Acrylic Paint Poems - Poems about Acrylic Paint

...october brushed by in the midst of an october sunrise bearing splashes of colors beyond description like a thick acrylic paint mixture crimson with cadmium yellow thrown…scattered ......

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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 li......

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...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......

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...Ebony braids, moon misplaced Indigo inferno flames Speckled iris, abstract face Drowsy eyes, acrylic paint Haunted ash tree, trailing bleak Torrid patchwork women faint Pigeons perch on......

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...For Christmas I want fuzzy warm socks. Everyone knows it, and they are affordable. So people can keep their big money for their children’s gifts. If you have homemade fudge, of course I want tha......

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...When I was fifteen I had a soggy heart “Paint what it feels like” So I painted my heart, dripping in sorrow The cheap acrylic paint left their printer paper as soggy as the heart I had made I’m ......

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...Over the ocean in a far away land, My lover sits with a steady hand. Splashing lashings of acrylic paint; Upon a surface with no restraint. He smudges, swirls and smears it in, Traditional art w......

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...Green on my fingers, pink and purple too. Acrylic paint lingers, Ah! There is red and blue. When I paint I’m such a mess, Ruin my clothes every time. Outer beauty must confess. Truly hidden......

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...I have garden loving hands. Painters hands. A poet's hands. Ink-stained, acrylic paint splotches, dirt under my broken and split fingernails. Here I sit, observing today's experiences on my......

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...if you wanted to dance with me i mean really wanted to dance with me then i would i would dance with you if you needed me to walk on water i would stand there until the lake froze then i woul......

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...Do I want to only look at new ones, never been used, or is that a too restrictive market, too competitively priced for virginity of place and relationship on Earth? And, is such redemptively-int......

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...he was the crusty cocoon covering the caterpillar boneless, yet filled with vibrant life, and belittling the very source of her security, and the sacrifices the casing made to transform frailty and u......

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...I was painting – a painting painting – and when that right moment arrived I went deep into the manic time, the flying zone. For those readers who have never gone flying, let me tell you it is the......

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