Terracotta Poems - Poems about Terracotta

there is a crack in everything that’s where the light gets in or eternal waters to soak up sorrow and flood fertile grounds solid meaningful foundations at least and at last he did not submerge his pain in distilled spirits instead took a path and commitment to a spiritual solution a seeker one day at a time when he finally surrendered...

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Relaxing brown tiles beautiful...

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The Terracotta Army is the most amazing discovery ever Carved in 210 BC, consisting of 8000 warriors, a creation so clever What is so totally amazing An accomplishment so spirit raising How it was achieved is a mystery, an amazing endeavour...

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Orangey, burnt almond hews color the horizon; as Sol's chariot like a spent ember, glows amber; inking infinite ice crystals with a coppery terracotta ocher; as it arches and sets....

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We drove all day on dusty roads to Xian in the Shaanxi province to see the clay men. The army is deployed in large archaeological pits. Our guide, a Chinese beauty, marshals us from the front like any good general. Her voice is a dulcet lagoon in this desiccated place. We all notice that her silk cheongsam clings to her embroidered, peach of a bottom. The...

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Persona non Grata That Is Terracotta Seems to be persona non grata, Having a head that is terracotta; Lump of lard, And head hard; Likes sandwich cheese with tomato. Jim Horn...

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The Terracotta Army is the most amazing discovery ever Carved in 210 BC, consisting of 8000 warriors, a creation so clever What is so totally amazing An accomplishment so spirit raising How it was achieved is a mystery, a totally amazing endeavour...

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Alabaster pillars reach to heights I’ve never known Marble indentations feed the facets which have grown Carved before the spectacle that time forgot to keep Oh these ancient sites I find my mind decides to reap Sculpted statues stand there looking down with faces stern Painted garments scaled off overgrown by grass and fern Dwarved I dwell among the mute no figments of my mind Looking at me with...

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Bits of our hearts~ Given with ease~ The terracotta~ Crumbling and unwanted~ Chained gates~ No fashioned keys~ ©2016_ Andrea Travis...

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Terracotta oil lamp, nearly two millennia balanced in the palm of my hand An archaic flashlight for some Mesopotamian householder Hands over centuries transferring it from one owner to the next And to think that in its newest state, a sleepy flame from its spout Cast a glow upon a bed, a table, a wife’s face, a scroll or...

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