Chisel Poems - Poems about Chisel

...Cobwebs cling to memories, whisper in the gloom, Once vibrant threads of knowledge, shrouded in a tomb. Skills like dusty treasures, hidden from the light, Yearning for a touch, a chance to tak......Read the rest...

...Beneath the burdens of countless nights, In the cursed silence of the soul's waiting room, I sat, the last one, loneliness carved by the chisel of forgetfulness into the stone of my heart, Blockin......Read the rest...

...three dimensioned facade incorporating the commonplace flotsam & detrius of the every day brush hand &chisel of conscious ......Read the rest...

...tenderness in every swivel of my pen, the curvature used to be alluring. it was thoughtless beauty, even in note form. now, even my index tap on the overused i-pad causes pain. ibuprofen and b......Read the rest...

...the untimely measures gathered beneath solid structure as hands fold the numeral gestures gravely carved throughout the roman empire while the daintiness of quiet muse's reciting playful tune......Read the rest...

...If my being is not born from words, What am I, in the vast anonymity? Not a sculptor of poems with the chisel of language, Nor a painter stirring the carousel of colors. If scars do not define me......Read the rest...

...2 Samuel 22:7 NIV? [7] “In my distress I called to the Lord; I called out to my God. From his temple he heard my voice; my cry came to his ears. In my distress I called to the Lord, From, the d......Read the rest...

...Shun an useless, long wait: patience is a powerful skill, incinerate in sparkling fire vainglorious dreams; know true, inner serenity: kick off doubts and illusions, set in motion each aspiration,......Read the rest...

...Waves of the ocean are the music of the sea, They hum and rumble in a perfect harmony. Songs of the tides they compose, produced by the moon, By using the wind to putter a rhythmic tune. Da......Read the rest...

... Arrow to My Bow Cherumbim Of Love Pen my Soul Magical Ink Potion Restore Me Whole Winged Heart Being, Muse of Air Inspiration Of Love, Linguistic Manifestation of Purity Blissfully At Your ......Read the rest...

...Calloused canvas, etched with sun and rain, A map of toil, where muscles speak their pain. No crown adorns it, nor scepter's gilded shine, But in its grip, a legacy entwines. Not pharaohs' monu......Read the rest...

... chisel to mortar little bits of me exposed annihilation ashes to ashes cinders of love still remain inside life's refrain a perfect snowflake cooling the su......Read the rest...

... In the depths of desolation where death is presiding in a smug kind of cocoon of parasite, lies, a heart of calcified care, buried deep inside a grim stalactite of unrequited te......Read the rest...

... What will my final years bring I wonder Will I set here and stare at the blank walls Reliving days of my youthful glory While waiting for my final curtain call Or rush to the fray with all my f......Read the rest...

... My soul of marbled stone, my body, flesh and bone. My God, my great sculptor - will chisel my dead soul, and one day make me whole. 01.03.2024......Read the rest...