Clay Poems - Poems about Clay

Silence! A labouring sleep, Got into trance Of a great leap! Away from residence. The crush to say As adultage, Meant to be paid. Has gained teenage, Having hands of clay! Those responsibility A man gains Bearing sensibility. Inside the rain, Has got his ability! Soft gentle hands, Got them to pawn. Changing the books, Also about the pen, Beneathing piercing hook! Congrats ERA! Dreams broke, Desires too! After the father, Of great gratitude!...

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HEARTS of gold will melt in the heat of scorn n'pride, where greed is born. hearts of stone feel no pain, loss, nor happiness again. numb to sorrow but also peace... imprisoned in stone with no release. a heart of lead, so heavy with poison, with bitterness, regret, weighing you down into the dark~ into depths to drown. a heart of clay will grow stronger in the oven...

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Ground fenced becomes a fall garden deterring squirrels' and rabbits' play. Guard the soil that winter will harden defeating Indiana clay. Gilded tulips (unsightly bulbs' pardon) deserve a diadem come May. ...

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At the beginning, your thoughts are like fresh clay, malleable and soft to the touch, shaped by the hands of your early desires, like a canvas painted with dreams dancing under the morning light. As time passes, the clay hardens, fired by the heat of failure, cooled by the chill of loss, and in that hardening, it finds its true...

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I can build a new personality, like a sculptor shaping the clay of life, But I feel the gaze of who I once was, watching me from the shadow of memories, I try to bury her, but my hands weaken when digging deep into the past, And I cannot burn her, for the flames would leave scars on...

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Take a look Read me like a book Fill my brown pages If you find them empty Write in me feel at ease Make me happy sad good bad I’m a mirror of your imagination Like an Etch a Sketch I’m easily reset I’m here for your emancipation I am the art of your heart Paint me if that is your spark Speak me...

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From her sacred heart blooms a flowered essence anointed in sapience and love ; Insightful, as the rain from God's parapet this cloistered soul rings true only for the Maker's open hand. Touched by His Grace, he has created "The Mystic " in her, from a lump of wet clay to Sacred...

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It is a rainy day, ...

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I have flowers all over the yard not planted, but rather in pots for this is Kansas Clay country Sometimes I Iong for the fields of Iowa where even the bottom lands has pliable dirt this clay encourages renegade trees I have tripped over them and fallen down three times this week You would think I would have caught myself at least once being 72 is...

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The Tapestry of Leaves Michael R. Burch Leaves unfold as life is sold or bartered, for a moment in the sun. The interchange of lives is strange: what reason—life—when death leaves all undone? O, earthly son when rest is won and wrested from this ground, then through my clay's soft mortal soot thrust forth your root until your leaves embrace the sun's bright rays. The Long Days Lengthening Into...

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When God commanded the light to shine out of earth’s darkness, the light obeyed. Then He sent the Light, His Son, divine to earth - God’s glory thru the Christ conveyed. This Light of the World has ascended back to His Father from whom He came. But His Spirit He has extended enlightening all who trust in His name. We house treasured spirit...

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Purple phone on the piano Red rings sing of missed rendezvous I’m sure it is my fuchsia fellow But what’s a cocoa girl to do I’m in love with music and neon notes Are so fun to tangerine discover His heart amethyst art full of hope But melodies are my mahogany lover He beckons me with a turquoise tease I’m the man,...

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Winter sun is yellow gold Making mud run of melting snow And Carolina clay is frozen hill Where kids sled and play at will Frosted sky with cotton cloud In the eye of guy driving snow plow He’s hard at work while we all play All school kids search for snowy days ...

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I miss when I was like clay. Malleable and young. Spinning, and the spinning is playful like a merry go round. In a process to become something more. Fingerprints, and crumbling, and mess. Laughing, and having fun. And then the kiln hardens me. And that’s forever. Until I fall, And all it takes is one fall to crack. I can be glued back. Into a...

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The undying Artificer with His holy hand Formed a lump of clay into living figurine, Human Being, by name of its mortal brand. It fell into this earth from heavenly shrine. The creature of clay packed the empty earth With its disparate footsteps, singular self And grew into Races, dyed in Colour of birth. It drenched itself in particles of lethal pelf. Humans...

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