Best Impressionists Poems
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 tarnished silver when silence should be golden
Pop art wastelands of dotted balloons
float above the ground where his face falls,
shamed and hidden, in plain sight
with eyes holding quarters of bygone years
melting clocks keep time with his idiocy
Impressionists laugh at his existence
in muted tone chuckles and turpentine snickers
Stretched on easels of dislodged glances
with splattered smocks tied in double knots
one size fits all
This palette of mixed memories
resting on mainstream notions, waits
for the end is sure to come
finding him alone with an empty imagination
and nothing but drop cloth dreams
6/1/17
For the JUNE PREMIERE CONTEST Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Categories:
impressionists, art, lost, sad,
Form:
Free verse
The human race speaks of a faraway place called heaven
no doubt there, they’ll breathe easy knowing some still care,
yet to flee from incarnation’s mask, anxious tears so many have to share,
for while we have but a limited time here,
hunger for and pay homage to that eminent gig in the sky,
if only to await one’s promise after a lifetime able to turn
to glance upon the earth, the colour clear, tainted with the blood
of those whom in his name die.
Is it written that evil would survive in many forms
power to wield when humanity spawned
to become a collection of wretched emotions here in the great “Bee Hive”
for eons of tears after creation dawned?
From the outset irrefutable impressionists hold the reigns
dwell in the surge of adrenalin’s rush,
an awareness to inflict one’s pain
with logic; simple minds cannot crush!
They called it religion in the name of;
coerced to sacrifice, manipulate,
a book of instructions a creed thereof
to enhance their powers, stipulate.
The human race, each an individual
yet herds of sheep reliant upon the Ram,
the weakest tossed aside, residual
till nurtured re-educated those the Lamb.
There are many in his name soil their reputation
unjustifiable actions condoned by a hierarchy of hidden agendas,
license to continue with savage mutation
to aid the evil despot, lord of the greatest of pretenders.
Soon this holy mess an ant’s nest deaden
although some the skill to explore the stars,
man will action his very own Armageddon
only to carry on with the emotional scars!
© Harry J Horsman 2016
Categories:
impressionists, angst,
Form:
Free verse
I walk along the margins, of the shoreline of the sea,
gathering abandoned shells, in search of a sea star;
a tumultuous tide rushes and bellows ~ wild and free.
I build castles, bridged with moats and towers with glee;
sculpting sand for a grand chateau, designed for a czar.
I walk along the margins of the shoreline of the sea.
My glory dampened; no building here, has a guarantee.
Hungry seagulls swoop for fish, on frothy foam and spar;
A tumultuous tide rushes and bellows ~ wild and free.
I stumble upon sand crabs, scuttling near dunes, so wee.
At the rim of the horizon, sailing ships, appear from afar.
I walk along the margins of the shoreline of the sea.
I venture to an obsidian ledge, at a ninety angle degree;
waves slamming and crashing, dispersing into a reservoir.
A tumultuous tide rushes and bellows ~ wild and free.
Gazing at the view, images of impressionists I see;
the masterpieces of Courbet, Degas, Monet and Renoir.
A tumultuous tide rushes and bellows wild ~ and free;
I walk along the margins, of the shoreline of the sea.
Date: August 8, 2022
For: First Person Villanelle Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L. Milton Hankins
Rhymes verified on rhymezone.com
Categories:
impressionists, beach, imagery, nature, ocean,
Form:
Villanelle
sun rays
soft glaze
tawny
shiny
Monet's
art ways
airtouch
light -touch
teal hue
sea view
shadow
warm glow
spells hope
'gainst hope
of morn
reborn
26 April 2022
For Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Notes: Impression, Sunrise is a painting by Claude Monet first shown at what would become known as the "Exhibition of the Impressionists" in Paris in April, 1874. The painting is credited with inspiring the name of the Impressionist movement. Impression, Sunrise depicts the port of Le Havre, Monet's hometown.(Wikipedia)
Categories:
impressionists, appreciation, art,
Form:
Footle
tangerine sunrise~
oscillating reflections glow
like a sketch of your smile
at a glimpse of a new morn
a medley of indigo and carrot
as the sun floats in hazy sky
like the sparkle of your eyes
remembering first love
nebulous harbour at a distance
of steamships and shades
sailing in silhouettes
strumming my senses
like the way you hold me
as we waltz after dawn
06 March 2021
Impression, Sunrise (French: Impression, soleil levant) is a painting by Claude Monet first shown at what would become known as the "Exhibition of the Impressionists" in Paris in April, 1874. The painting is credited with inspiring the name of the Impressionist movement. Impression, Sunrise depicts the port of Le Havre, Monet's hometown. It is now displayed at the Musée Marmottan Monet in Paris. (Info credits to Wikipedia)
All Yours (March 6)
Sponsored by Briand Strand
1st place
Categories:
impressionists, appreciation, art,
Form:
Ekphrasis
They played with wild abandon
the colours splashing over canvas in thalo greens,
crimsons, and cobalt blues
they struggled hard
and lived frugally
well aware of
the tints and hues of life...
Monet and like minded creativly blessed
helped to shape our idea of art
our impressions
from which cubism had to depart-
my love is for those flowers that burst onto the scene
golden stamins
and a beautiful blue that you might only seem as in
a dream...
they stand regal and marvelous in my minds eye
beautifullly tall
as hummingbirds they call-
These impressionists felt rather than thought
expressed their hearts and souls
on a canvas of white
taking us places
where sometimes was a bit of a fright
such as the silent scream
that talks to my core
of the chilling world
and much much more.
