Chisel Poems - Poems about Chisel

On my bones, insecurity was carved with a chisel, deep and merciless, And on my skin, you tattooed doubt, like an artist of shadow and suffering, Your steps left imprints on my soul, like paths lost in the mist, You injected fear into my spine, a bitter venom coursing through my veins. You stabbed—stabbed—stabbed my heart until I bled...

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Chisel bites, marble yields, The symphony of grit and steel. Sweat paints my brow, A testament to the toil, The labour that births beauty from the stone. Yeah, it’s hard work, this crafting, This sculpting, this… transformation. But out of the chaos, a form takes flight, A vision born of pain, a masterpiece in the light. The world outside A blur of noise, A rat race,...

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Way north of the mind, is where you'll find them. A million shards of memories trapped deep inside the blue ice of a terminal disease, called time. Grab your flaccid chisel old boy. Try and rescue them if you must. Release their lonely orphan cries bore deep into their blue misty eyes... Until hope turns to pyrite dust. Bore in deep. Maybe taste a...

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How sweet were the smell of wood and sawdust. How pleasant were the sounds of, chisel and saw which are now foreigners to me. I can now only hear the thud of nail going deep into the wood of my cross. The wood that I once cherished , has become a snare to entangle me to my death. Yet I'll...

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Flame trees flicker on way into town but nothing kindles their flames to excite the sleepy town set in its dampened, dank frown. All the folks lie barricaded behind trenches of never to be forgotten fights and campaigns about, noise, litter, dogs and fences. 'Smile and wave' the response to encounters. Gossip and tattle-tail endless behind closed doors, for everyone knows everything, and...

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Familiarity Can sometimes be A chisel That slowly chips away At human souls Stripping first the aura Then splintering The shiny, pearly shell To finally bear The red, raw meat That often brings contempt. Sandra M. Haight ~4th Place~ Contest: Pierced Sponsor: Rob Carmack Judged: 03/06/2015 Based on Quote: “Familiarity Breeds Contempt” Written by Lucius Apuleius (c. 125 – c. 180) was a Roman Philosopher...

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(Continued from part two) O! enslaver beware, you are sprouting horns. Kher, poor thing, you should try to be fair, Nimble mares, could tongue-tie you there. The bulls are rearing in their thrills, at bay. K.S. the lion chaste-tied in his lair. Aged, in slumbering malice and duly caged. Could rise again like the mountain on sands; Only, to be subdued by the...

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(Continued from part one.) Afire not his thoughts, the Devil sees, He soars and roars, in his physical might. His bears’ hug, his warmth, could melt you; Into joys and tears, in willing submission. Treat him not, to your portions of love. He grows cold, is lost in erotic rage. Wiggle not mermaid, in bouts of passion, The dough you kneed, may turn...

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O! Ferocious temptress of the land, sea and air. Spread not thy leathery wings in fancy flights. From the generic evolution, into future clones. Lust raptures into unknown worlds of imagination. Amazon warrior of deadly desires, Hold my sword, it trembles in my hands. Parched lips utter, Eureka! in fascination. The lost land of my dream lies hither. Great...

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