Read all poems for sculpture. Autoplay next video. STATUESTHERE IS A STATUE IN MY MIND, IT WATCHES ME FROM WITHIN, IT WATCHES ME FROM WITHOUT.IT'S EYES SHINE A BEACON, AND IT'S VOICE TALKS TO ME, IN CONSTANT GUARD.IT IS MY GUARDIAN, IT ACKNOWLEDGES OTHER STATUES, EXCHANGES WITH THEM, STANDS TALL IN THEIR PRESENCE.IF WE COULD BE, BUT OUTSIDE OF OUR BODIES, WE WOULD SEE THESE BEACONS, FROM EVERYTHING THAT EXISTS, FOR EACH THING, HAS IT'S OWN STATUE.IT IS UP TO YOU, TO RECOGNIZE THE STATUES, THEY ARE THERE, Topic(s) of this poem: energy, soul, universe, you. Poems about Statues at the world's largest poetry site. statues there is a statue in my mind, it watches me from within, it watches me from without. Statues Poem by Barry Conway - Poem Hunter, Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 11, 2018. if we could be, but outside of our bodies, we would see these beacons, Ranked poetry on Statues, by famous & modern poets. POSIDIPPUS, Three Poems BILLY COLLINS, Greek and Roman Statuary MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI, To Giovanni da Pistoia When Painting the Vault of the Sistine Chapel WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA, A Greek Statue EMMA LAZARUS, The New Colossus ELLA HIGGINSON, The Statue WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, Michel Angelo in Reply to the Passage Upon His Statue of Night All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge... Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file). it's eyes shine a beacon, and it's voice talks to me, in constant guard. Sculpture poems from famous poets and best sculpture poems to feel good. The statues and demons laugh while playing with props “This requiem for the living, begins with a kiss” The statues said in a tone of voice I could not resist. Why did the people stare? The Statues by William Butler Yeats - Pythagoras planned it. His numbers, though they moved or seemed to move In marble or in bro Learn how to write a poem about Statues and share it! Most beautiful sculpture poems ever written. All while you swallow the nectar on your lover’s last breath.” Needles protruded my head And I watched as my love was torn There is no comment submitted by members.. © Poems are the property of their respective owners. His numbers, though they moved or seemed to move In marble or in bro Why did the people stare? “Our overture shall be a *****, a nail in the coffin; a death. Painting And Sculpture - Poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson . it is my guardian, it acknowledges other statues, exchanges with them, stands tall in their presence. This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.