Gogh Poems - Poems about Gogh

...Sunbaked brick, a rosy hue, Straw roof, a tangled, golden nest, Big blue blanket, sky so high. Two dark shapes, a silent pause, Shadows stretch on dusty ground, Blooms like scattered bits of j......Read the rest...

...I’m sitting on my lawn chair Outside the night is cool I hear the trees swaying The breeze chills my skin It knocks on my hippocampus Am I here or where it blows? Breeze, you are timeless Fr......Read the rest...

...When my earthquakes everything I'm trying to circus balance on my last ounce of positive will the Jenga begins to fall But there are a couple of things that calm me down before the rubble of anxiet......Read the rest...

... When I look at my life I can’t believe how often I am struck… by how fortunate I’ve been to have such rotten luck! Rotten luck to be born with faulty vision… how my eyes, without glasses, blur......Read the rest...

..."The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic Shine to me." Ralph Waldo Emerson, Greek Poet Who is always there, through the good times and bad? Who welcomes me when I'm happy, when I......Read the rest...

... Angels are unable to handle these 'Sylvia Plath' sorrows, hiding their halos - mute to my concerns. Love has abandoned me, left me to decay in an open grave, where flesh eating insects ......Read the rest...

... “Some Other Poet, White Iris” When I look in the mirror what do I see? I question existential questions and fiction, my eyes are the eyes of another staring back at me, ......Read the rest...

... "Artificial Iris" Orwell was lurking in the background, somewhere; the dream was eerily familiar, the words and their meanings, read in Syntax, once read between pa......Read the rest...

...Yesterday I was no very different from today that has been an important learned lesson I heard an old song of Billy Joel which now I understand a little bit better... Sometimes I look at the l......Read the rest...

...(I only thought about becoming a serial killer) I am laid back even when Standing on the loped off shoulders Jereremy the ant Jeff the ant All the j Auntie dissed establishment tarry I lik......Read the rest...

...Vincent van Gogh colourist often with yellowed orange did insist In manic depressive mood swings this painting* was his last fling......Read the rest...

...Your room has one bed and only one chair. You’ve only one life and only one ear. Rise up, rise up from your hospital bed. Don’t heed what the good Dr. Gachet said. Go to your window, see the s......Read the rest...

...When I pen lines, fresh thoughts of Vincent van Gogh strike me! How, with palette and brushes, he breathed life's scenes onto blank canvases long ago: coasts, countrysides, sunflowers, a......Read the rest...

..."How lovely yellow is! It stands for the sun." - Vincent Van Gogh Yellow is the puddle of sun on the lawn; Yellow is the dandelion daring to roar. Yellow are the giggles of children at pla......Read the rest...

...I catch myself sometimes almost wonder who I am like when a word suddenly doesn't make sense it's familiar but wrong when did I age? I'm looking out from too far aw......Read the rest...