Best Easels Poems

Sunflowers blush as petals creep
Along easels of meadow's keep.

Winter's arctic days now long gone,
That morn's fair promise trails upon

Breezes sweet , once an icy blast,
Engrave a kiss on spring at last

Cardinal swoons with trilled refrains
Upon leaves' edges  like beaded grains,

For springtime is a godly...

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The lake is a plate of evening blue 
Here where mists of dew sprinkle the view 
Under lilting skies the undulating sea 
Stretches far beyond infinity 
Silent and calm, no hint of green 
Smooth as silk with translucent sheen 


Rippling blue as far as fingers...

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swarm of dragonflies
cascading on quiet lake---
    burst of hues explodes


perched on grass' easels
crepe wings swoop on irises, reeds---
    ballet of light twirls



Skat's Contest
Any Haiku
by nette onclaud...

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Once I dared render
A trapping of quintessence
To hold fast all that is you
Somewhere upon my canvas

To capture your beauty
In pastels of feigned adoration 
From charcoaled scratched eyes
Slowly her face takes form

Searching yesterdays colours
To recapture the essence of your voice 
Now merely a passionate facsimile
Obtusely rendered...

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Drop cloth dreams  


It has been found that given enough time
failure will find this destined loser
lurking in gallery tints
and watercolor fault lines

semi gloss replaced by flat

Painting abstract nothings
on a canvas made of words
Broken brushes stain the existing
balance with a voice that collects the remnants

speaking...

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Heaven to each of us will be something different.
Artists will find paint brushes, easels, canvases, and glitter paint.
Musicians will discover instruments not invented yet on earth.
Scientists will land in a lab with like-minded white coats.

Romance writers will wake up to the fragrance of lilacs and...

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I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination
To a place beyond my wildest dreams
Where fiction and fantasy, worlds a part 
Come together as one.

~*~

Dream big don't ever compromise
Imagination take me to the skies 
~*~
Through the clouds to by pass the stars
Way past Jupiter,...

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Their brushes wet
In a meadow lush with rain drops and dew
Two canvases stand on easels of wood
Two brushes painting a landscape in hues
The sun shining on nature’s ethereal beauty

They shared thoughts and intimacies
Glancing at each others moods and whims
Sharing their creations in pastels and blue
Lunches...

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Lazy afternoons on easels
Maples giggle loud with sweetness
Blue and yellow mixed in grasses
Withered wrinkles sink in lilies

Joggers run in fear of dying
Secret trails end in abyss
As the sun stabs days in prisms
Bloody madness grabs the paintbrush

People old vanish from benches
Emptiness sits down by me
Artists mutilate...

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Meandering silently on this warm sunny day
Past the artists with easels perched.
Oil paints, scenery, still life, it all,
Taking it in, on the Rive Gauche.

The brush strokes capture the beauty
While life on the left bank goes on.
I wander past, hands in pockets,
Appreciating the beauty of Paris’...

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Beachfront condos shrouded in the early mist 
of morning. Seagulls hanging on the breeze, 
their screeching waking sleepyheads 
before their coffee, it's July the 4th, 
the holiday is here! 

Sailboats daubed in milky opalescence 
growing clear, as sunlight nibbles at the sea wall. 
Artists set...

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 Last night, i dared revisit the crossing
of time with my brother, hovering on a
distant sky , tracing notes of my dripping rhymes.

We grew like chariot riders; he, the Troy of
streets and I, the maiden of lofty speeches.
While his hands reveled at the wonder of...

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Sometimes love just isn’t enough
Art is our way home to finding ourselves
We were blindfolded ballerinas. Swaying to the rhythm of our hearts breaking.  We tippy
toed  across a tight rope, looking for some sort of answer from dangerous lovers, like hope. 
She the tigress...

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Aboard the event train I watched over the undulating scenery ahead. 
Whose eyes see into shadows ogling the unknown
What a basically exhilarating time indeed.

What other panorama undresses before admiring glances.
Evening skies in many orangey shades urges many admirers
Watching every hue interact with others made us...

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They sat around me in a circle
with brushes and paints all to hand,
their heads bobbed behind their easels back and forth
as holding an apple I stand.
Stark naked and still like a statue
I pose while they practise their craft,
I only wish that they would let me...

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