Crafting Poems - Poems about Crafting

“The flight of butterflies designs in gloomy mind the collage of ecstasy, framed by the beauty of life” – by Poet My ebullient emotion replicates the wings of butterflies, fluttering on the rhapsodic ripples of the blissful breeze, and before they all float away to the fading obscurity far, stop designing for me a flying scenic formation of fulfillment,...

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Scored, stained, painted, washing, squeezing. Profound fingers duly pleasing. A perfect sign is not one’s goal. Crafting a masterpiece of soul. Basic colors, silver and gold, Sprinkles that touch wet paint, behold. Cathartic stressing’s console. Crafting a masterpiece of soul. A maverick or dependent. Assured it will be resplendent. To each his own creed of control. Crafting a masterpiece of soul. The group imparts a tenderness, Rubbing elbows...

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Soul envisioning Typing up a few pixels Crafting tiny art...

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On the point of mountain Kilimanjaro with my paints, pencils, rulers and brushes looking at the entire Africa. Many pictures of more than fifteen millions innocent christians Congolese killed in the wars  from 1996 to today and the World is so silent. On my first drafting big board, dead bodies of innocent children, men...

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Her hair flows in long waves of aqua, she watches as it trips and falls, splashing across rocky terrain. Mother Nature breathes upon the waters and the caress is cool to those living beneath the falls. As she touches the rocks, greenery spills grow from her fingertips in many hues. ‘Neath skies of periwinkle and cotton her crafting fills the land with vibrant life. ...

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Writing organizes my endless thought. Worth disappears when considered unclear. The writing lettering is a threat brought. Writing organizes our endless thought. I deem that human form is all I've got. Understand every coin has two sides here. Writing organizes my endless thought. Worth disappears when considered unclear. Written: May 09, 2023...

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I I could copy, imitate and duplicate The words of heart-and-wordsmiths O muse, help me rather emulate The genesis of natal pedigree, truths And touches of agape-Love II To speak of aging, arriving, mature With shy eyes that blossom respect Lips that don't intimate lust, adventure But dependence on another pair yet For air, their mutual sheltered Cove...

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J-oyful A-uthor I-s C-rafting E-xcellent L-iterary L-ines E-mploying L-ife's L-oveliness A-pplied O-utstandingly Topic: Birthday of Jaicell Ellao (November 18) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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We are crafters,I know, We do things row by row, We'll do housework at the end of this row, We said that several hours ago!...

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A-uthor L-ets I-nspiring C-omposition E-mploy G-reetings U-nder E-xcellent R-apture I-n N-ame C-rafting R-egards I-n S-weet T-heme Topic: Birthday of Poetess Alice Guerin Crist (February 06) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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the crafting of clouds ~ blossoms, plumes and mosaics embellish the sky 8/16/2018...

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A superpower some claim it to be. Turning yarn into a cardigan or doily. Click clack go the needles in a flurry. Beginners wonder why the hurry. “Onto the next project!” we say. Although we started two more the other day. Knitting and crocheting plenty of squares Ready for the Yarnbomb, we’ll put it out there On the nursery gate right by the...

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ekphrasis Five glasses filled with brew but only two in kind; the bread is toasted lightly, portioned just for four. Although the background’s hazy, something rests behind, dim splotch of green? a clue we may be out-of-doors. A meeting of the minds? just what shall we assume? Simplicity. The toast and drink, an easy fare. It seems the...

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a shanzi Having a job does help pay the bills after hours, writing brings great release from stress and strain of business woes and parent pressure. My poetry gives vital structure to inspiration's transient brain. Rhyme and meter like lightning rods stabilize my dreams. June 24, 2012...

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Apprehensions in thoughts may form a labyrinth, and like a cipher open up to become a plinth but still the belief beholds to achieve what is imagined, Though in a fog,the wanderer still feels attuned, Let it be light or the approaching darkness, but it isn't a mirage showing its absentness... The people who waded along aren't lost, As they too were...

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