Ceramic Poems - Poems about Ceramic

...The itch to love and satiate pride swallowed too long stifles breath without emancipation A tragic capitulation to self Pride, perhaps acerbic, leaves morsels to ruminate and loves to regu......Read the rest...

...“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” Quote by Rainer Maria Rilke ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Medusa cactus in large blue ceramic pot blooms a burst ......Read the rest...

..."Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it."~ Rumi Dear Diary, I’m a hopeless romantic, a sentimental ......Read the rest...

...UNDERBELLIES What underbelly is this containing quiet grasping greed for my magical sword gifted to me by St Michael ? What underbelly is this that deciphers my Heart thro......Read the rest...

...In a cozy corner of the world, where tranquility resides, A hot cup of tea, a blissful magic, gently abides. Its fragrance lingers in the air, enveloping with warmth, Inviting calmness and serenit......Read the rest...

...When you are an agonizing echo from a benevolent voice, life exhales in mahogany haze, spreading across the lachrymose meadows as scarred rivulets of sandalwood scents, where ceram......Read the rest...

... earl grey leaves are fragrant bold bergamot tales past retold in ceramic gleams such recurring dreams turning silver into gold. ......Read the rest...

...The bric-a-brac shop waits on Rue Nationale. In a sleepy French town. It opens at ten, And closes at one, Till three. Then on till seven in the evening. Madame opens the shutters Before going ......Read the rest...

...I grew a hat it's a part of me a little piece of inside when I'm out, in a head tilt, a shutter peak, hiding like mountains under snow, tree canopies in desperate corners of a ceramic w......Read the rest...

... Kintsugi — means “join with gold” — is the Japanese art of repairing broken objects, often ceramic pottery or glass. Traditionally, gold lacquer is used to piece shards together again, creating a ......Read the rest...

...In galleries of ancient art Were cases filled with rings And necklaces and bracelets, Maybe meant for wives of kings. Or possibly for normal folk, For lots were made of clay, Ceramic beads no......Read the rest...

...On this day 40 years ago in 1978 my mother, Jacqueline Anne Trestrail, left this world after a relatively short battle with cancer - she was 46. Jimmy Carter was President and Annie Hall won best......Read the rest...

...People sometimes tell me the heirlooms given to me hold no value over how my heart feels, but these things have memories, stories of where they've come from that tug at my heart. They’re scattered a......Read the rest...

...I need to keep sipping. Water, and it needs to touch my tongue first. So that I can feel the water flowing inside me. Which brings life to my fingers and toes. As if the water is blood w......Read the rest...

...my long grey trunk and thick greying skin is finally wearing thin nobody talks to me and so what if I whispered from the rooftops despite being repeatedly murdered I can clear a room i......Read the rest...