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Replica Poems - Poems about Replica


Master Artist
MASTER ARTIST What an artist uses to shape and smooth his sculpture Is what God will use to mold and carve our character The artist takes his time to design or pattern perfectly So in the end a splendid replica we see Man can never be his shining best unless His Master's hands guide him to complete success And since our...

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Categories: replica, analogy, art, blessing, deep,
Form: Rhyme
Sulci Rupes
Looking at the need They devolved the means to which they Would...

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Categories: replica, adventure, america, business, care,
Form: Bio



My Replica
You are a burning form who engulfed me My globe! replicating the inner hunch I concede in YOU.. turn me immortal Never shall our unconstrained love perish Never shall our unconstrained love perish I concede in YOU ..turn me immortal My globe! replicating the inner hunch You are a burning form who engulfed me Aug 11, 2020 Note:Mirror Mirror Poetry Contest.(N/A) Submitting to STRAND...

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Categories: replica, deep, feelings, heart, inspirational
Form: Verse
Replica of Jesus
Replica of Jesus Christmas started out so splendid Until it had finally, recently ended Decorations and tree taken down Alive and green now turning brown. Ours is artificial and stays green And what to tell you still do mean To me it is really, only way to go Stays same size and does not grow. Placed all in boxes and put away And will be...

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Categories: replica, christmas, religious,
Form: Couplet
Replica of Jesus
Replica of Jesus Christmas started out so splendid Until it had finally, recently ended Decorations and tree taken down Alive and green now turning brown. Ours is artificial and stays green And what to tell you still do mean To me it is really, only way to go Stays same size and does not grow. Placed all in boxes and put away And will be...

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Categories: replica, allegory, analogy, religious,
Form: Couplet



Production of the Replica
The midday sun scorches her back Sweat seeps through her feeble body As her nerves carry messages from her brain To make her muscles cooperate So she could stand and move around Inside her body a helpless guest with very special needs Hanging head downwards between cliffs of her bone Shot with delicate spasms With hair painted upon his skull The wretched visitor...

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Categories: replica, mother, pain, stress, tribute,
Form: Free verse
Replica
the vision of the heart that sees, that connects and compliments its reality, that takes within the heart of loves call, positioned we stand through the birth of it all, the season of choosing may look the same, that grasps our interests and intentions in many ways, but placed we are..in God's orderly fashion, to bring us back to love...there is no...

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Categories: replica, love,
Form: Rhyme
Replica
Wielding together artificial meat No need to conserve this being will keep Looking through grafted eyes The creator now smiles Shamelessly looking at bones made of lies Once it is born does it speak with a tongue? Calling out hopefully, am I the one? It started out walking it skipped all the steps Its power lacked knowledge deceived by the best Slaying with anger...

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Categories: replica, confusion, dark, death, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Replica
Replica I see you, than I see me I love you all over again Daughter you are a “reflection” of the beauty inside of me. Again, I love you all over I see me, than I see you 10-20-12...

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Categories: replica, life, love, i love
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Timeless Replica
In eons past the trip was planned. Engineers and artists built sturdy, a symbol just in case Practice-runs of engines, materials and design, were left in place as a marker at their base A hop, then a skip to a new world from the old, assured their symbol would not be defaced On arrival in a desert,...

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Categories: replica, fantasy, imagination
Form: Couplet
A Replica
You go down in the dry pool foraging for the political errors, irisprints, a certain desire of revolt, any skeleton to identify the victim. An awful claim, the accuser was becoming accused. For namesake somebody was dying unceremoniously for holding tuberculosis. Dots did not help. Washed and dried curses went into the background. There was a cease-fire for sometime but the guns will...

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Categories: replica, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?

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