Sawn Poems - Poems about Sawn

...I stand on leaves, dead My toes entwine skeletal remains of shells, bones, limbs and all stuff, dead. I sleep on cotton sewn from cotton buds, dead. My bed is hewn from trees sawn up, dead. The ......Read the rest...

...Each morn at dawn, we are reborn, then tendencies come into play, attachments which are not yet sawn, within feeble form made of clay. With ego cravings left behind, each morn at dawn, we are ......Read the rest...

...With each life breath ushering dawn, the past that once was, has been sawn, that playing the cards as they fall, outcome any, we stretch and yawn. Each pulse within, is God’s love call, remind......Read the rest...

...The sun smiled soft and warm on Franklin County, that late, summer day; whistling Yankee songs, the Troop marched south, past old Winchester Town; relaxed, yet keeping careful watch for un-horsed R......Read the rest...

... Sun says burn for others River says flow for the thirsty Trees say flourish for the freshness ......Read the rest...

...Slipping into dark night’s restful sleep We trust God we will awake at dawn Readied for a consciousness leap Fearing not onset of stupor’s yawn Recognising play of the Gunas three Layer by lay......Read the rest...

...??Wisdom of Solomon 13:11 KJVAAE?? [11] Now a carpenter that felleth timber, after he hath sawn down a tree meet for the purpose, and taken off all the bark skilfully round about, and hath wrought ......Read the rest...

... He whittled away A very large branch That in 6,000 days Was part of his ranch Yet not just the branch Or a tree or two He whittled a forest Full, through and through For this man and kn......Read the rest...

...tHE pLANER PARES AWAY THE ROUGH THINK IT'S HAd enough it's a model of perfection the planer differs from the sawn the printed instructions have been draw smooth surfaces who hast chorened ......Read the rest...

...It was a dark hole into an Aladdin's cave of old tools. A small window gave the only light and fell on a rough sawn bench wearing scars inflicted by years of use. Saw cuts, drill holes and the......Read the rest...

...Written in response to listening to Chopin's Nocturne Op. 9, No. 1 Heaven awaits me, fleetingly Captured in your sight I came alive, I am alive With a permanent vision Of a vanishing dr......Read the rest...

...Good New day dear one you have slept well And you shall arise with a a renewed fresh breath You will be encouraged in your somberness You well be strengthen in God there is no divis......Read the rest...

...My spirit has been ripped from its home, Scraped out of its most cozy cove, My mind and body having been its abode. Now I feel nothing but nothing, Oh how I wish that would leave me stinging. N......Read the rest...

...Once a Christmas The sun was blood red looked like a big wound on the flank of an elephant shot by poachers. Dripped blood on white, wholly cloud which slowly turns red as the bandage of a fat......Read the rest...

...Spring is sprung. Clouds of maple. Skies of pine. Red in green. Serviceberry understory. Spring is sprung. Skunk cabbage spathe. Black birch sap. Poplar flowers. Opossum tires. Spring......Read the rest...