Crafts Poems - Poems about Crafts

...The chance to love is born from the silence of a divine verse, An altar in the firmament where heaven shares its secret with the grand void. A lost art among the golden pages of a celestial book, ......Read the rest...

...In the realm of existence, where time unfolds, A tale of wonder, in verses untold. A symphony of life, in hues of vast, A saga of futures, present, and past. From the womb of chaos, creation sp......Read the rest...

...On that July day of confusion and discord, I entered the women's psychiatric ward. A place I'd been in before, receiving a calming shot in my buttocks on the floor. I was delirious with my panic......Read the rest...

...The Raven caws in the eerie night, And chills creep through the air. As the father of dark literature takes flight, To a place with fame and beyond misery, The Raven's cawing takes flight silentl......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mixed Poetry Contest My choice crafts between the two R. ......Read the rest...

...Herstory from Battlefields to Laboratories - Daniel Henry Rodgers Beneath stardust's scattered gleam, Her-story, a comet’s tail, blazing across time. ......Read the rest...

...In the classroom's tender, gentle embrace, A symphony of virtues finds its place. A teacher's heart, a radiant hue, Infused with philosophies bright and true. Arousing the mind with Rousseau's ......Read the rest...

...First printouts show Number One's, ahead, a feigned smile fades to a small office, two arms outstretched hold a desk instead, one ponders deeply surprising spread, one knew the field ......Read the rest...

...Oh, majestic city, where time cradles its wings, In a moment of the world, where the dream of star cascades is a timid seed, I wander, a phantom of grace, beneath the moon's silver imprint, Meande......Read the rest...

...She fell out of the car Naked on the ground Folks looking on Not breathing a sound ...mama.....mama .............MAMA......I need you Rushing to her side She gathered her daughter Whisper......Read the rest...

...The countless stars are clear tonight, they do not make me feel less than I am anymore. Like frost they twinkle in the wink of a cold calamity. transmitting a vast emptiness. That silent voi......Read the rest...

... The art was most masterful on the dark canvas, portraying an artist's mind when feeling anxious. His palette compiled of pastels in shades of grey, weaved brushstrokes in symphoni......Read the rest...

...In Cork’s old heart As poetic whispers play, This district thrives And tales hold sway. Oh, Blarney, A place for words to craft and flow, In the realm of stories, As hearts jump and glow. ......Read the rest...

...Be there a time that flowed the aura 'neath the breadth that holds the weight of thee, does beauty walks atop your sliding granules of trinket feet and painted nails rob few of the......Read the rest...

...Could calm surroundings, with no tempests, be called happiness? Should pleasures of physique and psyche be happiness-zone? Could, like money and wealth, this be brought out of craftiness? Or is it......Read the rest...