Acrylics Poems | Examples

Polly Pure Paint

Polly Pure Paint was a painter cat with rainbow eyes.
She loved acrylics and watercolors, she had so many supplies.
Her studio was full of glitter paints and copper cogs and wheels too.
She had a steampunk side, that embodied her art through and through.

The Child Won't Paint

"He won’t paint", cried out the Father
suspecting a flame of genius
in the toddler’s eyes.

The painterly parent bought paper, acrylics,
oils, brushes, chalks, and crayons,
not even a finger painting emerged.

The child steadfastly refused to paint.

The father pleaded:
“For the glory of God why not paint!”

His offspring only turned away
to suck a thumb.

Months past…years.
The child grew to be a sullen teenager.
He began to write poetry – and such woeful,
doleful poetry!
Exclamation marks rose up in heaven
as thick as bamboo forests.

His father read them, his face grew ashen
with a sickly alarm.
The poems spoke of phantasmagorical visions,
hordes of screaming demons, dismembered
herds of hapless humans.
Abysmal were the visions the boy unleashed
from his newly erupted consciousness.
Presentiments flew up from the pages
as horrid as the blood-red dragons of Hades.

Upon reading his son’s latest works
the father exclaimed:
“For God’s sake, NEVER paint!”

He took the young man for long walks in the country,
forced him to join a local soccer team,
suggested a military career,
alas

the boy began to paint.

Cabernet Valentine

“Cabernet Valentine”



Oh my sweet silent Valentine veins flowing life
Secrets are meant to be kept my obedient wife 

Luscious ruby mouth perked open for kissing 
Shouldn't be too many acrylics inside missing

Most special day of the year celebrated lovers
Jack-o'-lantern face that is loved by mothers 

You were stunning under your sexy lace negligee
If you hadn't screamed maybe you wouldn't be ugly

Silken raven strands stained in cherry hemoglobin 
Pink blush cheeks smeared in tears, eyes bulging

Ivory smooth porcelain milky taste surprise banquet 
Suckling any precious cell of Cabernet bled droplets

Scarlett pooling in pockets slumber is coming soon 
My darling cast your eyes ‘pon our starlit pale moon

With this dagger I placed unto thee sealing eternity
Draining remaining heartbeat writhing in burgundy

My quiet Angel sprawled over long stemmed roses 
A conclusion too St Valentine's holiday now closes


The Punk Poe…
   Always Be Punk…
Always Be Drunk…
   (On Poetry)

I paint with Acrylics

I paint with acrylics
Oils are more vibrant;
But I have no patience
For letting anything dry

Watercolor is uncontrollable;
This is too close to my own personality
I cannot fathom the enjoyment of watching the paint take over
Doing what it wants when it wants, like my dogs and children.

Using neon paints I paint dwarfs, faeries, pixies, dogs, cats
Mushroom houses, igloos, teepees, pirate ships
Pirate queens, sexy cartoon women, witches, and castles

Painting is my always-always-land
It was an accidental hobby, inspired by a nine-year-old granddaughter
I decided to ”waste”one canvas when she begged me to paint with her.
Sixteen hundred canvases later, I reach for my paints.

my obsession with cartooning and painting

cartooning relaxes me
I love doing it
a precursor to my paintings
I adore acrylics
fluorescents entice me
fuchsia, orange, green, red, blue,
anything that dazzles under a black light
I never work on one painting
My studio is a messy mess
encouraging me to work on ten at a time
Yesterday I realized I have twenty-six waiting
without a drop of paint
I am working on twelve.
How long can this obsession last?
So far, it has been a steady ten years

Psychedelic Aspiration

Written: January 06, 2023
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Nighttime hypnotic dreams flow
a starry heart swirls
heavenly sequins sparkle,
gold moonlight reflects off crystal seas
an evening full of wonder
an exquisite tapestry, a secret story,
pure opal-colored mist
as you moonwalk, be astounded.
 
A whispered melody carries
the allure of a summer night
pearly moonlight falls on trees,
a gleaming breeze-kissed track
lucid, synchronized star trails
floating akin to a precious gem
origami nebulae with avid care,
sparks seldom appear quiet
dwarf firefly with jewel-like lights
fliers soar through the night,
exuberant filigree wings
their gentle glow soothes Void.

Amidst the mayhem, we have visions
a global canvas upholds hope
vivid acrylics fit well with warm ochres,
creativity abounds as the sun sets
the glow of a fantasy is stellar
a soft glow leads the way
glitter and dance are in sync,
Incredible for everybody
night gradually awakens
this grand adventure fuels dreams,
fireflies are lighting up our path
woods and meadows hide secrets
light reveals verdant grass.
altering the location.

Entranced by Beautiful Painting

the painting popped like fiber optics
like fluorescents, like neon acrylics
in hot pinks, magentas, turquoise and tangerines
with the precise amount of purples to make the hibiscus glow
I was entranced by this beauty!

King Of Silence

He is silence, 
crowned in rosy rhymes, 
sprinkling balmy rain 
upon frail flowers. 
misunderstood, yet 
beneath his armor, 
is the selfless moon, 
bestowing starlight.
when darkness unfolds, 
time may be cruel, 
but seasons can't wilt 
soft-spoken sagas, 
echoing amidst 
hushed sanctuaries. 
he shoulders the weight 
of a true savior.
suppressing his need 
to be heard and seen, 
in a world so dark 
and misleading, 
he remains throned to 
an emerald 
garden, that glows 
as the king of 
picturesque patience.
painting the wrongs right 
through butterfly strokes, 
of everlasting 
acrylics, in gold
across mourning skies.

