Brush Up Poems - Poems about Brush Up

... all night too plan would I be their tortured for another day their shapes trickling from the edges of the fire See I magine a group of shadows gathered round a fire I am weird cause no......Read the rest...

...I miss you Michael a really great friend When I dropped by your flat you got me high Gave me game DVD’s to the end Brain cancer killed you, so sorry good bye You were on a morphine drip to ki......Read the rest...

...In spring's tender embrace, buds awake, Whispering secrets, the Earth feels a shake. Leaves arrives with its fiery glow, Fields of gold, rivers aglow. A spring brush paints the world in hues, ......Read the rest...

...You lips so close, so promising awe-inspiring inviting enticing If only... I sigh I die to everything else but this wondering... ah....wondering... what it would be like to touch ......Read the rest...

...During finals week, I’d spent days on various reports and papers, scribbling in the margins of notes and books, checking facts, revising flashcards and prepping with friends. I’ve an unshakable faith......Read the rest...

... There is a sense of trespass on this frost enameled morning as I leave my footprints graffitied across the white grass, sending the noise of every step to crunch my presence into a wide, f......Read the rest...

...the mirror don't lie long strands sway as I brush them tinsel gray shines bright......Read the rest...

...The sun has brung out a low spinescene against the brush housing thrush and pheasants My father moves as death, silhouetted A proper Shropshire lad I hang my neck In shame and solidarity. The ......Read the rest...

... How does a Wallenda fly on a trapeze How does ‘Houdini’ escape with such ease How does a warrior rise from his sickbed Is it courage of the heart or that of the head H......Read the rest...

...I set up an easel in the shade of my beach umbrella. Wanting to paint by the morning light, I dabbed colors onto the palette...sea foam green, azure, titanium white, and ochre. ......Read the rest...

..."The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Carl Sagan ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We’re all stardust, remnants of Divine Magnetism and celestial fi......Read the rest...

... Vivacious incandescent longing blushes buoyant, spreads spectrum of fervor in the sanguine skies. Spring-suffused beguiled brush paints to enchant, portrays chromatic contours of cravi......Read the rest...

...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...