Short Clay Poems
Short Clay Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Clay by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Clay by length and keyword.
I sculpted you
threw you into fire
pulled you out
let you cool off
and painted you black—the
color of night
so that I can
be intimate with you.
I am all subject to decay
For I am but clay.
Subdued by death,
I return to the earth.
I am a conscript;
A divine script
On time's throne.
Form:
We are but the clay into the hands of our Lord waiting to be molded into our final shape!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 March 2018
Clay
No, time will roll n take its toll,
till **** returns 2 clay,
A man he has a bitter soul,
Perhaps he's built that way?
By the johnson
Eve wanted to show Adam her bust
'Cos it always filled Adam with lust
But God told her, "No!
Thou shalt NEVER show
Lest thou shalt not see Adam for dust!"
Lush geranium proud and glorious.
Blooms so gracefully in old clay pot.
without a tinge of shame.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
a pot of raw clay
melts as soon as water poured
ceramic preserves
~If I be broken having been falling off terrain shelf;
How can God remove me into a better self?
8/23/21©
For A Brian Strand 2 to 5 Line Poetry Contest
bleeding but
not dead
as a hunter i
once raised
pulling
the trigger
shot
released
a seemingly
random pattern
but quite tight
the score
one wounded
sperm count zero
Form:
Preferable is for Man, on
Soft clay, his opinions to write,
For
Easy to erase them will be
When the truth he finds!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 February 2016
Here is what I need to say,
We're all humans with feet of clay,
So, do lay off us chicks today,
Go look in a mirror some day,
To older men with your spare tyres,
Yes! Your gynaecologist has retired!
As a molded clay
Shaped by laborious hands
Cracked in the outside
Symbol of the brunts of life
Choosing to rise from ashes
Example For Victim Or Victor Contest
September 13, 2016
Soft pliable clay, peels away with tools touch; cold and wet.
The sculptors’ eye sees life in the clay before, it reveals itself.
Scrape away the excess baggage and a new beauty is born.
Sand of day
dust by night
men of clay
robbed of sight
bone to bone
dream asunder
violence intone
is it any wonder
we fight to no end
we lose despite
peace without defend
and at the end no respite
Harvested molded clay
when you lose your way
Jesus is a way maker
Jesus finds a way
He's right there at the harvest
'Im soiled clay God molds me
2/23/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Ground fenced becomes a fall garden
deterring squirrels' and rabbits' play.
Guard the soil that winter will harden
defeating Indiana clay.
Gilded tulips (unsightly bulbs' pardon)
deserve a diadem come May.
Red Georgia clay mounded by ants
Fireants the invader
Found landscape ideal for their lives
Now entrepreneur
Set up shop all over the south
Clean up any, every
Edible morsel starve native
Ants, their adversary
in the potter's hands
a lump of clay is transformed...
an object of worth
9/18/2012
For Black Eyed Susan's
Single Senryu contest
My heart is made of clay left in the cold,
Knead me, please.
Show me how to pump blood again.
Remind me of my days under the earth,
Held pliant and warm.
Make me something better with your gentle shaping fingers,
And leave your mark.
so little is enough for me
on the loggia in the summer
through half-closed eyes...
the regular ping of a tennis ball
the scissor-like flights of swallows
the shunting of factory wagons
cheerful chatter from the café...
I hope it never ends
Is the world cheating on me?
Is self-deception so thick that I cannot see?
Is the world beating on me?
Is suicide so slow that I cannot be free?
Or be me?
What am I?
A wave passing by?
Or a rock so grounded that it cannot try?
Or ask why?
What am I?
Winter sun is yellow gold
Making mud run of melting snow
And Carolina clay is frozen hill
Where kids sled and play at will
Frosted sky with cotton cloud
In the eye of guy driving snow plow
He’s hard at work while we all play
All school kids search for snowy days
Lord I'm such so dry
dry grounds pure power powder
pour on me waters
~
I who was dry dirt
reaping heavens rain down pour
Lord Blessed I'm set
~
crescent dawning sprite
pour waters of heaven drench
wet my vessel Bless
2/12/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
When you arise from a fall
When I doubt the strain and you call
It’s been a long time; wow you’re now tall
Summaries & now we sum it all
What a good start it was, and now no goal
Look I am sorry I won’t come to the bowl
I have changed so much, look at you…
Its not us again, its not all
.
i were born'd tuh
spark
thuh flame
yourn
pink's
chameleon
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