Lost In the Madness

Lost in the madness (that always is you)

Nightmare acrylics in lipstick stain passions
Blush on the fingers as mist falls the ground
Silhouettes linger in street shadow fashions
Nowhere is everywhere, you can be found

Gripping these sheets as the echoes are haunting
Calling the moon every name in the book
Hearing your voice, in my head loudly taunting
Beyond the glass it is so hard to look

Angst lends a tear, as if I might need any
Tissues fall stained of the puddles that seep
Hours now counted, like minutes, too many
Endless, the thoughts fill the sorrows I keep

Trying to stand but the weight leaves me bending
Exhaling breath when I barely can breathe
Needle and thread, here’s my flesh, start the mending
Truth, now a lie if that’s all you believe

Steady I run as the alleyway crumbles
Cobblestone darkness, my fears come to chase
Once this was life, now a staircase of stumbles
Memories etched that I cannot replace

So here I lie with my eyes to the ceiling
Outlines of yesterdays, my only view
Midnight confessions, an uneasy feeling
Lost in the madness that always is you

Gemini Me

I am up at the witching hour every night
Three a.m. I cannot help myself.
Luckily I write poetry, draw cartoons and paint in acrylics.
Did I mention my word games? I play those four hours a day.

I usually do not stick with anything long.
I have had twenty-eight jobs.
Successfully eliminating twenty-seven of them.
Knowing myself better than anyone else.

I am mercurial and magical.
It is storming outside, and I feel it in my bones.
My joints are screaming about it.
But my rejoicing side is laughing.

Hammy the Hamster

Hammy the Hamster had no particular talent that he knew.
He did have a long fat tail that spectacularly grew and grew
One day he fell into some paints, and his paws turned out blue.
He made the cutest prints on a canvas, then slid in some glue.

You are an artist! His mother and father said, admiring him so.
They told every hamster from Des Moines to KoKoMo.
He has been featured in Art Magazines and has had a show.
His favorite paints are the psychedelic acrylics that really glow.

Lost Art

a decade ago, I picked up water colors and acrylics
O the exuberance of being a first-time artist
Who, in myriad poverty of apartheid, scorned art
As the purview of those living in luxury
Yet I was spending five hours on painting crosses with doves
Celebrating Jesus and the Holy Spirit
Then too, in 2012, my heart and art suffered loss
As substitute teacher for a week, Montgomery County
Maryland (School district, at Greencastle school)*$*
I took my newest African themed art, and my Lilacs
At week's end, I rushed off with many items to car
Forgot my precious art (one titled Xhabbo, "Bushman")
The regular teacher knew nothing of the African pieces
Only my lilacs and odd floral efforts were returned
I hope I can both forgive and forget; travel has cost
Art and some precious belongings abandoned or lost

NOTE *$*
The young students enjoyed the sharing of art; they were truly inspired and it does make up for the loss in some ways. Future artists got new topics. Shalom, shalom. Deo (Dec 1st, 2021)

One Color At a Time

paint paint paint
swish swish swish
brushes enjoying themselves
used over and over
painting a plethera of colors
in swirls they begin creating a masterpiece
It appears one color at a time

paint paint paint
swish swish swish
brushes at work, loving their day job
are they using acrylics or oils?
only the artist knows
I watch in amazement
wondering what will happen next

Mcmansion of Madeline

Madeline’s McMansion with the adorable painted flowers
Hidden in the meadow where the best vegetation grows,
Peeks at the rare visitor, ready to unleash her magic powers.
Ethereal and fantastic, her artistry in land and paintings show.

She has been loved thoroughly, a tribute to what one woman can do.
Madeline has been creating art on her walls, every day since 1992.
Her McMansion is the child she never was honored with in life.
Her legacy, created with oils, acrylics, glitters, stencils, and some strife.

The people who visit it now also marvel at the green thumb she must have had.
She left this gorgeous mansion to my family, mainly, her nephew, my sweet dad.
We have kept it the way she kept It, the upkeep is a joy to do for her memory.
It is the prettiest home in the world, as far as my siblings and I can see.

My Canvases Take On a Life

Pirate woman slashes through the canvas, jumping into my lap.
Her fiery red and pink hair rivaling the flash of her gold and silver jewelry.
A caramel skinned ebony queen riding a polka dot dragon raised her sword.
They are mighty, assertive, powerful, and ready to take on all comers.


Never annoy women who carry pointy swords or daggers with spikes.
Women who assert themselves have the best lives. I add more color.
In neon acrylics, the fearsome two take on a life that rivals all the others.
A diamond tiara appears on warrior women, surprising even me, her creator.


The background is filled with a pirate ship, castle, and magical forest. 
Imagination on fire, I grav up glitter paints, to enhance these formidable two.
My muses throw down pinks, greens, oranges, purples and reds, scaring me.
They have taken on a life of their own, I am a mere observer.

Sure, they are using my hands, but this creation goes well beyond my ability.
Entities I do not recognize are now in charge, 
giving this canvas enthusiastic life!
I applaud their finished product, taking full credit.

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