Carving Poems - Poems about Carving

She sat in silence, whittling wood, Creating magic with her hands, Here she couldn't be misunderstood, Carving charming pieces on stands, Fulfilling customer demands; She carved serenely, working hard, Chipping away those needless bits, Making art out of something marred, This showcased her finesse and wits, She loved her work, wouldn’t call it quits; With this job, she couldn’t make ends meet, But she rose to...

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Why would one ask, If the carving of a mask Is, indeed, a task When to simply this question ask Is itself a task? Mask carvers in their job bask, Their wine glasses beside a cask, Their African salad in their flask, Their own faces a beatific Mask… Sweet styles of reducing the heat From a long sitting on a...

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he stood and people stand, he walked and people walk, he flew and people fly, and on the inside wrappers of candy bars and on the paper napkins from fast food restaurants and from the scraps of brown bags and old newspapers the notes came pouring in notes from songs that people longed to have sung from all who followed him climbing rung to rung. The notes...

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It's getting hot in here, 350 degrees, picked clean, and stuffed. Keep the meats separated, turkey! Some like dark meat. Some like white meat. Segregated even on Thanksgiving. Yams or sweet potatoes, Mashed or baked, all...

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"...and the modist carving into the closet door read: "I do not place my life, nor my trust, my belief nor my faith within the resume of man, nor within his cause. For he proclaimed, is but a mere farthing of his merest self; and not of Me. He is an avid boasting; ungrateful,...

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Pummy the pumpkin refused to be sliced Resisted against being sacrificed For modern Pagan delight Did not fancy the limelight Turned the knife against trivial zeitgeist  30th October 2019 howmanysyllables.com...

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happy birthday America-time to carve the blue stars from the cake...

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Aren't grandchildren marvelous! Spoil them just rotten, then give them back, but they are never forgotten. My maternal instincts are rekindled and who best to let them experience the joy I knew. One of my preferred seasons is pumpkin season, tis for Halloween if for no other reason than to take them out to a pumpkin patch...

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Starving and Carving While other people in the world are starving, In America,  on a turkey have been carving; Then heard God say, Have happy Holiday, And soon Christmas season will be arriving. James Serious Mysterious Horn Master of Limericks, MLm This poem can be found on Page 6A of Brunswick Beacon, Shallotte, NC dated Thursday, November 30, 2017....

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The morning sun creeps slowly from underneath the grey sky Dancing merrily with the angels on high while the trees listen carefully to the Gods will And the birds converse harmoniously within I kept walking along the path watching the day as it starts I stood Faraway from human interaction seeking out natures ambitions Suddenly I...

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I can not give away the Image engraved in my vision as I stood beside giants while hidden mighty Titans, that is how I saw the trees that hid me in their shadows like a villain thrown together by circumstance, I looked high into the sky, had to cover my eyes reaching out for an introduction my gesture...

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supernatural friend I never see, touch, - rose without thorns I kiss...

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Wood Carving He sits there, not quite motionless, for even the comfortable must alter their perception occasionally, frozen stare upon a craggy visage, tiny fox-like predator eyes peering into your soul. “What are his origins?” ask the bespectacled intellectuals. “Who is he?” and “Why has he taken up his unwelcome residence here?” The buses pass carrying workers, students, captains of industry. They look...

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I love pumpkins sure All those big and small are fine The big ones are best But the miniature ones Can be lots of fun as well I enjoy carving Pumpkins into feared faces Those creepy dark ones Then I light them from inside Perfect for Halloween night Russell Sivey...

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I went outside Chisel in hand Found a tree with the biggest trunk Took a firm stand Wood chips began to fly A heart began to appear I thought we'd be together But a cross grain was near A knot stopped me The heart was complete It will remain empty inside, like me Until true love I meet...

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