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Etching Poems - Poems about Etching


Premium MemberHiku Ekphrais Etching

intaglio
delicate incisions
in soft outline
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Categories: etching, art,
Form: Haiku

Etching the Day

I love a room that overlooks
A river or the sea,
For, on a terrace with some books,
Is where I like to be.

A sunny seat, a view with boats
And birdsong in the air,
A husband who, upon me, dotes -
Why, nothing can compare!

A mid-day ice cream, browsing stores,
A walk along the shore,
A bowl of mussels, Guinness pours -
Well,
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Categories: etching, beautiful,
Form: Rhyme



Premium MemberPictograph Biography

Pictograph Biography 
David J Walker

If asked
He might or might not
Remember the past 
The old man had notched the  days
By the thousands in his trek 
Around the sun
Each marking its path as a
Tattooed etching by the 
Laser edge of history in his skin 
Of every day and every place 
he had ever been
And even if
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Categories: etching, age,
Form: Rhyme

Premium MemberEtching Screeching Noise On My Chalkboard-

Far far away there's green flash 
lit chalkboard Plymouth Rock 
so radical fingernail 
etching screeching noise
Far away fingers hands wipe away the blood
Cleansing the board flash in green
Fingernails so radical
Etching screeching noise


8/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
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Categories: etching, adventure, analogy, bullying, corruption,
Form: Free verse

Etching Goodbye In the Mist

Forgotten flesh behind cold walls,

pressing nose to steamed glass--


With weightless memories,
your ache hides within a dream
like whispers on a scream.


--playing moon games.

a black widow wraps
flies around sound.

The empty silence roared like fire,
standing in the shadows of surrender...

she etched goodbye in the mist.
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Categories: etching, betrayal, dad, daughter, silence,
Form: Blank verse



Premium MemberYour Latin Radere - the Etching

Beautiful, burnished, brilliant
Yet, my ink friendly inclinations produce a chemical discrepancy
And now, you come – Artist
Scratching, on my polished mental plate
Do not blacken me with your fumigating candle
Do not soak me in your acidic bath
Yet, here you are, sketching to leave your design
Ever so lightly, you etch, carefully, penetrating 
Acid soaks into your carefully drawn
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Categories: etching, allegory, angst, art, me,
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things