Construction Poems - Poems about Construction

I build it, Brick by crooked brick Hands stained in chaotic dust Particles of my own reckless creation Every choice, a hammer blow Every thought, a shifting beam I lay the foundation, without plan The pulse of impulse Guiding me toward ruin My chaos rises tall A monument to my undoing Each flaw etched into the walls The whisper of doubts I ignored The scaffold sways side to...

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We were playing a game on the way to school of naming things we could see (a game of concentration apparently, clapping was involved). As we were passing a construction site I said "two by four" and surprised myself. Of course it's actually toobafou if I'd wanted to sound like an expert. I was briefly...

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My mind, body and spirit are under construction right now. The only people allowed to trespass is myself, me, and I, the worker of self. Only I am qualified to get this job done....

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Construction and Destruction.. No separation No between.. It's not knowing What seems as Knowing of the Arising and disappearing In sequence with elation And despair......

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Ode to unpaid labor...

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May your mind reset , so you can see others like they really are. Unique complexes units May your anger turn into a passion, an unstoppable creative power May your heart realize the real necessity of people. The comunication and living. May your ideas go so deeply in your life you destroy the commom sense of reality. May...

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It’s about to explode, ready set.. there’s such stability in chaos; So wild the part of you that’s free; Atomic part of you blown free takes root and slowly starts to set; Careful the construction of chaos; Discounting the structure in chaos, naive to that serving core of ‘Free’; Supernovas have an unstable set; Just let go and set the chaos free....

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Every road is closed backtracking to find a way to my parents house...

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The fate of man is well renown And as our future tumbles down We the ones that time soon will cast Are left with memories of the past Those guilty of death's construction Orchestrate our mass destruction So here we sit and wonder why As all our hopes and dreams pass by...

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A coworker and I stand along a lone Nebraska highway far from home. I stand on one end of a work zone- a co-worker stands on the other communication by walkie talkie to direct traffic as it comes and goes. A road that’s broken must be made whole as life bubbles forth from underground streams in an unfamiliar place. Work inches forward until the sun bleeds into the sky when night conversations friendships...

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The sign you hold: a) says either stop or slow b) is a matter of perception c) makes for moments of conversation d) is a pause in time When one lane is closed: a) cars must stop and wait for others b) another lane...

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They left me in the woods…a simple game of hide-and-seek, only there was no reciprocation. I’ve been here for so long, the imprints my knees have made are now pools of mud from the rainstorm that swept through a little bit ago. My shirt has been reduced to torn fabric after an encounter with a...

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(My late father was a construction worker.Remember him on Father's Day.) The construction workers with Sweating foreheads Dry throats Burning skins Blinding eyes Struggle to build An air-conditioned roof Under the sun For you and especially for you While themselves Working at a place Without a fan or an air conditioner But under a burning sun Hanging from a roof called the sky...

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construction again woodpecker found the metal hammering away Heidi Sands 5/10/22...

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the personification of maturity that gradually takes shape obeys the rite of ancestral paradigms it was already anger, rebellion and hate as if the fact of avoiding the sun stop him from meeting it's fate every caterpillar on the flower sleeps worm and wake up butterfly and going back is impossible see the dark squall that floods the land and then paint it green contrasting with...

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