Best Canvass Poems

Life is not as sweet as a bowl of golden glace cherries,
nor is there a golden illuminated future for a fruitless mind.
Trembling hands and gritted...

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Silver shimmers
   reflected by the sea 
When dawn kisses each 
    silhouetted tree.
As sunrise pierces 
    fleecy...

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A two-legged canvass
in crimsons and blues
dragons ginormous
and suchlike tattoos

Diamonds and rare gems 
that shimmer and shine
flowers on long stems 
with sleek strokes and lines

Exciting ones...

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A wash of gold adorns the westward sky
as waning light departs a summer’s eve;
in readiness to roost, crows cease to fly
and seek their resting place...

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Have I not heard the calling of day's gone by
or sat in careless prose and wondered why?
but years are as the rose
which are but reflections
that...

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Why do you write?

To give birth to beauty
To decorate a drab wall
To splash color on a canvass
To entertain and enthrall

Why do you write?

To become immortal
To...

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Color me naked with your sighs
Scribble me stripped
Stabbed 
Slashed
Stippled on your skin

Paint me black
Seething in charcoal amber
Writhing in lines
The brush strokes of your tongue
Beseech

Craft me...

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I’ve watched him whither. He came to me a decade ago, stooped in pain. The fine-boned features of his face and the clarity of his...

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The sunset glows in the wide Western sky,
placed there by the Master from on high.
Reds and golds of various shades
are splashed in mounds of beauty
on...

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LIFE'S UNDISCOVERED PASSION 

I reached up far to touch a star.
It only took a second.
I thought I heard a salient call 
alas it did not...

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BUTTERFLIES OF BEAUTY

Silent songful wanderer, soaring free on the sky
conquering, unafraid to the golden rays of the sun, 
fluttering either slow or fast, their colors...

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How could I paint someone else's smile,
If my eyes can barely see the sky.
How could I start stroke a brush,
Then paint your face in a...

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"Caleb, go fetch me some dewberries from the fence row," Momma says, 
as I polish off my Saturday morning breakfast. "I'll make us a cobbler."...

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Strange shadows on these coral walls
stay hidden from the setting sun, 
yet creeping through the shafts of amber light
drag behind them to the high parapet
a...

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It seemed at first , a colour burst
Of dots and crooked lines ,
As I watched my "artful expert" 
See how he defines
The colourful expression
That is...

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