Sculpture Poems - Poems about Sculpture

“Sweet is my sleep, but more to be mere stone, so long as ruin and dishonour reign ; to bear nought, to feel nought, is my great gain ; then wake me not, speak in an undertone !” ...

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My days were filled with limp lifts of your hands, each a tear steeped in lost compassion. You made me swim in a cold, clammy sea of sorrow~ and shaped me into a voiceless, motionless s c u l p t u r e. My cries were your joy~ your face and the devil’s wore identical masks. Your...

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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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Write me a poem about the light About how strong you are despite The challenges you face in life When balances don’t seem right Sing me a song about your hopes How you cheer even when broke No tears in beer nothing used like dope Except music near as an antidote Paint me a picture with your heart Light and airy with glee...

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Flip flops and straw hat adorn him, beach wear suits him nicely Kind is he to her as he scoops into a bucket measuring precisely Casted are his piteous passions in sunstruck warm sands Gently shaping and capturing her likeness, she is in skilled hands Stooping over chin to knee he bares bronze shoulders glimmering Her features delicate,...

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I am a writer, A crafter of sculptures Showing off ability in creativity. Beyond experiences of my own, Beyond feelings of my own. I take a stroll in journeys of others, And pave routes in imagination. I fill gabs yet to be discovered, And open doors yet to be walked in. I bleed pain through ink in hand And Keep...

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Between the trees a waterfall of light, a stillness bright with bubbling springs and birdsong. Here you stumbled ...

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BRONZE SCULPTURE tactile with style...

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What do you reckon Venus of Milos was doing when she was fully limbed? Was she thinking Deep thoughts Holding the apple Measuring the gravity Of her life? Was she, like Aphrodite, Poised with a shield About to march off Into a battle Confidence writ on her face? Was she a Muse Putting on her work...

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Grandma’s face on a paper mache’ dog What could be better? Nothing she thought. Her overfed dog looks a bit like a stuffed hog. We could not believe what the sculpture brought. Behind grandma’s back we laughed our petootsies off. In front of her face tears ran, as we tried not to cough. It was the craziest thing I had ever...

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ubiquitous tactile happenings forever traced in form of moods in waiting engagingly radiant expansive& eerily beautiful unforgettable haunting presence in representation morphed into patterned people places images depicted thought pauses gathered in the readymade created or found...

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*** C A T and the SPHINX*** Cat is on the prowl Without taking a step! Proud fellow, often unseen, Gracefully gliding by. He feels he knows it all — At least all that is necessary to know — Of the far, the wide, on Past the doors and through the walls. Cat tallies his receipts From his surroundings,...

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I need to see her again Before what’s left of her is erased Reduced to a pile of memory dust scattered among the ashes Of a long gone day Let my pencil be a sculptor Pulling my fingers as it will To chip away blank paper Carving away line after line Graphite emerging, Revealing the perfect words Stringing them together Bringing to life all...

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Oh moon, be calm as you fade away from sight. Beat shaped in my heart, and the pulse is harder. Nature! Your artistic scenes outdo all heights. Venus smiled as the Moon blinked in her harbor. Stars made a pledge to upkeep the night sky bright. Ah, jealous moon, recall daffodils ardor. Shades splash in sapphire, arc's dazzling Edenic. Grace...

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Sculptures were made not only to be admired with the eyes. They were made to be touched. Feel its texture. Experience them with your: eyes closed, Up and down, From the surface to every little corner. The most precious sculpture that we can you experience; it is the human body. Feel your own body. Massage your lover's body. Find what makes it tremble, How certain parts react. its electricity,...

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