Crafts Poems - Poems about Crafts

I'M STILL HERE IT ALL STARTED WHEN I WAS 10 YEARS OLD I WAS MOLESTEDFOR 5 YEARS FROM MY DAD AND RAPED BY MY BROTHER BUT I"M STILL HERE I HAVE BEEN BEATENWITH A TOW CHAIN AND MY HOUSE WAS SET ON FIRE WITH ME IN IT ...

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Wheel by wheel in its craft of running... The rain falls and falls watering craft... Blows, the wind that blows its job of winding... How it sleeps the night in its craft of dreaming... The sheep jump and jump, in their jumping crafts... Children play at play, sweet crafts just...

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I went on a journey across the land, until I got to the beach with it's golden sand. I was not here for sandcastles and a splash I've come to collect some more sea-glass. Some of it is pretty and colourful, but I prefer the black I want to get as much as possible before I head back. Black Sea-glass is...

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Hammer and nails And pine and paint, Made by hands ... Earns no complaint A roof and walls Not much more, A hole in the wall Is my front door Put there for me ... A place to go, Just to get out of The rain and snow Home sweet home In a rustic realm, Hidden up and away ... In a shady elm One safe haven...

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Trying to piece together my past Gluing together the fractured pieces Hoping the memories will continue to last Unlike the gaps existing in my mind So come along together with me And let's play arts and crafts Distinguish the flashbacks I see With what was really reality Do I truly remember the words that were spoken? Or is what I remember obscured by calamity? I...

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On the first day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me, -- (and...) a Jedi who'll make life truly free, On the second day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me, -- two cans of bolts (R2D2 & C3PO) On the third day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me, -- three friend trends (Hans, Chewy & Lando) On the fourth...

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The purpose of this exercise or test Is to assess your own individual limit's of excess And if you are 1 of the last standing at the end You are a shoe in for the job After that there is a small case of a swearing in welcoming ceremony Then your skills will be put to good use In the matter...

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1. This hunger artist cannot read volumes of printed material fast enough to satiate an immense appetite and unquenchable thirst to acquire learning from the millenniums gushing fount of cumulative chance revelations, (or deliberate intent to validate a premise vis a vis via private investigative research), thus unwittingly setting alight an intense inquisitiveness sans this curious...

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Tina learnt to knit her own sweater Instructions followed to the letter Many stitch she did drop Gave too many a strop When made looked like been through a shredder Next she wanted to learn to crochet Make flowers tied into a bouquet Got her yarn in a twist Knots and ties would not shift But did look like a crochet toupee Decided to learn...

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all senses under attack stirred whirlwinds of exotic music dance in tango heart and soul aromas of patchouli myrrh and frankincense have me floating six inches off the ground trinkets from around the world a mosaic oozing with mystique exotic flair whispered in foreign dialects cultures mingling at the market place a mermaid chant serenading me to seaward whimsical adventure drifting off to faraway lands an all...

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Mediocre son (me) crafts letter to his papa Impossible mission to escape end of life woe visit courtesy grim reaper inevitable for every mortal, whether he/she alive yesterday, today or tomorrow quintessentially senescence tabled upended wrested status quo belief, dogma, faith... (i.e. Unitarian Universalism) albeit atheistic to the core mine temporal perspective yes and no affects how I process death, afterlife mystery only googly dead souls know, yet...

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Life is a smile of a newborn in mother's arms Arts and crafts of stained glass from grains of sand Freedom of a chick on its very first flight Love of a mother scurrying beside a young fawn Float on a lotus pond in style of white swans Lyrics of nature scripted in nightingale's song Painting in vermilion tints rising on...

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Finnest of art culture pure of glass How would the rain rejoy or dance in flame Color of nights bridge of the unknown Roof of a kite keys to wine in do one feel the thunder Laughter of first breath and turn of day of wake of each day Can a touch of a palsm tell how a story willing...

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Relaxing on a sunday afternoon I love to paint and needlework quilts I love to relax on my patio, to see the fruits of my work and smile I love to create and know, the people Will love it so I take the time to envision the work To be sure every detail is done every needle and stroke The treasure without measure...

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the sun dips her wings in Holy water before she crafts the scent of dawn...

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