Handicraft Poems - Poems about Handicraft

...The master's hand Ingeniousness Has no limit.......

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...God created the earth*, devoid of dearth along His perfect wisdom’s very best making mankind to be wondrously blest in paradise of Mother Nature’s mirth. Amidst are amazing places indee......

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...Staying home, I'm swamped in my handicraft Paintings, drawings, all fascinating art Sumptuous meals, I baked and cooked My proud dish, I posted in facebook Puzzles in my newsfeed, I proudly answ......

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...Marigold In a kingdom full of honeysuckles Remembering many lavender, silent protons The moon-flower laughed I am shorn of their handicraft I awoke and flung spikes of the cactus ......

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...AND SO IT BEGINS… My choice calling, calling out for me to choose; And so it begins… The revelation upon which I must witness good news; So begins… As I reel in those feelings, getting to know m......

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...Tree Art-God's Design Many puffballs clusters cling to tree making one want to take a picture to capture the beauty of God's handicraft of perfect design......

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...Please stay let me look on Handicraft of the sun White tilts and the blue curves Silver mingling with gold In your silent round cups Brimming with the moisture Message of the fountains Infus......

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...In the glow from the slow flame of the gas oven In the red hue of the sweet melon stew In the pearl sweat drops of the labour of love In the looks of the stars in our eyes A savour, a pleas......

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...Bewitching and beguiling in nature and in art, Every where the handicraft of God imparts Alluring scenes for eyes to taste, Uplifting spirits. Gifts not to be consumed ......

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...She pleaded to me with a blushed body, ready readily for the holiday my maintinance could muster for her pink engine, the electricity my overtime bedtime love ryhme induces, innerbody outerbody att......

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...Here I am Stranded between this and your goodbye. You, Whose thatch is a-glow with fires of Beauty That burns my heart, unkempt and wild, Sits atop a countenance borne of a thousand fa......

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...Mister Jack Frost stealthily visited me again last night. When I awakened from my slumber I saw to my delight, (Like sparkling bubbles in a fine effervescent champagne), Splendid frescos that he h......

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...A providential miracle, she captivated me from birth. She embodied an innocence and wholesome purity of such sublime quality that I instantly knew only God could create such an extraordinary......

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