Short Sculpturing Poems
Short Sculpturing Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sculpturing by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sculpturing by length and keyword.
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
Categories:
sculpturing, grandmother, grandparents,
Form:
Free verse
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.
Categories:
sculpturing, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
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.?
Categories:
sculpturing, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
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.
Categories:
sculpturing, night, surreal, time,
Form:
Free verse
Hideous cancer chisels away
With strange tragic sculpturing
And exposes dark flaws
heavy and black:
Inoperable, they say.
Ever present cigarette
Tenaciously supported
By shaking hand
and unfaltering need
Moved toward fried death
As wrenching cough spewed
Fire in weakened lungs.
A machine by the bed
Connected to tubes,
She wavers between
Sleep and reality
Fighting to hear
The voices around her.
Categories:
sculpturing, death, health, loss, cancer,
Form:
Blank verse