Short Molded Poems
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We
who
are
molded by affection
of God,
8/6/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©
From base elements
A living soul was molded.
From this misty dust
The mother of the living
Was formed of his flesh and bone.
A mother like you
is a gem molded above...
sparkling Heaven sent.
For "Senryu for Mom" contest sponsored by Francine Roberts.
Lofty mast
Romantic blast
His replica cast
Paper flowers wilt fast
Will childhood memories last
A year and Sunday since he passed
We are but the clay into the hands of our Lord waiting to be molded into our final shape!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 March 2018
The valentine candy was old
It was covered with brown mold
She slapped his face hard
It gave him a hair part
Then put him in a nasty choke-hold
Twisting folding melting
Into cradled arms molded just for me
Safe and secure
No place I would rather be
Relaxing letting my mind run free
In my happy place
I have risen from the dust
I am covered in sins
But I am wash by His blood
I am molded in His love
And in only Him do I trust
I'm now changed born again
1/18/18
A plant in a pot so fantastic
I watered for months like a spastic
'till the day that I found
to its pot it was bound -
that plant had been molded from plastic!
Like fossils deeply implanted
Molded forever in time
Seared with years of living
Piercing creeping thoughts
Tripping over feelings
No perfect gait outlined
Like silhouette on the mind.
Form:
Oh, let my name be not Regret
That I held love unspoken yet
That I took it to a molded grave
And kept it close but never gave
5-26-20
Contest: Brian's Choice X
Sponsor: Brian Strand
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
Sum of life and stories,
of stories life's become,
of dreams concerning yesterday's,
work, and play, and run.
Left behind impressions,
molded in some way,
weaving into hearts;
although gone,
they stay.
Sculpture
Rounded, molded
Sculpted by God’s hands
Not made for the benefit
Of the hands of every man
You can look
But touches
Are not allowed
For I’m a treasure gem
Not a bruised piece of fruit
God made Man-Mud
Man is like mud
molded like clay water dirt
yet a soul/spirit
a breath of life encrypted
molded clay God creates life
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019
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
Saw a shooting star last night
I thought about making a wish
Thought about what i want
I held back having all i ever dreamed
I've grown to be a simple man
Many times molded like clay
In the moment happy for the day
i
wear the armor of the lord
faithfully
and
i
shall not hold
a broken sword
molded
into
my hands
steadfast
and
unshakeable
as
i
walkthrough
the
valley of death
in
the
glorious battle of faith
said i
Skin that has yet to be burned by the sun
A voice so new, words have yet to touch
Eyes that shine bright with wonder
A mind that endlessly ponders
Thoughts that have yet to be molded
My newborn son you truly are golden
Tell my enemies, that I feel no fear.
Tell them I was forged in oppression, watered in tears.
Molded by the bullets, that embraced my peers.
Tell them, my heart is of steel.
Tell them I am Kurdish.
Tell them, so they hear.
the sweet innocence of children
in the hands of their parents
to be molded by example
influenced day to day
eager for attention
curious nature
funloving
naïve
joy
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on March 2, 2020
its wood frame is flaking
the face reflected in the glass
is time-lagged
recognizable only
when molded
to a memory
tomorrow
i will strip the frame down
varnish it
polish the mirror
then sell it on
as a good riddance
Hot sun...Burning Earth...Molded from Red clay,Covered with Callichie,Cooked Hard
in the Sun. Strong with thought...yet, woman screams and not heard...Lonely, like the
mountain covered in snow...Hot Sun...Touch me and make me new.
I a lowly gentle moss,
Molded tightly to my tree,
Feel the morning's breathless wind
That cannot move me.
Licken licks here at my side,
We are a brave, young greenery pair.
We cozy down here, watching, waiting,
Home near the fairy stairs.
SHE'S FOR ME-
a special love for
such a beautiful woman
God has created and molded her so
anointed one of a kind
God special daughter
just for me
Septet poetry type
1/11/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022