Maker Poems

Maker poems bring the best collection of short and long maker poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great maker rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these maker poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on maker are here for you.

Clock Maker (v2)

Clock Maker (v2) prose poem

Solo, I am clock maker born September 22nd, a Virgo/Libra mix insane, look at my moving parts, apart yet together, holes in air, artistic perfection, mechanical misfits everywhere, life is a brass lever, a wordsmith, an artist at his craft.

The Violin Maker

The Violin Maker long poem

The Violin Maker awakes and heats his glue in a coffee can rigged on a hotplate. He is aged and stiff like his wood piles of it stacked and waiting spruce special ordered from Ohio oak pieces from a broken

Beauty Of Nature, Glory To The Maker

Beauty Of Nature, Glory To The Maker short poem

I looked at the night’s dark sky With the twinkling stars above, The magic they play to the eye Left me mesmerised. The Milky Way And the Great Bear; The shooting star And the pole star; All play their parts,

Destiny Maker!

Destiny Maker! short poem

Destiny maker: Where are you? In your own heart Inside of you….. Destiny maker: Who are you? I’m your own thought I am you….. Destiny maker How does it go? Plant your seed Watch it grow Do good deeds And,

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Pygmalion

Pygmalion prose poem

Here she gathers her flying hair into rocky curls. Her eyes blow away; fire, soil and air. Her heart bangs drop down, one by one, on the road. Her eyelashes melt into wax covering caves floors. Her stony dress waves

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Farmer’s Tale

Farmers Tale long poem

Tilling the Piece of land of his own had a Telling effect on his family as the life they lived was full of happiness and Peace Day and night of sweat and blood that he toiled seemed to him like

Flight 1122

Flight 1122 prose poem

Departing Sacramento, Ca. just past 7:00 AM PT on a nice Saturday morning, we headed for Chicago. All is going well as we take off, as the pilot soon announces that we will ascend up to 39,000 feet. I am

Human Heart And Cycles Of Change

Human Heart And Cycles Of Change short poem

Sun rises in east and sets in west, every month, moon appears and disappears, seasons come and seasons go, but heart rhythms are unceasing. Night comes and fades away- day arrives and gradually it disappears; in rain and in sun-

Human Nature

Human Nature short poem

What is it’s essence? Is it like a vulnerable, Hemingway-portrayed skiff being tossed about by changing waves of feelings, urges, yearning? Is it like a spoilt compass, it’s nervous needle half-trembling, rotating in illogical, unscientific, fickle-minded fashion, unable to be

The Mind

The Mind short poem

You are the most fickle thing of the world, You show the most amazing movie of the world, You are the game-changer of the world, Everything revolves around you in this world. Oh Mind! You are the ceaseless, the most

Let Me Bequeath My Fond Memories To You

Let Me Bequeath My Fond Memories To You long poem

Let me bequeath my fond memories to you Before I depart for the vermilion horizon Beyond the deep blue blur where the birds return at dusk… Memories of lazy winter afternoons beneath clear blue skies Rummaging through curious branches of

The Land And The Soul

The Land And The Soul prose poem

From my point of view, grandma was my pillar of love and strength Mother was a faithful wife, a loving homemaker, and a good hairdresser Daddy was a breadwinner, versatile entrepreneur, and plantation manager Jack, given to me when just

I don’t know, completely, but I….

I dont know, completely, but I.... long poem

I hate, I hurt, I pain, and I ache so deeply. I feel rage, angst, like a piece of dirt, so much of the time, I’ve also tasted the tenderness of love, I’ve heard the howls of hate, I’ve slept

Voices in my head

Voices in my head short poem

You know I hear a few voices in my head They call me by my name They want me dead I should feel ashamed they said But I didn’t listen to them I had you as a friend Hearing them

Beans To The Rescue

Beans To The Rescue long poem

5am, the vending machine rattles, groans, collapses Violently, I kick it, yell at it, shake it The green tea can is grinning at me, mocking me. A passerby opens his fresh can of beer he sees me desperate for a

The Shadow

The Shadow prose poem

I give you a shoulder to cry on, endless night talks, lamentations & worries, I have made your problems my burden, support both emotionally & physically, These four walls have seen it all, love, worry, regret & the thief of

Black And White

Black And White long poem

Black and white, our favorite colors I write to feel alright, but it’ s hard to write right, my favorite duress, its my plight and it lasts all through the night even during the day sometimes, even to date but

The Stars Are Breaking

The Stars Are Breaking long poem

Have I been born of a curse; Rehearse The station just burst, A hole through it first; So it is like to be at the mercy, of this jury decided on perjury. A trial without annihilating the evil inside me,

Religion As Philosophy

Religion As Philosophy prose poem

Great Maker beyond human knowledge. Our time is short. Our knowledge finite. Reality infinite. We struggle to understand. We create structure to make it so. We build and grow the best we can. It’s a struggle every day you know.

Welcome To Hell

Welcome To Hell prose poem

My demons found me Its so much hiding you can do before they get u so much running you can do before you get tired so much crying before u have no more tears left so much pain u can

Find The Way

Find The Way short poem

It takes a hard surface to sharpen a knife. Neither surface is willing to give. Difficulties sharpen the way we live. When they are overcome, life holds more to give. The number one is uncontested. Number two denotes conflict. The

The Last Guardian

The Last Guardian long poem

I don’t know who gave me the ability to take another life. And is one life worth another? Is it OK to take a life to save another? If that isn’t my decision to make then whose is it? And

On The Way To A Better World !

