Edifice Poems - Poems about Edifice

Ancient big building One look at thousand of years Red wall, white snow....

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Friendship's edifice should never be built in haste Because much time we need to put each stone in place Then solid and strong shall be and would look sublime Ready to, surely, withstand the harsh test of time! © Demetrios Trifiatis 12 January 2021...

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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 of a father, and attend to know understanding. 4:2 For I give you good doc Forsake ye not my law. 4:3 The edifice of my mind...

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My body is an office block? There are streets between my toes? My heart just another floor, ?I couldn't help but notice ? I'm wearing antenna thorns. ? My insides have closing doors.? There are carpets floor to floor? My windows are my eyes ? Can I see through a hundred eyes?? My lungs are air-conditioned, so my breath is always cold. ? They build you...

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Wisdom is an edifice built brick by brick over a long period of trial and error! © Demetrios Trifiatis 30 October 2018...

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Oh how we value artifice; Indeed we'll bow and 'scrape' Upon a stage of the falsest rage We hang; on every word and break The props are real to viewers the plots we know by heart They’re lionized and idolised most people of these arts We imbue them with much value Though some are not so good.' There seems an understanding That...

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We ought not forget that the edifice of one's success is partly built on the good will of others! © Demetrios Trifiatis 28 March 2017...

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Only when, The edifice of happiness, Is: Conceived, Designed, Built And Maintained By Wisdom And Supervised by unselfishness Could Withstand the test of time! © Demetrios Trifiatis 19 October 2015...

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The Heart of The Edifice In the midst of the forest Of skeletal trees, green cedar, pine, and brush is the thickest Standing so tall and blissful Enduring weathering and erosion that slowly chisels, Earth's rock into ever evolving work of art A rock structure that use to be the heart Of the edifice where long time recurrence Of lives that...

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As if Narcissus could look Into a weeping pool Yet still on reflection fall in love The ancient tears, which were gathered there Around the puddle of our history In silent memoriam And what the heart does not see And when the eyes refuse to see They bury conscience in constructions of fake mythologies Behold this instant of gratification The grinning desperate smiles of satisfaction A...

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They asked me what I wanted For they would bestow it to me But to be unambiguous in what I wanted I wanted a yellow house Painted in canary yellow With a neat white trim all over. With the most triangular angularity Painted in the queerest brightness of white In the front wall was to be a huge window The most mammoth window Carefully frosted Depicting...

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