Brush Poems - Poems about Brush

...Listen to them chatting away in the room, voices spitting colors on the wall and painting a true story about them all. Everyone has a palette arranged with different colors in a unique manner and......Read the rest...

... From His startling brush, blaze stars, We save them like fireflies in jars, Ours are in photos or memoirs, Played in songs by clever guitars. From His light, flow blessings galo......Read the rest...

... It’s a peculiar feeling, isn’t it? To be one of 8 billion. To surely be the one and only soul to have unique experiences, immersive suffering, triumphs— Ha. A peculiar feeling to be sure, to......Read the rest...

...Time to be respectable I live in two homes in my mind I’m both Frida and Diego Like me, they lived in Twin Houses The tortured me lives in the blue one The elephant in the red and white ......Read the rest...

...neglected fruit trees moss covers old water trough ivy climbs through fence *My grandfather was always outside cleaning the brush away and now that he's passed it's just left undone.*......Read the rest...

...Through bustling city streets, I fear no harm. In twilight's hush, Verses speak, in whispers brush, Guiding souls in daily rush, shepherd's care. In life's' complex maze, the staff still sway......Read the rest...

... "Hieronymus Dipped" The neurochip sucked me like a lollipop ... mind first into the dream, squeezed my thoughts out like tubes of candy coloured toothpaste all over t......Read the rest...

...Quote: “To fathom hell, or soar angelic, just take a pinch of psychedelic” -- H. Osmond In the realm of metaphors, where words take flight, A kaleidoscope of colors, a psychedelic delight. Li......Read the rest...

...Does the feasting of a little cat make a tiger strong? Does the fasting of a tiger make a plump kitten weak? Is fasting a righteous rite? Is feasting morally wrong? Isn't the cleanliness of the he......Read the rest...

...Clever. In a way only a person can be. When she would try to sneak our human food. Loving. When she would place her paw on my hand. If she had fingers, I bet she would clasp them into mine. Th......Read the rest...

...The Flower and the Butterfly In the subtle softness of dawn’s embrace, A tender flower reclines upon her garden bed, Enshrouded in the veil of morning mist, Which caress her form like the softe......Read the rest...

...We, the generation of '50, Time-travelers with stardust in our hair, with memories planted in pockets, Rooted in decades embraced by change, souls adorned with the dawn of the post-war world. We s......Read the rest...

...Her fur used to fly. She used to fly. From the floor to the couch. Once she settled- We’d brush. For years, it was full and youthful. Then it was falling out in tufts, So we’d brush more gent......Read the rest...

...three dimensioned facade incorporating the commonplace flotsam & detrius of the every day brush hand &chisel of conscious ......Read the rest...

...Winter's subtle brush and Spring's balmy stroke On ragged frost to glossy flowers Will on with the heaven's wheel go— A passing through your new older hours, The sun's condolences, for dark power......Read the rest...