Clays Poems - Poems about Clays

...I need not travel far to sense God’s nearness -- the trill of His many lyrical voices – Surely the oriole knows same intimacy; as does every petal on the thrilling rose, dripping luscious co......Read the rest...

... Dark clay breeds seeds of discontent, Broken cries fills eyes of swollen red, The field of dreams beyond my reach, My world of words the elected dead. It's time to unwalk this clouded dream......Read the rest...

...Looking out from deep inside this fortress here wherein I hide. Formed brick by brick in rounds of pain, some circumstantial, others made by hand selecting from the first - fine crafted moldin......Read the rest...

...In tumults of time and forgetfulness, in the hidden frenzy of a heart beating faintly, Invoke the unseen magic, unravel silk works in the deep night, Tame as a magus who dares, let fall veils of si......Read the rest...

...Forever friends we are and will always be said the white rat. This was news to the faerie, but he was nicer than her old cat. I can get you kibble, lettuce, bits of bacon, or other treats she said.......Read the rest...

...Triggers are red, barrels are blue. Smith and Wesson I love you! Targets are set, guns are sighted. In my hand, I get excited! Bore snakes out Hoppe’s too be good to them they’ll be go......Read the rest...

...All efforts tabled on Nigeria; Experiencing a fortunate miscarriage, Feasting Aso rock- a pizzeria But never admit it is the cause of this age. Upon the solid manifesto, That touches all s......Read the rest...

...The Lake Side Church David J Walker The Lake Side Church reminds me That Jesus walked on water Jesus fed fish to the Uncounted multitudes Jesus calling out to Peter and his brothers to a......Read the rest...

...In pitch black night there is no color, For light is color's revealer. In daylight, your eyes see an object as white, when all light is reflected, White is all the colors from a billion rainbows......Read the rest...

...Stones I Have Known I know that stone - scoured smooth beneath the tread Of workers' feet too early out of bed. It sparkled finely to my childish sight, A treasure rare, lit up by morning light......Read the rest...

...My glaring eyes sneak a look at The clear spring waters In the water jug (karuwa) – The pure appearance of my face Reflected like in the mirror Strike against the inner surfaces Split into bi......Read the rest...

...Detroit gave me birth like the snapping of sheet metal, and her streets still bleed. But Missouri taught me to see. The Germans came Grooming the valleys with white frame houses......Read the rest...

... For words were my clays and in wisdom they were burnt The Potter the mighty One his clays He tender to smoothen that they be made into shapes 4:1 Hear, ye children, the instruction ......Read the rest...

... that bleeding Lamb His bleeding wounds non to tend Wounds that heal every broken heart That eternal plaster of Paris 1Peter 2:24 Sent His Son A bleeding Reed Bled for all y......Read the rest...

...On the shoulders of avid days I stride on its lips with a pot made of clays Inquest of fecund fields to preen what pays Both the days we suture its coral rays And days its name wears myster......Read the rest...