Masterpiece Poems - Poems about Masterpiece

I want to be an artist. I want to create a piece if be proud of for the rest of my life. Id peel back the skin, cutting the fat away until it was the perfect size. then id mold it - shape it until it was just right. Pulling muscles like clay, threading through blood vessels and...

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I radiate my inner glow— like a well-polished precious jewel, pleasing to see, with graceful height. My handsomeness: a masterpiece of art, driven by keenness to shed excess fat, yet I still stand out like a star in the crowd. My eyes radiate warmth that melts ice— as deep and mysterious as a star-filled sky. My smile, a...

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That's what we are That's how we came Simple, common thing Inanimate yet, produce From the best hand made Fashion in a gentle form Stood lifeless, face off Life infuse, same image Now praising face to face With love and compassion The Master has perfected His work of art made into A real masterpiece in life And that is you and me....

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~ The shadows are colorless - give them soft edges ~ ...

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Curtain rises Rhythm and Tone The start off with the Pianist hitting those ivories with gifted fingers Melody enriched through Suddenly the Violin joined in with string mellow sweeps of musical waves Immediately the Trumpet added the flair of what music can create The thought of wizardry of wisdom came to mine Music freedom explored All other musical instruments gathered in high and...

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Soon, I will journey to the middle of the moon, There, I will proudly place a memento with flair, Fine sculpture shaped for reduced-gravity design, One like proud Lady Liberty, facing the sun. Like a bright beacon blazing in starkness, a spike, Soaring melodies of beauty gently pouring, From a breath of fresh air deaf to bees’ noisy hum, Bold, elegant masterpiece...

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When you can't find peace, And just need to release, These pent up energies, Remember this please, Life can be a mess. It's a work in progress, Sometimes you have to guess, Mess with the colors a bit, See what you discover. Did you uncover a new technique? Each person's path is unique, You tweak it here, Tweak it there, Brush strokes are everywhere. Like strands of spaghetti, It doesn't...

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Masterpiece of pain Each night is a masterpiece of pain that lingers in her broken heart trying to find what was and what is now she sips memories and lives the curse of love in her cozy domicile where in the midst of broken stars she lost it .... —a constellation of pains that still stands upfront monumentally,...

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Scored, stained, painted, washing, squeezing. Profound fingers duly pleasing. A perfect sign is not one’s goal. Crafting a masterpiece of soul. Basic colors, silver and gold, Sprinkles that touch wet paint, behold. Cathartic stressing’s console. Crafting a masterpiece of soul. A maverick or dependent. Assured it will be resplendent. To each his own creed of control. Crafting a masterpiece of soul. The group imparts a tenderness, Rubbing elbows...

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This year-a loom of unspoken grace Chaos and calm intertwined Peaks stood like cathedrals in the distance While valleys whispered prayers in the quiet wind The fabric of my days unraveled A quilt of lessons stitched in celestial hands The pits taught me the language of resilience Each tear feeding the rivers of my becoming For even in the wreckage, I found seeds...

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When I let go of all types of people in my life Little by little went the dissolving strife Slow and more slowly crept in the peace Cutting off that dead fruit in my life was a relief More vividly and beautifully my days started to come Coming back into me - the joy and sense again of being young Age...

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Page after page up in flames of his first and last novel For he just couldn’t get it right though he tried with all his might Canvasses of nocturnal life ...

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I see the disappointment smeared across your face as you strike a piece of black coal across the surface of that lonely canvas . The love you once felt. Fracturing into tiny sharp shards. Its past, raining down onto the earth below. A small piece penetrates, deep into your irritated hand. Sharply without a flinch. you...

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An owl sings a lullaby while the moon draws a silver crib for a newborn superstar. In the middle of one of the Earth's lungs, in the heights of Serra do Mar, Iguazu's performance starts. It grows up faster as it slithers across a paradise, listening to the oldest nature's songs, under the brightest skies. As its best fan, beauty...

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...Now some may think this trend depressing, there’s this idea our creators’ minds understand things on some deep level when they happen to craft the sublime. But I, as one more wayward writer, find the crapped-masterpiece comforting, since years of work have taught me one truth: No one knows where folks take a-liking. I have crafted meaningful pieces that employ every skill in the...

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