Short Architect Poems
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18th century painter William Marlow
a typographical artist you may know
So expert at design
as architect was he full time
Ex architect Tony Smith loved space
especially with black surface
Romantic rather than minimal
engineered on a large scale
always Forgiving
an amazing Architect
he is always Thoughtful
an Honorable muslim
an Extraordinary dad
he is my Rock star
Architect artist John Soane
was never too well known
But collected 30k+ drawing masterpiece
of Wren,Adam etc he would not cease
She is my solid point
the nothingness from which the universe was created
I am an Architect
and she is the zero from which I draw my line.
not of architect
in wish design is hidden
smiles if accomplished
with an architect known as Gehry
his titanium sails were so scary
if viewed by a whale
that would likely entail
a blow then a massive Hail Mary.
“Oh Prisoner,”
Warned the architect,
“I mean no disrespect.
But you can’t climb out of jail;
These walls aren’t built to scale.”
I am the architect of my own undoing, crafting a fortress of sorrow to guard against others' touch. It is a bittersweet dominion, the only realm I truly know.
love is a wall
that we build of
brick and mortar
to hide our pain
that yields to
the design of the
architect who built
these windows of
faith in our souls
Each human have earned the right to be the architect of Their biggest disasters.' Or they can 'beg to differ'
Then they are choosers.' For none in Christ shall be loosers!
The violin, betimes so sweet and soothing
Architect of romance and passion
Able to conjure shores of waves crashing
May the tears in her bow ever stay in fashion
Architect of my dreams has always been you
My main reason for living, my shining jewel
With passion, I write
Late into the night
Searching for words, our sweet love to fuel
Architect of my dreams has always been you
My main reason for living, my shining jewel
With passion, I write
Late into the night
Searching for words, our sweet love to fuel
Charles Rennie Macintosh
as an architect was at a loss
So spent time painting garden flowers*
in off-beat colours for hours&hours
*https://www.wikiart.org/en/charles-rennie-mackintosh/flowers
German,Lyonel Feininger born in New York
an architect who ,his artistic soul often *sought
In light pervaded space
cathedrals his easel did grace
*https://www.wikiart.org/en/lyonel-feininger
Once there was an intellect called smoke, the philosopher
Architect of a new republic of peace by dare
Shunting viruses by tolerance
Eliminating interferences by endurance
Bloody this domain is for gladiators
The architect plans, designs
and finally constructs,
Suitable spaces for humans,
In work that he conducts.
Dedicated in his duties,
Owning precedence.
Fit to be an important key-
Of such intelligence.
line, ruler, compass
With vital thread.
I weave my
life,
like the spider
weaves its
Web...
trace myself
roads and
bridges, the way
the chief architect
designed me
the steps...!
dried memory lost...river forgets to flow in desert...waits for rains
longing turns debris...heart unlearns how to conjure...architect time bides
December 30, 2019
Contest : Ku Duet
Sponsor : Silent One
By George P. Lumayag
The birds tweet to the architect
to support Urban Tree Planting.
Its principle to plant trees is innate;
but a tree on the gutter symbolizes
of unplanned tree planting.
-George P. Lumayag
07.23.2021
choose your thoughts well
they are the brick and mortar of your reality
making you the architect of your life
AP: 3rd place 2025
Submitted on May 27, 2025 for contest YOUR CHOICE P sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention
Dropping over human heads birds fly
Drops from beautiful beaks grow trees
Birds drops manure for trees ever free
Hang on trees singing to see a birder be
Architect of environment birds serve we
Dropping thoughts over human heads birds fly!
I Am God
I am the creator of My Own Destiny
I am My Own Best Friend
I am The Architect Of My Past, Present And Future
I create My Own Reality
The Law Of Attraction Is Real
And There Is A Secret To Me
I am One With God
I Am God
I Am Me
People mistake my mainstream depression for a sunny disposition. I am not good enough to be seen with myself. The girl of my dreams is everywhere and nowhere close. I'm in love. Love will kill me. I am the architect of my own demise. Stop me
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