Canvas Poems - Poems about Canvas

...At the end of the day, I pour my soul into these words, they say, These scars, they tell stories of my past, But they don't define me, they won't last. It's been a journey, finding joy amidst ......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...

...Listen to how silence sings in the crypt of the forgotten soul, Each echo, a devotion at the unseen altars of solitude. We, travelers in an indecipherable odyssey, shadows on the walls of the caver......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...

...ocean and sky blend together painting the canvas with waves and clouds forgetting stars......Read the rest...

... Your flushing face winsome in the wild wind, the ebony strands of hair insolent, flutter unbridled. Some swirl squally, threading the gushing gale, on the ivory forehead their lattice capture......Read the rest...

...No War No Protest! Colors of red, green, black, and white spread on the east side of one campus On the other a wave of white, and blue stars A flock has gathered The atmosphere seems peaceful......Read the rest...

...History awaits for it's train to the past. The future awaits for it's train to the present. History blows a kiss of comforting memories. You linger on to History, Yet History is quick to board hi......Read the rest...

...If tears don't run salty into the bowl of lentils of life, you don't know the seasoning of pain, It's just a breeze, a transient wind over your infinite fields of indifference. When you weep, tasti......Read the rest...

...On the pathways in the valleys, where the sun weaves with the eaves' shadows, April's flickers spill to adorn the pale oases. Winter's shadows are extinguished, broken in the wait for buds to bloom......Read the rest...

...Betrayed by love, I sip the bitter nectar you provide, A chalice transfigured from black ink, your verse a river, infernal. The burn grows in my throat, no choice do I have, I cannot flee, Each gu......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...

...Would you cover me in hydrangeas of healing, when cold is the heavy air I breathe, alone without you, beside me? O’ magnolia-chime, melodiously ricocheting~ above silent fields of Swarovs......Read the rest...

...In the shadows of his presence, I stand, A mere silhouette in his commanding hand. His voice, a symphony of authority, Conducting the movements of my reality. In the tapestry of his desire, I'm......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...