Sculpture Poems - Poems about Sculpture

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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A zebra, named Zeb, stripey and bold, Tried to join a snow-sculpting mold. His stripes caused a fuss, "Too much visual plus!" The judges cried, "Your art's uncontrolled!" ©bfa032225 ...

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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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when we're the very essence of a thing strangulated to shed the extraneous released to float freely without entity making us dull or brittle would we strip away the entirety of thought willingly forget whether we ever flew or had feathers to merge as no matter in the comforting void needing nothing else resting perfectly unfinished ...

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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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close you eyes for this open your hands tell me what you feel forget texture or shape tell me how it feels like an unforgettable held hand the softness of a fleeting...

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I breathe in your out breath exhalations spare from death mouth to mouth resuscitation my existence just a fabrication drumming on the optic nerve become part visceral part verve with electrical impulses sparking hand on heart as it's restarting rebreathing hours they are numbered time elapses become encumbered stop when...

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reaching, at a stretch shockingly, still casting a shadow still holding form it's too much to take in nothing can be held, only passed through perhaps shaped by the knowing more likely picked clean of peace I was never within, never within that eye to eye tethered stare once you've seen, you can't look away what kind of life is that/this waiting: until I'm in the...

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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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