Brick Poems

Brick poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of brick poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on brick are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Brick

Brick short poem

To build a wall Of a broken heart By an empathy hope To make a home In a world To live in together With freedom of rooms If it is needed Giving a space For unity in diversity When humanity

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Poems containing references to : Brick

The Higgledy-piggledy Nun

The Higgledy piggledy Nun short poem

From the higgledy-piggledy house Came Sister Andre the nun, Who dreamed of having a spouse So she could have more fun. She told her secrets to a field mouse That she also wanted a son, So she packed her blackest

Poem Of Sinners And Saints (v3)

Poem Of Sinners And Saints (v3) prose poem

Sinners hurt. While moonlight cracks open like a walnut, spreads soft light across open sky, they dart to alleyways, bury themselves behind their own trails shaking fists at the sky; hiding their nasty nonsense in shame, city buildings rattle their

American Dreams

American Dreams long poem

Roaring engines blow sand from the shoulder of a broken mirror, They scream into the night. Candy coats capture passing glances, The shine dances with a golden streetlight, Casting gilded dust over newly discovered worlds, Toledo and Boston, Chicago and

Came The Moths

Came The Moths long poem

The moths came in pitch darkness of that night towards the flickering flame of the candle I lit to cry all night to relive, from pain of stings inflicted by thousands of wasps, the yellow banded ones, wild and ferocious, the

At The Crossing Of Seven Winds

At The Crossing Of Seven Winds poetry books

Nature is wild and eagles and wolves will never be lovers. But certainly Poetry can overcome every obstacle and translates our dreams, desires, passions.. in images that evoke even a new, different Universe. It fulfills the very nature of Poetry

I Am Taxed Extra To Live!

I Am Taxed Extra To Live! short poem

A COMMON MAN LIKE ME, could not dream to live freely under the Sun and the Moon like this. It belonged to the rich…. It belonged to the politically aligned It belonged to the certain castes and communities, the minorities,

Fifth Grade Sailors

Fifth Grade Sailors short poem

The river only ran in the rain but being in Seattle that was often this was back before being wet was a hardship, there being no style we had old coats and arthritic umbrellas not even boots just wet feet,

The Garden Of Life

The Garden Of Life short poem

From a carpet of green, the colours emerge, as if untouched, since birth, by human hand. Some stretch towards the warmth of the sun. In a shaded corner, others rest in small space, unassuming. Some separate and spread themselves, climbing

The Old Vine

The Old Vine prose poem

The red brick wall was old and cracked, but still was strong and active; all covered by a tough old Vine that made the wall its captive. Each year in Spring, the vine grew leaves of green and tiny flowers,

Three Stanzas Inspired By Francis Bacon

Three Stanzas Inspired By Francis Bacon short poem

I painted a pitted brick wall whitewashed it with a sable round brush size 0 blotting out my memories in every rough pit a map of hell surely torture and death can’t last forever grinding lime tasting sweat snowblind I

Caffe Vita. Olympia, Wa.

Caffe Vita. Olympia, Wa. prose poem

Boundaries that keep me from you. Infinite space. We are in finite space. Spaces that grow and tremble and then contract and ripple Shattered by my brick like body, red from the sun and solid from the pressure of holding

Everything Goes Black

Everything Goes Black short poem

Young love comes to call only in the end to fall in the beginning like a river it flows in the bitter end like dried and cracked autumn leaves it blows It enchants you like the suns rays and hypnotises

Election Blues

Election Blues short poem

That’s it. I am never ever, ever, ever going out Ever again! Never. Why am I so awkward? Oh god everyone is laughing! Why me? A scarlet shade of shame If I cover my cheeks they’ll know I’m blushing. If

Abyss And The Body It Inhabits

Abyss And The Body It Inhabits short poem

A brick window, your name in between the cracks that light doesn’t dare to touch It’s fitting really, that you should be immortalized in secret like the hush of thunder; they hear but do not see you you have your

Wild Life

Wild Life short poem

Far away in a world of my own, lost and can’t be found Gone in a moment with the wind,top speed, heading for a brick wall A war in my mind as I try to unwind with a bottle of

Fractured Years

Fractured Years short poem

All you heartless bastards, what have you done? housing estates spat out for wasted generations; a life sentence of grey brick cells festering in long cemetery grass endless dead end roads lined by garbage dump back yards, playgrounds for fat

Do You Ever Step Out Of Line

Do You Ever Step Out Of Line long poem

Do you ever step out of line ? Go shopping with your pyjama bottoms on and no socks and shoes if I feel so inclined Do you ever step out of line ? Go wrestle a turtle in the deep

Relativity

Relativity short poem

The soft ticking Of several coasting bicycles Fills the streets. Kaleidoscope streetlamps Dance their light down to the pavement Through fingered trees. I almost wish cobblestones Lined the street. That way we could put our feet on my house And

