Best Mona Lisa Poems

Absolutely enchanting I thought ~
As I drew the curtains wider, to allow in a bit more light....
Returning unto the canvas and dipping my brush
Into a slightly brighter shade of beige 
Thinking perhaps just a touch more violet, a dab of red, and, a stroke of...

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Leonardo’s Mona Lisa has nothing on you 
with her familiar face we’ve seen for years;
but your young beauty that’s so fresh and new,
leaves men around you seeking new frontiers.

Your olive smooth complexion soft and fair;
that lovely smile with tender moist pink lips.
Your chestnut eyes and...

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You, monumental, pose inside the portrait,
In figure of a pyramid
Construed to be elite
Your right hand, rest above your left hand,
Hints that you're a virtuous woman,
With those slightly sullen arms,
I can tell, that you are pregnant,
Only to remind me, how powerful woman can be
As the carrier...

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Humble Olive Eloisa
Went one day to work in Pisa
She posed for awhile
Behind flashy smile
She stood in for Mona Lisa.

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One more question… say
Could Mona resemble mount?
Appearing as a huge fount!

Could Lisa… if so 
Resemble Li? A black horse!
The prettiest mount of all?

In Lishan’s bliss lap
Where hot springs foil blissful map
Lisa taken from Lishan?!

Lastly, could Mount Li
Be mirror mount in Far East
When Columbus spews soil’s...

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Iambic Pentameter

A renaissance delight beguiles our sight.
Such enigmatic smile on face doth hold
our wonder why such cheer's in gentle light,
and hidden secret's veiled from view untold.
What name do we ascribe to model's grace.
Is she from noble family fame and ease,
but certain nomen's sore to know...

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Ciao Bella
Early Misty, morning raining in Seattle, businessmen rushing, hitting the concrete 
pavement trying to make those battled Seattle dollars. Walking down the street a refine 
gentlemen with such style and grace doesn't seemed bothered at all he holds on gently, 
yet firmly to Mona...

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More than five hundred years is quite a while
for the time we have gazed on your enigmatic smile.
A beautiful woman’s portrait painted long ago,
crafted by one of the greatest artists we know.
“La Giaconda” has been an alternate alias.
Your creator has been hailed a creative genius.

In...

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Inside she cries
once more she dies 
as Mona Lisa smiles
She paints on dreams
without the means
to live them for a while

On puppets wings
her smile still sings
to fool the world outside
Tho cuts are borne 
from loving thorns
that ravage deep inside

She'll bury deep 
and none shall weep
no tears...

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I saw this darling little chick,
she looked a swinging geezer.
I thought I’d move to get in quick.
Her name was Mona Lisa.

I thought she had a perfect face,
a most bewitching smile.
She swayed with such amazing grace.
Oh my!  What lovely style.

 “Hello my darling!  By...

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Tongue tied Hillbilly poetic license needed please! 

Me-a-momma name-a-Leona
Make-a-me-smile like-a-La-Mona
   Whatever-she-a-say
   Me-a-do-a-that-way
What-she-a-say I am-a-gonna 

Me-run-a-da-things in-my-home 
Da-vacuum cleaner and da-broom
   Make-a da Leona's smiles
   Like-dat Mona Lisa child's
Me must hurry-she be home-soon 

Me-a-have-a-da last-a-word
Hope-a-she-not-a overheard
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Wistfully I sit,demure &pale
sorrow etched upon my brow.
Will my tomorrows echo
the sadness of my now...
Will the world come
to know my tale?

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Even if it takes the ink of a 
thousand pens,
I'm going to write about Mona 
Lisa
in the wake of the night,
as soon my writing pad by ignite 
by the glow of the moonlight.

The first time I saw her my 
eyes froze upon the surface of...

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Mona Lisa is
Looking directly with fizz
Loving life more than slaying 

Her bent left arm looks
Curving as rushed water goes
Few miles into Sinai cove

Her left side’s dark cheek
A map of bliss’ Middle East
Tsunami comes to seek rear

Big N is a road
Jordan River lifts thug load
The Dead...

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She is another man's property...

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