The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Poems about shaping (31 Poems)
Venetian Glass (Amy Lowell Poem)
As one who sails upon a wide, blue sea Far out of sight of land, his mind intent Upon the ...
Before a Midnight Breaks in Storm (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1903 Before a midnight breaks in storm, Or herded sea in wrath, Ye know what wavering gusts inform The greater ...
Endymion: Book I (John Keats Poem)
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
the missing (Suheir Hammad Poem)
the way loss seeps into neck hollows and curls at temples sits between front teeth cavity empty and waiting for ...
Broken Pieces (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Broken pieces chipped and cracked finding the hands of the potter round them converted, once more into supple clay giving ...
Shaped through their hands (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The cloud of witnesses those on our journey whom God has used potters to our clay God's will to affect ...
A chorus rising (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A chorus, all the saints creation, singing, a chorus rising singing your praises oh God for you, your glory that ...
Healing Our Brokenness (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
With us in our sorrow God beside us healing our brokenness that we may serve Shaping us at creation made ...
And He is the Potter (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
When we come to God petitioning our of our pain our lack of understanding the whys of life with no ...
Like the Potter (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like the potter with his hands on the inside and the outside of the bowl molding us, on the wheel ...
The Potter’s Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
In his hands the dust of the earth water from springs unknown from the ground gathered up held by the ...
my clay still wet (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
ever may I be able to proclaim my clay still wet still sitting on the potter's wheel feeling the touch ...
The Potter (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Imagining the hands of the potter what delicate mastery his artistry to reveal the eyes of the potter if we ...
The urgings of the potter (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
molded, transformed our form taking shape the push, the tug, the calling out the urgings of the potter his will, ...
Remaining new clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
After the molding, the shaping the creation of our lives the potter still there the firings, the heat, the flames ...
Loving the Work (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
With joy, a song in his heart the potter shaping the clay inert stuff of the earth molded in his ...
In Nature (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
in the touch of my daughters' fingers in the brush of our cats' fur in the swirl of leaves falling ...
Water Shaping Stone (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
His life changed, over time like water shaping stone, carving the rock with the force of a torrent, the crash ...
In a Dream Foretold (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It was in a dream foretold the miracle of the birth of the baby boy, the king born humbly, in ...
A Thud and a Squish (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The pastor had them enthralled, And us too, describing the Shaping of each of us, Using the words of the ...
Turn of the Wheel (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
His foot on the pedal, turning the wheel, faster, faster spinning the clay, the potter molding me, shaping me creating ...
Kneading the Bread (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The bread of life a metaphor for the living Son but think of the elements the wheat, the leavening, water ...
Syrinx (Amy Clampitt Poem)
Like the foghorn that's all lung, the wind chime that's all percussion, like the wind itself, that's merely air in ...
Dejection: An Ode (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
The Smile on the Face of a Kouros (William Bronk Poem)
This boy, of course, was dead, whatever that might mean. And nobly dead. I think we should feel he was ...
Roman Fountain (Louise Bogan Poem)
Up from the bronze, I saw Water without a flaw Rush to its rest in air, Reach to its rest, ...
A Grammarian’s Funeral (Robert Browning Poems)
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
O, We Are The Outcasts (Charles Bukowski Poems)
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
Three Women (Sylvia Plath Poems)
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...