Carves Poems - Poems about Carves

...The smell of fresh baked cakes keeps floating in the air and daylight burst through the sky spilling coffee latte on the roof and I stood still inside and watch the cream drips slowly from the ceilin......Read the rest...

...Deep within our cosmic fabric hides The magical, mystical thought that carves the world into waves. The scarf of the evening pulls over the flight of winds, Like the celestial dawn that envelopes ......Read the rest...

...He is the lasting moment, the lifelong promise, the unwavering honesty of a heart who knows Him as their destiny ~ quote by poet Silhouettes, in virgin skies Drifting quietly, soft as th......Read the rest...

...In the penumbra of oblivion, I've engraved words of gold, About flowers that assembled their petals from moments of beginning, About storms, in which the lightning melted into dark forces, And all......Read the rest...

...Whittling away another hour, thoughts recycled into knife blades, Forgive them, they but whittle you, they shape the figure that sits and carves. The shavings fall, the hour grows thin. and ......Read the rest...

...In the abyss of the evening, when the sky breaks and stars fall shyly, I solemnly pray with a weary heart, on an altar of blazing clouds. My knees shatter under the weight of prayers, broken in a c......Read the rest...

...In the temple of my soul burn words misunderstood, The secret bell of my hope tolling dimly in the echoless temple, How I wished to sift the hidden meanings, And to lay upon your altar achievement......Read the rest...

...Upon wings of dream and time, love buds unseen, Not every fate quickens it in the ephemeral dance of form and hour, It, the profound love, the one that forges destiny in souls, is like a spell, Fl......Read the rest...

...The whole world stopped turning, and the air had run stale. No, I cannot lie, you've before heard this tale. A desperate endeavor, a pathetic attempt. I, again, offer love, but am met......Read the rest...

... Shatter me The aching, hollow pain that carves out the very essence of my heart burns through my veins, filling this fleshy vessel of mine A mystery that is as obvious as the crimson of raw blo......Read the rest...

...The life of every man is infinite, a canvas stretched beyond the horizons, A silent theater where the mysteries of the restless being are played without words, Where thoughts are ships that float o......Read the rest...

...persistence is a great force--water carves a deep canyon through the land ......Read the rest...

...Geppetto was tired of being without a son. He had dreamed of a son all his life It had not happened for him and his wife A son? Yes, a son. Geppetto really wanted one. In a dream he thought of ......Read the rest...

...Upon life's stage where shadows weave their play, A fleeting waltz where mortals find their way. In heedless youth, with innocence bedight, The heart's true freedom, by time, is put to slight. ......Read the rest...

...When stars ascend and illuminate moonlight, he sits in the midst of childhood confusion, bricks in ruby quartz, shape pearl-face of twilight, crafting a castle from artistic vision where secr......Read the rest...