Acrylic Poems - Poems about Acrylic

Colored pencils Pastels Sticks of chalk Too light for me Water colors Doing what they want Dribbling all over the page Wild and free Oil paints Vividly beautiful Take too long to dry I am too impatient Acrylic paints Give me fluorescent colors I have black lights They make me happy...

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I take a step back and look at my canvas with inches of acrylic paint piled on as a result of trial and error. Something is off. Are the tones mismatched? Why is it unbalanced? Do I no longer like the subject matter? I bite at my nails, I bounce my leg, my eyes dart from corner to corner. Did...

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Frozen stars in the shadows of changing seasons, the pain of love engraved in acrylic gold Swirls through the sunlight, draped in somber mists, the echo of endless memories Of a timeless love story, I feel the frozen sigh of a suffering sunset While the warm mustard dew of shifting fog gently caresses the sapphire fringes of silent...

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This is a lil tribute for our beautiful 'Ink Empress' as a token of gift, on this special sunrise, as it's her Birthday today ~ She has been the guiding light for my heart and soul, in my darkest phases as she has always been there for me, emotionally, and supported me through everything.. She's...

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I am an acrylic painter who cannot live without a variety of greens. Green grass, green trees, green leaves, green moss, green clover. I thought I was out of my favorite color of green yesterday. My muse said “what about that box of green paints behind you?” This saved me a trip to the store for there were three...

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Just a simple dancer with a single voice. A single trail of footsteps A secret path to the sky. Ballerina ~ When rain keeps falling like diamonds my muse is finally awake, If I fill my whole world with glitter, A single shine is all it takes. Glitter ~ There was a time: when we were younger when we flew in all our dreams. Much time...

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A shooting star is a blue orchid. At a Christmas party. But never in a fur coat. That would not be operable would it. Nevertheless a swinging peacock could disco dance in radiating beams from a single lamp. Heaping custard onto a crocus in a garden tent. How wise. How adoring. Scorn not a soldier...

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