been in a head

A Woman Who Carved Her Crown Trimeric

Led through a road paved with fire, 
they thought she would incinerate;
Flying with wings of titanium
ashes only raised her higher;

They thought she would incinerate,
instead a hand grenade was thrown;
Propelled with power into the air;

Flying with wings of titanium
nothing could bring her down;
So tough wrapped in a soft sound;

Ashes only raised her higher;
Chipped polish grace sharp talons
of a woman who carved her crown.

Newly Carved

NEWLY CARVED :

Once a dejected filthy vessel,
Jehovah's renewed me so well.
Forever will I dwell in his Bethel.
His divine hands keep me nestled,
So much I can't even tell.
Sins held me to die in a fierce tussle,
Even when I was young to wrestle.
Had no idea of freeing myself from this hurdle;
Iniquities and transgressions at high level.
In fact I'm a changed person. 

My flesh was satisfied by lust, 
And my life was passing out very fast.
Excluded from cattles grazing on Zion's grass,
I was found dwelling among wolves class.
The negativities were vast.
The smites of harsh fads;
Suicide thoughts seemed a must,
'cause the situation was such a gast.
Hope was erased from my heart,
Before the Holy Spirit rescued me at last.

I was really wretched and cuffed,
And my heart, mind and soul starved;
Drinking from the devil's cup,
My whole being's carnally puffed. 
My raggered self extremely fouled,
But now I'm beligned in the glory of His love.
Saved by the incorruptible blood of the Lamb;
Redeemed and empowered in heavenly arm,
By grace, I'm cleansed by Jehovah's palm.
Hallelujah, I'm newly carved! 
Praise GOD, He's all I have!

Carved In Bronze Aldravia

face
carved 
in
bronze
enigmatic
expression

Carved Into Pumpkin

carved into pumpkin,
crescents, teeth, black holes, a nose—
smoky, orange flame

9/25/2021

Carved In Stone

sinews reverberate with power of the strike,
as the chisel cuts into the rock on hillside,  
his face glistens in sweaty heat of summer light,
lost in the passion of his work no shade to hide!

with every hit the sound echoes around the site,
the rock crumbles to his wishes as he desires,
he works all day and rarely stops at cold of night,
some pass by in wonder while some stop to admire!

his heart will not rest till this hardened rock is carved,
until he creates in stone what he lost in flesh,
his mind is set, fabric of his being love starved,
no one has seen him eat, sleep or pause to refresh!

seasons go by as the figure slowly takes shape,
an exquisite beauty stands where once was cold stone,
serene face most delicate in finery draped,
an embodiment of love that his heart bemoans!

what can restore a love that is lost for ever?
his catharsis from her depthless pool of romance,
stands she alone, the result of his endeavour,
see how a flame of passion does a stone enhance!


2nd placement
Catharsis poetry contest
Written 4/12/2020
Silent One sponsored

12 syllables each abab cdcd rhyme sequence
5 quatrains 20 lines

Carved In Stone - Sonnet To Ishtar

Carved in stone (sonnet to Ishtar)

Hail beauty, still as death, in smooth stone hewn,
The Great Earth's Queen in regal posture stands,
Who in the underworld sings out her tune
Of justice, law and power o'er her lands.
The land of Kur, the realm of all the dead
Is her domain. With eagle wings and claws
And serpent hair entwined about her head,
Athene's owls are there to give just cause.  
She rules supreme, in nakedness and pride 
On lions' backs her feet grip with sharp hold, 
Four thousand years an image petrified
Her regal glare still dreadful to behold. 
 	Carved in stone, as Queen of night she reigns
	O'er gardens of the fertile crescent's plains.

									

 I was inspired to write this poem after visiting the 'I am Azurbanipal' exhibition in the British Museum. One of the exhibits, a stone relief of  the goddess Ishtar, the deity associated in Mesopotamian mythology with love, sex, death and war, displayed carving of startling clarity and beauty even though it was made around 4000 years ago in ancient Babylon.

The Hand Carved Ivory Angel

With a sacral dimple you can't miss  


             he looks like a hand carved ivory Angel  


as I draw him close and feather him a kiss    

 
he gurgles with laughter, "I'm your Angel"    



Original Poem: My Little Angel 
Posted on October 8, 2020 
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden for contest Rithimus Divisa 9

Hearts Carved On a Tree

The sun is out
  The sky is blue
Hearts carved on a tree
  Spell Me and You

We stroll by the water
  Forget our cares
Summer's here now
  To enjoy the fresh air

Smell the red peonies
  Gorgeous pods on a stem
Pick a few, don't deny
  The table its diadem

Scoop up some stones
  Choose one smooth and flat
Skip it across the lake
  and marvel at that...

As the sun works its way
  Into the last gentle wave
The day's etched in memories
  ~ For Eternity to save

Carved

Pulled the pig to pork, a cannibal delights
Carnage seals the man with death
Final moments marked irrelevant
Flesh defends, abject betrayal dwells

Selfish kills to self-sustain
Sacrifice of squealing swiftly justified
Lacking passion living violence profane
Carry on promoting death inside

Render on without a shame
“Survival takes a certain path”
Awaken to your love of death
Choose your plate-full of discordant wrath

The Teacher Who Carved Life's Course

Down the memory lane a long time ago
I remember when I was completing graduation
what I’d pursue afterward I didn’t know,
one professor then gave my career a direction.

A short stature humble man, Santosh Ray
introduced me in a course on geology
to the intricacies of the earth in a simple way,
expounding its fascinating evolution history.

He made clear the complexity of crystallography,
using designed diagrams and meticulous models,
showed me in the field what in rocks to see,
opened window in microscope on world of minerals.

His unique way of teaching I must mention
ingrained in me a deep interest in geology forever
that led me to complete my post-graduation,
the launching pad for my satisfactory career.

I won’t forget him for I realize with no doubt
how the course of life a teacher can carve out.

October 20, 2019
Contest : Favorite Teacher Or Professor
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke

Carved Face On Stone

I liberated each letter from your body, poetry 
Just to ask you to take me to my motherland.
No one is waiting though; nothing  left there
God will shower His mercy to my precious sand.

Darkness is only the absence of light. I am not Rueful.
Felt concerned about your carved face on stone. Fateful.
I know not your mind poetry; I know not your precious soul
All I see is a tranquil peace in darkness.The innermost earnest call.

Forgiveness Carved Up

Gather together

 Ask for forgiveness... Amen!

    ~ Carve up a turkey

Carved Are Your Cottages

Carved are your Cottages  (This poem is in English and Polish version)
Rzezbione chaty twoje
 
Carved are your cottages,
Rzezbione chaty twoje, 
embroidered are your clothes.
zdobione piekne stroje. 
The ballet is your dance –
Baletem taniec twój -
 your music is the forest choir.
 muzyka lasu chór. 
 
Spruces for you are humming,
Bo tobie smreki szumia, 
wind plays on rocks’ edges,
wiatr gra w krawedziach gór, 
water tumbles in the brooks,
tetni woda w potokach, 
spring is squirting with symphony.
symfonia tryska zdrój.   

Tough mountaineers will,
Góralska twarda wolo, 
 your lambs are on the meadows –
 owieczki twe na lakach, 
 that's your destiny, even sometimes, 
jedyna jestes dola,
all in house is wrong.
choc czasem w domu zle. 

Copyright  A. R. Wielgus, 2017
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