Short Monument Poems
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snow covered gravestone
monument to lost childhood
cold harsh memories
abandoned hope, love and dreams
never a Christmas blanket
The 'I am' Giotto of Poliziano
a monument to the artist ego
He claimed his art equalled poet Dante
only recitation & contemplation can say
Hero’s monument
well-known historic setting
the park’s attraction -
a new edifice looms high
an eyesore in the backdrop
14 April 2018
Wall
of
reform,
carved in stone-
four statues...just men !
http://www.sacred-destinations.com/switzerland/geneva-reformation-monument.htm
Ink quills and vellum
Sensitivities on rags
The bard's monument
For Mr. Brian Stand's contest:
Poetry of the Noun
Monument Valley,
you whisper going through
HOPING IT WON’T HEAR
HOPING IT WON’T HEAR
Whatever you say
—never to be enough
(Duchesne Utah: June, 2008)
On this Rock
shall be built
an eternal monument
On this Rock
shall be placed
a welcoming shelter
On this Rock
our righteous beliefs
shall stand strong
Have a great birthday, Eireen Joy,
There is a proverbial statement;
It is easier to destroy
Than to build a huge monument.
Topic: Birthday of Eireen Joy G. Amo (March 29)
The monument was stone --
actually marble, somewhat
more affluent. The writing
was calligraphy, carefully
chiseled by a fine hand.
The occupant was dead -- All the same….
Flora in a portrait style
In his unique botanic file
A tribute to von Linne,
Robert's liftime stint-
This monument in print
Tribute to Temple of Flora by Robert Thorton (1768-1837)
In those days they were not in a hurry to vacate the planet,
My ancestors and their global friends
Life was to them a health monument in granite
And they lived on and on and on with welds.
To write and wander
among the spires
Her mystery ancient,
each look inspired
The sand the measure
of all between
What’s in my soul
—and unforeseen
(Monument Valley Utah: September, 2021)
She is deaf
He is blind
An aged couple
Now, neglected
And abandoned by
Their ‘’KIDS’’
She sees for him
He listens for him
Beggars are they now
Just for living
A living monument
For love and negligence
A man clad in mystery,
history would learn
His face on the mountain,
immortality earned
A man from tomorrow,
reliving today
Intrepidly fated
—truth on display
(Crazy Horse Monument: May, 2008)
Holding the pencil
In my hand
I tighten it
And lift in over my head
Towards heaven
With love and anger in my heart
I thrust it downward
Lead first
Into the earth
Until it stands free
One with the earth
A monument
the air is thick in
cold breezes beneath below
zero yonder winds
~
blows blizzard constant
chills and ever so monument
snow storm covers Us
1/27/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Cemetary Turned Into
The next thing before we all knew
Cemetery ridge had turned into
Never understood what this meant
There were tombs near a monument
So sad and lonely was silent view.
Jim Horn
Onto next one.
I want to ride
Like Captain Nathan Brittles of the US Calvary
As he rode through Monument Valley
To fight the Indians
When it was easy to tell
The good from the bad
And John Wayne was the man.
© Paul Warren Poetry
From the brightest flash of exultation, to self strewn webs of sorrow
A passion of sparkling content, a heart unbearably hollow
Relive every sensation, ponder every sentiment
One pencil and a notebook can create a monument.
Peace , peace.
I desire to live you always
wonderful sculpture,
alive...
I do not have you
sepulchral monument,
dead in life ...!
the surge is thick in
cool breezes beneath below
zero yonder winds
blows blizzard constants
chilling ever monument
snowstorms covers us
1/26/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Hear now what I say to thee;
Lovely fragrant Christmas tree;
Grown up in the soft brown earth;
Fill your destiny by rounded girth;
With season’s finery on every bough;
For our memories now allow;
A monument of our Savior’s birth;
Holding the pencil
In my hand
I tighten it
And lift it high over my head
Towards heaven
And with love and anger in my heart
I thrust it downward
Lead first
Into the earth
Until it stands on its own
One with the earth
A monument
Art reshapes all matter
Wistfully finding spirituality
And meaning in re-creativity.
Journey to monument
Of imagination opens
The door to
Personal insight
Not a test, no correct rejoinder,
We all interpret according
To our own wisdom.
History’s unpopular these days,
No one cares where Blues shot Greys,
Or where the tons of cannonballs were kept.
Union marker stands aloof, alone,
Monument of bronze and chisled stone,
And students giggle where the Northern troops once swept.