Sculpturing Poems | Examples

The Rocks of Edale

The limestones are smoothed, ?
rounded by time, fashioned and shaped?
by sculpturing winds.?
?
They remind me of village girls?,
broad in the hips, love handles,?
not at all like the bony walkers?
that climb up here.?
?
I run my hands over sleek curves,?
sit next to a pretty one,?
eat a ham sandwich,?
think fondly of the plump barmaid?,
in the valley below.?

The Rocks of Edale

The limestones are smoothed, 
rounded by time, fashioned and shaped
by sculpturing winds.

They remind me of village girls
broad in the hips, love handles,
not at all like the bony walkers
that climb up here.

I run my hands over sleek curves,
sit next to a pretty one,
eat a ham sandwich,
think fondly of the plump barmaid
in the valley below.

Art

The selfsame page echoes wordlessly like barren lord
To write in characters of light, Oh! bucket headed bard
Understand, art-like slumber must set-the soul free
Beyond time's fabric walls, in boundless circles waterski 
Across the black besmeared realms of dreary night
Where passion cleaves darkness with fanged light.

Tread forth into the beauteous lustre of things
And hark, how sweet the drunken nightingale sings 
Cheering languid Cynthia and the slow bursting bud
Oh! come empty bosomed lad
Let the primeval tongue of deft nature teach
You how to fold forms into voluptuous speech.

The sun through verdure fields has unrolled
His sweet placid beam of burning gold
And how gaily whispers the roaming scented wind
Blowing voluptuous strains pleasant than sevenfold lutes combined
Revealing to the dancing emerald leaves galore
Divine secrets hoarded in mediaeval days devoid of law.

When the throbbing heart of nature tunes the soul
Grand refined wisdom is your to attain
Which nor cognitive lore nor pedantic clouds of scroll
Can ever shower upon the mortal train.

Working With Snowflakes

Watching snowflakes settle
into a large earthenware pot,
frozen fractals grow.

The snow is ridged into serpentine shapes
and the humped backs of deep sea monsters.
Bobbled ice forms dimple and peak.

Is this a strange art, a contouring
or a  sculpturing that takes form
by the act of watching?

Why is it not the snow 
deep and crisp and even?

If you stare at a cat
it will look away, wash its paws.
that’s called ‘displacement behavior’.
People are not much different.
There’s a force behind a concentrated stare.

Cats know something about watching snowflakes.
You have to respect that kind of power.

Scary Wispy Shadows

Soft shadows, 
slowly slide suspiciously,
sustaining shivers 
shooting silently-
suggesting simultaneously, 
surreal wind-blown, 
wispy, wisteria wands
whispering wildly, 
waltzing wonderfully-
while willfully 
wagering, winged-wights wallow.
Slithering silhouettes 
secretly stun- 
surely, sculpturing spooky, 
scary spirits-
showcasing swarthy, 
spellbinding sprites.

Grandma Place

grandma’s place
once a loving home 
with so many fun things to do
my heart smiles 


grandma’s hands
making beef and noodles
sculpturing pies
I salivate

grandma’s eyes
loving me in so many ways
grandma’s hugs.
Gulp.

someone else lives there now
grandma long gone.
it hurts me

Tapestry of Nature Collaboration

The day dawns on flaming sunburst sky,
gold-gilded wispy clouds glide slowly by,
spectrum of color on azure sea they pour,
silver lined waves spread pearls on shore.

Down the jade valley leaps the sparkling stream,
sculpturing rock ridge serenading in daydream,
dancing waters murmur on polished pebbles rolling,
listen to the distant music of verdant plains calling.

Seasons revolve in kaleidoscopic sublime spell,
draped in magnetic charm of nature unparallel. 
The ember of autumn falls rustling on the meadow,
out of the winter frost buds bloom with surreal glow. 

Sun from cyan sky shines on emerald forest canopy,
light and shade strips saunter by whispering tree.
Night falls silent sprinkling stardust on the thicket,
fireflies twinkle with the rhythmic chirp of cricket.

Supine spirit soars high with nature’s ethereal show,
on supernal stream of joy unbridled emotions flow. 
The beautiful gift mankind received from the creator
floats on ripples of rapture on the tapestry of nature.

July 14, 2019
For Contest Finetune This Collaboration
Sponsored by Line Gauthier

Freedom Bound

As far as the eye can see, thunder roars with such fury in the horizon.
Beneath the sea sculpturing deep tints and shades of blue, briny crystallizing.
The tide draws away and breathes its curse.
Articulating its exaltation moving force,
manifesting and mesmerizing.


Bout gaits end with the striking off sound.
Airborne when all four are off the ground.
Breeze laced through his mane with pride.
Feeling the cold embrace, he draws a breath with every stride.
As the rain caress, fire burns inside, free its soul bound.