Categories:
impressionists, art
Form:
Rhyme
A debutante was Berthe Morisot
But her mother loved her a lot
So a pupil of Corot she became
And marrying a Manet brought her more fame
With genre painting she made her name
Note Berthe (1841-1895) married Edouard Manet's brother,becoming one of the few
noted female Impressionists of her era.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berthe_Morisot
Categories:
impressionists, art
Form:
Ekphrasis
The reviewers considered his latest exhibition:
They said it was cutting edge
They said it defies all perception
The exploration of the negative spaces challenges the mind
Some said mind blowing
Some said life changing
The still life quality was shattering
Wonderful and interesting use of the media
At times parts seemed to be borrowed from the impressionists
but with great discretion and reflecting the earlier painterly strokes of the masters
One critic said superlative usage of perspective
stunning aesthetics and energy showing great creativity
Others said emotional, profound, highly figurative
with deepening disproportions of aesthetic consciousness
in the abstract elements
Tonal values consistent with the real life form
The artist brings the viewer face to face with his own preconceived hierarchy of cultural values and assumptions of artistic worth
A visual investigation into the human condition inspiring contemplation and sensitive exploration of quotidian life
The artist is forging an attempt of captivating exploration of forces of nature and the passage of time through his often poetic interventions into natural and absurd man-made environments
The plaudits and adjectives were endless - breathtaking, awesome, existential, non-formulaic
What do they know?
I thought it was pretentious derivative crap
Full of pious claptrap, conceptualised dialogue and non-originality
Oh God, now I am beginning to sound like them!
Categories:
impressionists, art,
Form:
Blank verse
There’s a talent show this evening at the RSPCA
Eight or nine impressionists are on the bill today
Some will do wild animals and some will croak like frogs
And a few, it seems, will do domestic cats and dogs
Well the show’s been on a while and the talent’s fairly rough
I’m thinking that I might go home because I’ve heard enough
The fella who just did a fish by flapping on the floor
Nearly made me leave but there are just a couple more
The last but one contestant did a half way decent leopard
My programme says this final act will do a German Shepherd
The audience responded as though they were sound asleep
When the guy took to the stage and said...
...‘Ve’re are ze sheep’
Categories:
impressionists, animal, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
At ethnic moment
on the moonfront, artless impressionists
of parallel conflicts with anxious looks
come to share the self realized truth
of mangled uncertainties,
watching your own dead body :
small chicks huddle together for contemporary
thoughts of violence-to kill or not to kill-
humanity walks with bent head
listening nothing:
I am desperate, the moon was stone faced
black holes bleed and throw the crystals
of red light: drop your pen and hold the death
on doorway, morning wind was coming
from the seaside:
for dissolution of your ego, I would go for a long swim.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
impressionists, art,
Form:
ABC
He stood still~
Eyes travel faster than a lightyear;
The many battles fought~
Still fresh in his mind~
The brilliance of his golden helmet
never fades~
Like the tenacity of his conviction
to fight and never surrender.
The man wearing the golden helmet
Must be also wearing a golden heart;
He must be a sweet husband
to his beloved..
and a protective father
to his only daughter..
He must be my father.
01.10.2021
Notes: (Credits to - © 1st-Art-Gallery.com 2003 - 2021 - All Rights Reserved)
The Man in this enduring canvas titled Man in a Golden Helmet by Rembrandt and dated 1650, is a particularly captivating and meditative rendering of a time-worn face beneath a majestic, almost juxtaposing, helmet. The contrast illuminates the painting with a profoundly moving sense of time having passed, at once both sentimental and sentient. Admired by the Impressionists and portrait artists throughout the centuries.
Categories:
impressionists, appreciation, art,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Outcast
Life is good, when you are understood.
Lurking in the halls, cunning, deceit, youthful impressionists meet.
Faces of betrayal, hide behind their social vail.
Humanity can be hard to find, when you’re the one left behind.
Words crowd the room, childish wonder looms.
Lost in the translation, overwhelmed with frustration. Atypical identity, amongst the conformed, blinded by anxiety.
Anxious of the unknown, people fear what they cannot comprehend. I thought the lesson mine: learn to bend. Yet, to my dismay, the world should glance another way.
Be free, different, kind and true,
be you.
Categories:
impressionists, bullying, change, character, courage,
Form:
Touch the soaring leaves of autumnal gold,
What canvas can capture such grains untold?
As the King Midas touch runs through their veins,
A November palette fusion now reigns
See the Old Oak standing erect and tall?
Its broad leaves a cascading waterfall,
Season impressionists blend the hues,
That overthrows the deciduous blues
Smell the rustic damp of the fallen leaves,
As the Willow wipes tears without her sleeves,
Drooping with envy at the evergreens,
Who mock her without her tender lush greens
Hear November lull for the next season,
To December, silver sage of reason,
Who will wrap around her chilled crocheted shawls,
Preparing the palettes before Spring calls
01/12/22
Quatrain poetry contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
impressionists, autumn, december, november, seasons,
Form:
Quatrain
Today I saw Greek vases
And a room by Frank Lloyd Wright,
Lots of paintings by impressionists,
Which always bring delight…
Fancy furnishings and jewelry,
Some sculptures and stained glass,
Ancient pottery and artifacts
Of silver, gold and brass…
Even samples of old baseball cards,
A true collector’s dream,
Plus the handiwork of Native tribes,
All worthy of esteem.
As I wandered through the galleries
With so much on display,
I felt grateful for the chance to fold
This art into my day.
Categories:
impressionists, art,
Form:
Rhyme
Camille* Pissaro had a son,Lucien**
like his dad an artist,then
Both for a while,neo-impressionists
dotty images at the very least
*https://www.wikiart.org/en/camille-pissarro/peasant-women-planting-stakes-1891
**https://www.bmimages.com/preview.asp?image=00243833001
Categories:
impressionists, art, people,
Form:
Clerihew