On The Way To A Better World ! long poem

I hid my face securely between the soothing palms of Mother Earth, And passed by, the world without caring, taunting and laughing, Some do stop just to ask, “Hi joker, feeling pity for your maker?”, But I stay as dead

Where Is Humanity?

Where Is Humanity? short poem

The grey-haired die of hunger, the children’s’ store full of food, While still breasting, death snatches her mom, She faces the wrath of her step-mother, what crime is she paying for? While still nurturing her infant, the shadow snatches her

Praise

Praise short poem

Praise Him because He is mighty Praise Him for He is worthy Praise Him for you are here to praise Him Praise Him for you are made to worship Him Praise Him, who gave his son for us Praise Him

Shinigami

Shinigami short poem

My notebook is ultimate power; My pen is my sword as I write the names of Earth’s human scum. Their faces flash through my mind. And soon they will meet their “maker.” God had told Abraham: “Thou shalt not kill.”

My Name Is December

My Name Is December prose poem

Hello dear one, I have been a long time coming, but believe me when I tell you, “It’s worth the wait”. More about that later, but my arrival is out of my control, as I have to wait my turn.

Charles Manson

Charles Manson short poem

darkness evokes the very fabric of his frame & gait a renegade for what he did to Sharon Tate 666 a following with Tex and the rest what was going on inside his head the walking dead tried to blame

House Of Eden, Forbidden Door

House Of Eden, Forbidden Door prose poem

Walking through my House of Knowledge I came upon a door. The words that ran across the top I had not read before. “Because I love you, you must not go behind this door, I beg you so. This house

Spiritualism And Humanism.

Spiritualism And Humanism. prose poem

What do you believe and why do you believe it? Our world has shaped who we are physically and spiritually. We are different colors, speak different languages and have different gods based on where we were born. The accident of

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Earth And Sky

Earth And Sky short poem

Earth one day looked longingly at blue vast sky and lamented , o my lover why so distant, don’t you understand my longings , reciprocate my feelings , I want you, meet somewhere, though people see horizon I find none

Scream

Scream short poem

And when she began to speak I opened her mouth just wide enough to look inside. Stretching her mouth as wide as I could get it without causing pain. I looked around directing her head in the light. Highlighting everything

Why?

Why? short poem

Why is it, That all around me People have flashes of inspiration, A seed that grows into something great, Something worthy of recognition? Why is it, That people I know Are so talented, so passionate That they’ve taken up their

Vibrations

Vibrations short poem

The battlelines were drawn. While drinking the sun I set myself ablaze A hooded dilemma of his kindness starts boiling in chaotic dissonance. A backlash stops a self-search. Who am I and why do I belong in the spinning of

In Memorium– Lest We Should Forget

In Memorium   Lest We Should Forget prose poem

Let us all bow , my countrymen In reverence, and gratitude To the memory of those bravehearts Who stood like an iron wall To defend the sanctity of Parliament The all faith shrine of democracy Despite death dancing around In

My Tears

My Tears short poem

I lay here collecting my thoughts My heart is hurt beyond lost Various moments I feel so alone Although I’m grown my pain deeply desires a home. Look pass my flaws, we all make unhealthy decisions God knows I gave

A Bone-deep Knowledge

A Bone deep Knowledge short poem

Untie my hour with the Mars I am burning and I am going to disappear in my words. An alienation of a healer in deep angst? What did you find in the night of confrontation? Will you be able to

Wasteland

Wasteland short poem

Corpses floating in the river A child slowing dying at the roadside Watching men unload massive sacks of rice She pleaded and cried Gunshots heard in the night Screams for mercy unheard The smell of death filled the air Lifeless

Loving A Street

Loving A Street short poem

A lead goes nowhere, a ladder, a snake, bloody steps; a city mourns, while blackened walls of a house search its owner. Shadows of grainy straws move under the eyes. Scent of nails bites bronze silence. Sips of cold statements

Dear Friend…

Dear Friend... short poem

The dawn is how you look, when the sun rises, you rise to help us, it’s you when we need, we call. For you are the one who fights for us,sometimes irrelevantly, these things of you make us all adore

The Olde Wooden Rocker

The Olde Wooden Rocker prose poem

The old wooden rocker was rustic and worn; no one could remember the year it was born. It rocked with one partner for decades of years but now it was silenced, and all were in tears. Its faithful old rider

Wax and wane

Wax and wane prose poem

Myth has it that the riches of the rich are good for all the people And such a fable has got so many performances that it’s easy To be swayed into thinking that it’s just the truth. But when I

Close The Circle

Close The Circle short poem

Why are you packing up for final journey? I am not getting the signals from the stars through the amnesia. The moon will rise on the desolate landscape of broken dreams A shudder gives away. You always pursued incompleteness. So

Not Unbeknownst

Not Unbeknownst short poem

I know what fire is, I’ve felt the embers within my heart So I know what desire is. I know what the weight upon my heart is, Everything feels so redundant now, So I know what sadness is. I know