Workshop Poems - Poems about Workshop

...A hands-on workshop was such fun In Montreal today. We made real bagels, all from scratch In a yummy, local way. Our teacher made us feel at home (Makes sense - he lives there, too!) As, pat......Read the rest...

...a certain rhizz an essential charm that provides a way to speak the quality and level of one's appeal and star value. The zhuzh is minimal and often is unspoken due to the maturity and prof......Read the rest...

...Thoughts are workshop mill Knowledge is in the corner A grocery thrill.......Read the rest...

...PUBLICATION In this digital age Our thoughts bonded together, though ever apart TWITTER quick thoughts cut short POETRY SOUP will test the best Pleasant peo......Read the rest...

...Finding peace in the things I do So many things not enough time Aspirations are what I view Like a mountaineer ready to climb Motivated by the things my mind sees moving quickly yet stop on a ......Read the rest...

...Kimo, haiku, couplet Expectations Under Wraps on Christmas Eve wild hammering and disciplined screwing of elves in Santa’s workshop - will toys be fiddled with… an exotic sleigh an......Read the rest...

... A jolly old elf named Nicolaus had all the elves in a frightful fuss he played with the toys for good girls and boys and left the workshop in a big muss......Read the rest...

...His workshop looked neat. Unlike many others who prefer dusty feat His tools are arranged in order. Within a tool-line with a border He took one at a time. And placed back in a manner sublime. ......Read the rest...

... In the workshop of my waking hours, I am the maker of my own day, Crafting moments with a DIY attitude, Twisting fate's threads with hands unbound. At 6 AM, I pick up my tools, Coffee ground......Read the rest...

...I have told this story, a long time ago in a different way. Because its true I would like to tell it again today. It’s a new poem, the story is old, so tell me what you think. This time I relate i......Read the rest...

...As a child, I loved to watch Grandpa build. His basement workshop, was filled with tools. Tools hanging on every wa......Read the rest...

...In shadows of the night, I ponder deep, Why does this emptiness inside me creep? I'm just a girl, lost in this vast sea, Searching for answers to set my soul free. The world whirls by, a chaoti......Read the rest...

...I'm insane and I'm proud of it I'm a poet and crazy I don't want a cure every argument is valid, always read me even a workshop manual can be poetry......Read the rest...

...Walking along a path through forest’s green, a clear running stream where I can fish. A porch swing to sit and watch nature’s scene, that is the heart of my Missouri wish. Strolling through a t......Read the rest...

... In a time past there was a little girl, and though quite sad she liked to swirl and twirl; she lived with Grandma in an attic room, it was pretty but she was full of gloom. Mom w......Read the rest...