Pottery Poems - Poems about Pottery

She waited as her brain burnt her body to a crisp. Shaking as time passed, she just won’t relax. Her heart is in the hands of one’s fist. He ran far away, until one fateful day He couldn’t keep living without her. ?They pushed and they shoved, but never fell out of love. I suppose no more needing to chase her. Now the...

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hello and meow very much hot summer noon love cool pottery...

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pottery row lead me to the beach pottery row the ocean in now within reach pottery row thank you for all the scenery pottery row i appreciate the blue sky and the greenery pottery row your back roads are so lovely pottery row i welcome your purpose when your encouragingly shove me pottery row i am happy that you create beautiful central confusion pottery row i thank God for you...

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Splintered gold carpets the ground at her naked feet. Stars spat from skies above crashing down to carve out craters in the earth, barren. She crunches memories once perfect between her toes - the past squelching-squashing in meadows bogged with rain and night-time tears. His ashes, once held in an urn, float now over a field, let out to pasture. The...

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The other night we took a pottery class and I wish I could convey…the excitement we both felt with our hands immersed in clay. In some ways we felt like kids again…perhaps that’s the appeal…as we began to play in the mud…upon the potter’s wheel. Sitting on my stool or at the table where I stood I...

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You have the darkest silence I can’t read your face I can’t interpret you blink There is no meaning to your wink Your smile is warm and cold You head shakes like a nod Your yes sounds like a no I see nothing on your fore But you have a soul You get my attention without a call You make chants of a statuesque dead...

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In sanctuary, Cracked from flows and blows of life, A piece of raw clay! Mold me, my Potter; I surrender to thee now, Pray bake me finest!...

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i hate to because i want to stay awake for to take you by the hand and shape your clay into a vase you needn't be Ming Dynasty for you you please me just being Colombian...

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If I had some clay I would work with it To create a vase or make a soap dish Working with wet clay Ins easy to work with Making it into something To be so proud of The large items made on the potter's wheel It takes time to shape Making objects right After twelve hours made Then into the kilm Next to be sanded After that g;lazed Then painted...

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STORIES IN POTTERY Bluebirds above the azure lakes Burleigh cups - willow pattern trees in gold leaf - Once with mashed Sichuan oolong, And on their side plates, shortbread tiffin, While nephews in white laughed loudly and played tennis on the lawn. George V Silver Jubilee mug and plate (1910-1935) Found by slum clearance machines In a...

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She stalks the hall of graffiti red, bare legs and platform shoes, and she ties her shirt in such a way as to best accentuate her boobs her hair's a mess, smudged makeup dress, and lipstick sticks on bottle tips, cause she's she's she's... drinking in the bathtub, taking pictures of her body, ...

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A BEAUTY BORN OF THE ‘BURBS I showed her the steamier and seedier side A place where the desperate have tried, cried and died Young Ms. Suburbs took to it’s derelict charm As we’d stroll downtown with arms tangled in arm She had never been confronted by the pitiful and the poor before They never showed up at her mahogany...

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A poem sleeps in my body in an upright state, Among the heavy traffic, I lay bare my desire Comes unto me in the broad way of my heart Search in her body similes, title or metaphor. I breathe in her mouth with the words proper I whisper into ears to hear the echoes of words That are in my mind...

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Early morning in the Pottery Room, I gather my tools, bits and pieces of heating coil, broken and brittle. The kiln still warm from last firing, but empty now, I walk in, turning on the switch that heats the coils as I pass through the arch. Where are the bad spots? I await the coils to turn red. I see a gap, find a...

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Pottery jugs big and small Flowers in abundance one and all. Sometimes roses, lillies too, Daisies white with a yellow hue Birthdays weddings, anniversaries too out comes the gug both bright and blue To house the flowers sent by you....

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