Carvings Poems - Poems about Carvings

giants and monsters walking the Earth in rock art dogs ...

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Gray wings at the edge of a threadbare blue. A feathering that attenuates and denatures. Beneath somber clouds stone angels watch green granite deathbeds crumble in darkening dens. October slips through our eyes leaving no footsteps. We are unaware of its coming until we close those eyes tight, then under squeezed lids they glint starbright. Sea-deep into a restless night we may apprehend the faces of the bloodless as they seek some last verdant...

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I looked at the heart-encased initials on the table, a couple's lifelong promise turned employee's weeklong cleanup project, I wonder if it's gone yet, Love is set in minds not etched in someone's regret...

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Mind Carvings Mind relies on carvings to create what it thinks How tensile this airless life like a sponge submerged again and again its weight becomes its intake from all around seeks relief by disgorging First a sprinkle the droplets imagined spurring cups to runneth over to flood the pavement of fingers and hand to float the point of pen to glide this simple tool on water...

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Ancient carvings from a mythic age where children played in everyway. Now they scream lost in a dusky dream crying: “Help – save us” from this polluted stream....

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The blade. The pain. The blood. My wrist. Slowly and carefully carving my sorrow and inner-most anger; leaving reminders of my pain on my soft flesh; watching dark crimson beads blossom on my arms and flow down my finger tips numbness of my senses sets in and my limbs become light as air blurring vision and vertigo standing upright, it is no longer possible. I fall to the floor as the...

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