Best Canvases Poems

Those leaves, like fire before our eyes,
fell down as flames from autumn skies,
then twirled like feathers to the ground
to weave a blanket wrapped around.

Like a...

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I am an unvoiced breeze~
a sea warrior 
    kite-surfing through 
    heinous waves, 
knitting cobalt chronicles 
  ...

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Stillborn
a mood of aberrant colour
a stain on the Artist’s worlds
a heart pulsating with pain
a wide range of intense ardour
mixed  on a fine palette
and a...

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I was cursed with 
ink intoxicating 
blank canvases 
with toxic scribbles,
releasing twisted tales 
of suppressed troubles.
I was a forsaken 
     ...

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This year more than ever
I long to surpass myself
The clock is ticking
No longer can I recklessly 
Take the gift of time for granted

I dream this...

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In borrowed plumes, a masquerade we stage,
Thoughts echo doctrines, passions preordained.
From broken families, where fractured spirits weep,
Mothers of sorrow, 
With eyes that never sleep.

We inherit...

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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 ~...

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Dear eloquent weaver 
of woes and throes,
When the last 
 pewter petal of weary winter
falls as piercing prose,
placing star-kissed tulips
  between our 
poignant poems,
rewritten...

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In words and brushstrokes, live my heart and soul;
   as artist, poet, these gifts make me whole.
Words from my soul convey what's in...

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The Earth cracks, the plates slide, and we fall of track.
The sun freezes over, and color is beginning to lack.
We fall back, lay in this...

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OH VINCENT

Oh Vincent, can we ever know what torments plagued you; 
what demons fought you; what images raped your senses?
It was no accident that you...

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Sue doesn’t sit so demurely in her motorised wheelchair.
She’ll tell folks to stop gawking as it's very rude to stare!
Beneath her tenuous frame is quite...

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Upon rising, awakened by 
ripening scent teasing my nose, 
trilling my lips and tongue, – my taste buds opening
to bird-like songs as dawn's light breathes...

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In solitude I like to bask when I am all alone
With only Mother Nature in company with my own.
Animals and nature make welcoming to be,
A...

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We love to paint, my muse and I.
It does not matter what – walls, doors, furniture, bricks.
Canvas painting is especially satisfying.
Drawing weird stuff is relaxing...

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