Acrylic Poems - Poems about Acrylic

...I want to swim in the golden rivers of your heavenly haven, wading through every swirl and twirl flowing in splendiferous streams. Taste of your warmth courses down ruffles within my ribs, pulsat......Read More

...("Incantations", 2014, original pen and ink and acrylic) The Way Light Changes There are times when the very fabric of reality changes; alters, loosens and expands, and for that matter......Read More

...("Simple Mind", 2011, original acrylic) For Bill A day spent with you actively dying Or rather in this case rapidly fading away Almost ten decades weighing heavy On all our hearts O......Read More

...Take AI’s verses and make them yours, fake wisdom through generated synonyms, stolen from the thesaurus of thieves. Maybe there are no pages for inkless minds that lack creativity, or may......Read More

...If twilight roses were reincarnated angels, they would carve zillion destinies with feathered letters, flickering with butterfly glitters, adhering glossy wings of rosemary balm to invisi......Read More

...the fanciest sleeping sun I have ever seen is sitting on a fence outside, in my meadow green. I love everything about her, she has an acrylic sheen. Shh! Be quiet or you’ll wake her said my friend......Read More

...Dreamscape of daffodils Designed in acrylic Depicts saffron smeared faith Dawning of balmy views Deep pink and purple hues Drifting through musky air Darling, you'll find me there......Read More

...Tonight my ink is mute and this quill rests in silence. I’m searching for the perfumed poem you’ve placed in my aching soul, when I found a home within your aesthetic embrace, whilst, the hone......Read More

...Elephant-like chests On green-grey hillock Grass grows like hair-crests Scenes seem idyllic A bridge, built like nests Art on acrylic...???......Read More

...My Stockholm syndrome crosshatch strokes across my rickety easel lavish lavender blends of oil and spice dye this powerless infant catapulted into a cradle – the dead center of a clandestine ci......Read More

...Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber, But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. I sense a wince remind itself, Of what it means to be, Instead to ......Read More

...At the beach I follow the sand like the water follows the seashore cool wind in my face, the sun at my back, all the world is an Apple Conversations with Angels and God's of the Universe are e......Read More

...Outside in the garden an acrylic blue dragonfly takes my breath away, she is pinned on treated wood, a reminder of my mother's skillful hands Many a morning I played with my tea set on a dew fi......Read More

...A bruised heart scorned, sacred vows of a saint, sorrows of unrequited lover's—art, is what you paint—I Am A Models Likeness Hues of magentas and white acrylic silky spells Vibrant ......Read More

...Acrylic paint and dust. I can taste sunlight. Hear wind-chimes that have not been invented yet. That have already disintegrated into the deserts of the apocalypse. I am at home in this living roo......Read More