Potters Poems - Poems about Potters

A potter went down to the edge of the water To ask of an otter a gift for his daughter. Go ask the weasel; he paints at his easel. His fees will be low; his currency’s diesel. He didn’t have diesel; he took him some gas. The weasel: offended; the convo was fast. You’d best see the heron, but take him...

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From the potters wheel to the kiln, hot All for form, function and ugly not A work of art must involve some pain The work itself must vanity, not feign The creator lives in his creation, good The creation at times is proud and rude Creator and creation joined at the wrist Dare not, to the former, raise your fist...

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From Potter’s Field torches glow Reflecting names of poor lost souls. Hapless, hopeless, poor and tired, Stacked on each other in silent piles. Searching for a pathway home To find their loved ones all alone. The torches follow long trodden paths Lines of people finding themselves. An island listed on no ones map A place in time we can’t take back. Out history lies crying...

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A potter kneaded galaxies into shape slapped on a thin layer of gravitational glaze baked them in star ovens of varying degrees lay sparkle to planet skin so all could see lay sheen on the dream so dreamers could dream. The potter's wheel eternally spinning....

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Thanks to the potters of chop city for kneading us a keyhole peek into a new green world dis-order. Where all colors of the rainbow are represented except for blue and the color of common sense. A six block funhouse of intolerance- intimidation rape- assault- extortion murder. A murder of dregs descending on the naïve and ideologues where perverts and virgins bump and grind like dust devils...

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Potters knead clay like a poet needs rhyme trimmed to form, to be honored by fire to much air weakens the clay honing of the word is strength with a heartfelt touch art garnishes time...

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In this world, we think we rule that we're in charge of everything ours is the control button we press so for our own success, we cling But this is not the true reality for there is one in total control the creator of all things the Lord God he is king supreme over every soul God is the master potter complete taking us...

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In the hands of the Potter we are formed Molded and shaped by his skilled hands We are turned into vessels he can use Some are ornate some are plain But God uses each one to achieve his plan To God each one is radiant Beautiful and special Strategically placed throughout Creation to fulfill God's purpose To complete his plan for us As...

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Wheels of fire burn at the potters hands and feet. Sweet passion of mortared clay; fashioned on a potters wheel to be carried away. Lamps holden in wheels created as before you see. Sweet passion of mortared clay; fashioned on a potters wheel to be carried away. Between the two a lamp moved promising today. Sweet passion of mortared clay; fashioned on...

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Like an intricate mosaic with just one missing tile. You know something is wrong and has been for a while. Surreptitiously working its way into your mind. Not wanting to admit an illness, saying things will be fine. The nightmares come first, wake up dripping in sweat. Maybe see a doctor about it, but doesn't want to just yet. Panic attacks,...

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From earth I came to his home to be made into something from love have his hands mold and shape me. Ohh his love for the art he make as the wheel spins around to shape. Soon I will be admired by someone but first I withstand the fire. Oh what beautiful art of love he makes with his hands...

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In the beginning it was dust being tossed around in the wind with no direction wandering for a home that could not be found alone laid out on hot pavement dried out and seeking then the rain fell upon, mending together to form clay bringing forth a new life form from which by itself was alone and dead water shall be made...

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YOU and ME We--- Born-again Believers We are the Potters Clay... We are in working Process to be made in the Image-of God's Likeness As we are made Born-again Believer = YOU and Me You and me Live in Body You and I have Personality tis your Soul= Mind--Will--Emotion You and I became Born-again obtained Eternal Spirit within = Process in the...

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The Potter’s House “1The word which came to Jeremiah from the LORD saying, 2"Arise and go down to the potter's house, and there I will announce My words to you." 3Then I went down to the potter's house, and there he was, making something on the wheel. 4But the vessel that he was making of...

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