A Sugary Morning

A Sugary Morning prose poem

Here is a sugary morning, but the rooster is still asleep. A dove with a bride’s dress is preparing to coo on a baked brick at the road from Damascus to Constantinople. At a wall standing between two doors, there

Judy Garland

Judy Garland short poem

Hollywood Angel, Somewhere over the rainbow And on down that yellow brick road through The years and stage to stage well That’s Entertainment Still going strong, although she’s been gone for So long her spirit still lives on… Like a

The Beauty Fades When I Am Not A Keats

The Beauty Fades When I Am Not A Keats short poem

The bygone art, a dead shrine; Thou not dead, thou live… shall live By art of carve that plays on and will it play Forever, timeless, in century’s lap The beauty, thou struck me a year back: So calm, so

Insanity

Insanity prose poem

(1) It is insane that while your heart jumps at evening on the strings of a harp, while your beloved lady’s hair flies with every breeze of jazz, while you wash up at morning under showers of gardens sounds, but

The Blind Walk

The Blind Walk long poem

Wondering through life blindly Looking for resolutions, that will certainly never come With no real direction, assurance or assistance Roaming aimlessly about through life Drifting here and there and to and fro Walking down dark hallways with no exits Stuck

The Many Muse

The Many Muse short poem

Her body is the ever-punctured typewriter Pricked by the fingertips of lovers and liars alike, Since brick has been put upon brick to build – She has been made into verse. She is laced in souvenirs, splinters of a dismantled

Remembering Adam!

Remembering Adam! short poem

No cure seems to work. Between absurd and wise, Lone he walks. It is a note on the timidness of a star, which couldn’t come near the earth. On the slope of a crater, a boulder stopped it. No laughter

To Be Wise

To Be Wise prose poem

What makes a person wise? Reaching for the skies? The schemes they devise? Or knowing life’s true prize? I’ve heard early to and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy and wise. If being wise is showing experience, good

The Friend I Have!

The Friend I Have! short poem

From where you came, that I never knew For you are one of the few You are the light that shines on the darkest night, Although it’s you with whom I fight, Repenting my follies, I know a broken glass

Faulkner Going Home

Faulkner Going Home prose poem

Faulkner writes at a New Orleans café Dust and floorboards with cockroaches Coffee like pain from the slave trade French rolls, wrought iron in the warm rain Spanish gables sigh like lost angels We are the immaculate children of Tolstoy

Listen To The Children

Listen To The Children long poem

The penetrating blast of the social disjunction makes it impossible for young people to function it seems as though grown men and women are playing a game of tug-a-war and we the children are the rope they yearn for our

Bird Song

Bird Song ode

I disappeared into the looking a birdsong I had stepped off the brick path and was kneeling in the dirt circumscribed in time and space kindness burning indifferent to my bliss the night full of clouds in the morning the

The Big Head Little Girl

The Big Head Little Girl short poem

She was four and I was six. We held hands and ate pixie stix. The big head little girl whom followed me around the corner. Soon we became friends. We held hands with skin like bricks. I cleansed her hands

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A Defeated Man

A Defeated Man short poem

The man that created me is old and defeated His paralyzed and tired body fights not to get discouraged Yet, with his inability to do any activity constantly is reminded That life is not so kind when you are disabled

Oblivion

Oblivion ballad

The Autumn wind blows Fall leaves flow Crunch dry asphalt Friend or foe Days pass Pages flip Time flies Broken ties Daylight wind chaff Deception so daft Flying against the breeze Near the still pond It will appease Fearing for

Willow

Willow short poem

A curse and a blessing, sometimes you lose, sometimes you win, somewhere between darkness and dawn a candle in the wind… I take it to the heart, I take it on the run crossing some crazy state line one more

Sorry

Sorry prose poem

You were broken down and I was bitter trying to find the answers but I still remained a sinner your pain was my game my mistakes were the chains sticking to your heart tighter than the veins I scream I

Crib Of Sun

Crib Of Sun short poem

He faked a letter to god and slept whole night. (Fallen in a creek from a moving train.) Indeed, he saddled himself with luxury of oblivion. The success around him was most obstinate. Pretending to condone the arthritis of social

Four Metaphors About The Moon

Four Metaphors About The Moon prose poem

I. My heart is a well within which clear waters rise if it rains, mixed with mud. The moon inside it grows and dwindles continuously. She breaks for me her bread, I share with her my water. The more dreams

Beauty

Beauty short poem

Who is that enchanting beauty appearing often in my dreams ? who is that fairy tale lady getting embedded in my heart ? Look at the sky which is bending down in appreciation of her Oh my Love ! Come