Carved In Stone Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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Mount Rushmore: Carved in Stone From deep within the Earth’s crust, An orogeny pushes The batholith upwards To become “The Shrine of Democracy,” Of weathered presidential faces Chiseled in rock in South Dakota, Representing 150 years of history (From the birth of a nation To its entry into the 20th century) In carved images Of Washington, Jefferson, Roosevelt, and Lincoln. An army of men labored fourteen years...

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They've buried his bones beneath this stone. But God knows now where he chooses to roam. He said his work would not be done, even when earth's life was run. So watch and listen and tread with care. For wherever you are he may be there The laugh in the air or a giggling brook may be on the pathway Ivor took. But there’s one thing certain, ...

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Cold bleak winter rain has fallen On your velvet hair and skin; Once a masterpiece in color, Now washed clean and white again. Visions paint a flower of beauty From your love grown through the years; Now within my storm of silence, Petals shake from all my tears. Through the pain I see the rainbow Where you’ve found the pot of...

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Here lies Bea At a hundred and three In the place she vowed She’d never be She always swore She’d never die Till all who bugged her In the grave would lie She hung on tight To the very end No foe was left For flowers to send Let’s raise a glass And shed a tear She sure raised hell while she was...

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Restless is the sleep, inward we cry, so many forsaken, too many will die. Triumphs give hope, then reality sets in, why, O why, and when, O when. Givers of freedom, takers of time, whether it be wrong, whether it be right. Memories will linger, long after we are gone, as another generation, is carved in stone....

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As I walk through tomorrows door, anxious to behold what life has waiting there, praying for serenity on God's given shore. Twilight awaiting as another day ends, a comfort of knowing my heart forgives, misfortunes, and people, when rules they bend. The passage that awaits, only I can consent, no anger is harbored, my cheek is turned, my spirit not broken, only slightly...

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