Sculptor Poems - Poems about Sculptor

...Cobwebs cling to memories, whisper in the gloom, Once vibrant threads of knowledge, shrouded in a tomb. Skills like dusty treasures, hidden from the light, Yearning for a touch, a chance to tak......Read the rest...

...In the vast ocean of beings and tempestuous thoughts, You are the vessel that sails with heart at the prow, brimming with unsaid treasures. Not all can taste your depths, not all can penetrate the ......Read the rest...

...The labyrinth of the mind transforms into a somber temple, where glyphs of thought intertwine, And beneath the dome of the nocturnal sky, hearts like ancient scrolls unfold and burn in incantations.......Read the rest...

...Sculptor Auguste Rodin with two hands* once did begin Placing then in parallel an allegory therein does dwel! ......Read the rest...

...Afternoon musing, not quite content, Wondering where the time all went - The time not really given, only lent. The first day of fourth grade, In the next desk a new girl stayed, With honey col......Read the rest...

...If my being is not born from words, What am I, in the vast anonymity? Not a sculptor of poems with the chisel of language, Nor a painter stirring the carousel of colors. If scars do not define me......Read the rest...

...A young girl’s voice, lost in the data, cries out, "Why are we here?" Pixie Pixela, her words soft and low, murmurs, "This world is yours, dear, a garden for stories to grow." But her digital e......Read the rest...

...In Murano's heart, where fire takes its hold, Molten glass awakens, a story untold. The maestro, a sculptor with breath as his tool, Shapes molten dreams, breaking the fiery rule. From the furn......Read the rest...

...In chambers lit by candle's glow, A sculptor stands, with brow alight, Where visions grand begin to flow, From marble cold, a form takes flight. With hammer's tap and chisel's grace, He bre......Read the rest...

...Whisperer of the ancient tales, Breath of the Earth that gales. Daylight's gentle breeze, And dark night's howling trees. Bearer of seeds and carrier of scents, Sculptor of dunes and herald of......Read the rest...

...“Once, rivers danced, with currents bold and free, Nourishing the land, from mountain to the sea. Mirrored in their depths, the sun's ethereal glow, A lifeblood of the Earth, in constant ebb and f......Read the rest...

...Time dances, moment happens, A crossroads appears, Decisions linger in the hands of fate, A journey ahead, your own road to create. Choose your path, let no voices sway, In the journey of life......Read the rest...

...Was it a sheer accident that I became a poet? Poetry, I didn’t pursue, rather it cropped up As a late-night guest, quite unexpected. A teacher’s career, I have been bent upon And pref......Read the rest...

...Under the endless sky, where the wind whispers ancestral secrets, Engines spin, iron butterflies in their primal dance, The muted thunder of wheels, an echo of the earth's hearts beating in uni......Read the rest...

...How I wished I had been granted to know, The depth of the unused words, the hallucination of a happiness with purpose. My labor, how much has dissipated into the void, in the vast unknown, All the......Read the rest...