Best Gogh Poems

from beyond his
vibrant palette
that bore all his 
lifelong scars

is what I see
beneath his sky
and myriad
of stars

a scene of shades
and silhouettes
formed by the
yellow light

that hints at
The Last Supper
at that café 
in the night?...

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I have the rhythm of a winding road
how do I consign myself to being confined
rows of poplar pillars prop
the rendezvous canopy beneath we meet
—I self-cajole on ooh-la-la afternoon 

yellow eyes; daffodils watching 
lean into gossip groups nodding
a prodding breeze instigating deep-freeze
I am a sweet weed...

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Vincent van Gogh**
Sliced his left ear off
Only one painting did Van Gogh sell  -
maybe he didn’t hear the doorbell!


The only painting Van Gogh sold during his lifetime was Red Vineyard at Arles
**Based on the European pronunciation of the name which is Van Goff!

05~30~15
Entered into...

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brushed by the blushing Fontainebleau,
   blooming with rainless foliage,
like a poem kissed by the green…
I sigh as thoughts wander
   in saffron silence,
   in the echoing warmth
of your breathing silhouette...

we are beyond wraiths of wildflowers,
   waltzing through the...

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Without a skeleton of ash, there would be nothing -
a charcoal outline, cheating the mortal coil  
beneath the colour.  
Creativity and visions carry us, just proud  
of the knowledge of our bones,  
a flicker tries always to remind us, bring us...

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Psychedelic January 25

I let my mind swim
    until merely my components 
       gaze longingly past the bottle's content
  losing self 
     to become 
   defined, etched in glass 
...

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Endless sunflower field 
Rhythmically swaying in the wind
Like lazy ocean wave stretches 
To the distant line of horizon
Touching the edge of the sky
Melting into hot noon brilliance
Boiling all shades of yellow into
One burning brightness of sun

He walks fast towards the east
Then abruptly stops gazing at...

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Well over a hundred years ago
The illustrious Vincent Willem Van Gogh
A genius somewhat like Michelangelo
With thousands of artworks in his cluttered studio
From the sublime to the grotesque for show
Might have been better off working as a gigolo
Because he died a pauper on skid row

In those...

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Decades of a formula that only he knew about it and drew,
Cascades of his artwork came to a head in his last years,
Glissades of a swan in a lake that only a handful had seen,
Tirades made its mark on him, distant from fellow peers.

~~[Van Gogh]~~
Impressed...

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Meeting Van Gogh…sonnet 
the wheat-field, blond as a Volga German milk maid, heat 
intense and in the shade of a demanding olive tree I saw 
 grumpy Van Gogh, glaring at me intruding on his painting.
“Sorry for the scooter it is electric blue and doesn’t...

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Art is so precious
after its creator dies,
like renowned Van Gogh paintings.
They cost millions now,
but he just sold one or two
during his entire lifetime.

He just kept painting,
creating masterpieces
knowing no one wanted one,
till he decided
to let the art speak for him,
and committed suicide.

August 24, 2017...

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an asylum's garden~irises full of life without tragedy...

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"One can speak poetry just by arranging colours well,
just as one can say comforting things in music" 
                           ...

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Long ago at twilight we pledged our sweet
love amid trees stretching stark and bare
Yet at our rendezvous the very next night
I was alone in my despair
Now in the sunset of my days, again
In the pastoral Eden I stand with you
In a bliss beyond love, our...

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The Starry Night
Van Gogh

Amid the indigo and cobalt hues 
Lay star after star with light diffused
Their endless journey continues after they cease
The final stroke of masterpiece
Crescent moon's light casts a glow
Over church and humble homes below
As souls sleep beneath this shifting shroud 
Slumbering church still...

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