7/20/2016

Rhyme      AABBA    AABBA
Two Stanzas - Two Only - Poetry Contest 
 Sponsored by: Broken Wings

Storetry

Storetry
 (A story in rhyme)

By Franklin Price
5/14/2016

Storetry,  a word I've coined
At least I think it's mine
The following's my first one
I hope you think it's fine

For years writers have written
Myriad poems that tell a tale
So many of them classics
From poets that we hail

Of war and travel, love and loss
Many subjects quite diverse
Many are novelistic
While others are quite terse

Many people of the world
Scandinavian, Latin, Greek
Have written their own Storetries
Take an interest, take a peek

There's something about poetry
That supersedes all prose
The rhyming, rhythm of the words
To take us where it goes

Weaving, painting, sculpturing
The phrases one by one
To make some sense and sound alike
Is interesting and fun

I'm ending now this Storetry
It is the first from me
I'm sure there's more to come along
You'll just have to wait to see

Jack Frost

Jack Frost, power over ice and snow

Appearing like a sinister mischief maker

Cold winter frosty, fern-like patterns you make on our close windows

Kissing the earth with your bitter brrr cold frolic, making our teeth chatter


Frost, ice, and snow you stir to life as your music is

Responsible for the shivers your frosty weather brings with each dance step you take

Obliging us with your artistic talent painting foliage red, yellow, brown, and orange

Sculpturing a dazzling, frozen, seductive wonderland of snow

Tantalizing us to retire around the radiant amber,  warm crackling fire





11/27/2015 



Poetry Contest Acrostic: Jack Frost 
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton

The Secresy

The wondrous nature of winter
The perfect delicious taste of winter
The mastermind of winter's touch
The secret I adore of the alluring beauty of
        winter, like sister, I cherish.

Keeps reminding me of home:
The dry skinny wind blowing around
The sand dunes sculpturing and evolving like sound
The fresh, thin and welcoming air above
             which in secret I ponder about
             missing without doubt.

But it's the new home I now analyze in secret
Its impeccable measure and nature I devour
For answer and ladder to draw
I need to capture all this new creation
       in secret, then share it in secret
A visitor and literature in my life




This is another special poem of mine because with it I won a poetry & short story contest in a college I went too.
Written 2006
Just the young thoughts of the young mind

Sculpturing

It does not work; 
the manipulation of the fast.
     The genomic fugitive
nurtures a home of light, windswept pyre.

      Under the prophet
a gloom unloosens the absolute.
      Now as you weave
a pattern of lies, the page hits.

      The book is thrown into
fire. The words swim, break the grief
       of naked sun. There
is flooding of wombs. Who will conceive a god ?

       Between you and me,
a river flows. I become voiceless.
      You cannot build a bridge.
The spinning curve outlines the shore.  



Satish Verma

What's That I See

My eyes glisten, as your presence fills them
inside my heart...Jumps
"Thump, Thump, Thump"
for you they dance, for loves beats rhythm

Love beats rhythm
Strong, powerful, with meaning
so crafted for us.
God's creation and His plan all along.

My hand grazes your beautiful face
My mind re-sculpturing  a masterpiece,
as I marvel at you, a pure work of art.
"Mmph, Mmph, Mmph"
I just love your feel,your touch, your look.
Heart, your next
It's you he took

Gladly and openly, I place my heart next to yours,
as they beat as one.
"Bump, Bump, Bump"
Love sounds beyond good
It sounds....Real, kismet, and in sync.

I knew all along, for God, yes  He did tell me
then yes he showed me. 
 Now he shows us.
Every wonderful day of our lives

I light up as you cross my vision.
Then when I see you in my mind,
heavens whispers...."Yes,yes,Yes"

My soul fuses your soul
Your soul fuses my soul
Our souls become one
"Shhh, Shhh, Hush"

Quiet pulses of rhythm
Music plays, hearts dance
Connection made!!

I see..... LOVE!!!!!!

Between the Linen Sheets

Between the Linen Sheets

A hundred strokes through her hair
Pastel satin ribbons lie cross her chair
Bridal bed is prepared in finest linens
Her sculpturing gown flatters the ribbons

Revealing her curvy silhouette of youth
Ready for their night of marital truth
Flaxen hair shines like a halo from the candles
Floating gardenia’s sit by her wedding sandals

Climbing into the marriage bed waits for her groom
He enters mesmerized by the fragrance in their room
Into his arm’s he holds her tight kissing her moist lips
Drunk by her purity, on her sweet tasting lips he sips

Colors of fuchsia fill the room as passion rises
Melting into his arms, she envisions Marseilles:
Ready to give her all to him they fall to the bed
Blowing out the candles, he realizes this was
“All in his head”

Carole Cookie Arnold

Sea of Green

moving sea of green
mother nature’s artisan...
sculpturing coral

© Mar 25 2010
Placed 4 in Champagne Skies contest

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