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 amber
Until, I heard the door bell ring, breaking, this mesmerized trance....
Sitting my palette down, and lying my brush aside, atop a colored cloth
I turned to see who it was, that was there?
"Hold on dear, I shall be right back," I whispered
As she smiled amid a radiance, that stopped me within my steps
How rarely seldom does one get a chance like this I thought?
If it is truly important and I know them
Then they shall kindly call, or possibly even leave myself a note
Besides, what an unpleasant reflection it would be, to even but for an instant
Interrupt this dream....
For no greater beauty have I ever beheld, nor have I ever found, then this
Perfection within everyway I believe, is whom she is ~
"What's wrong," she asked, "are you not going to see who it is?"
Glistening eyes, as I fixated upon her own, mirrors, of an endless hue
"No, not right now dear," as I then, poured her a drink
Smiling as she gracefully arose, proposing a toast I said
"To this moment, this day, to you and I, this time, and, amore"....
As I slowly reached forth my hand, to tenderly caress her rosen cheek
And to glide my fingers gently, through her shining auburn hair
"Here dear," leading her loveliness softly, "here, sit right there
That the sunlight may embrace your boundless beauty
This magnificence of your splendor, these wonders, from whom you truly are" ~
Glowingly she smiled once more, as with a passion, I then kissed her perfect lips
"I love you," she uttered
While as the mornings dew lit rays, reflected upon her enchantedness
As a glittering arose about my own heart, and a warming, within my now raptured soul
"So do I my love, I love you more," I returned
Retrieving my brush, my palette and my cloth
Exchanging glances amid knowing thoughts, these souls, so intertwined ~
"Excellent, do not move dear"
As always was captured forever, within, this moment right here....
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~Painting, Mona Lisa~
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 silky auburn hair
leaves men around you trying to get grips.
And yet your mirror tells you looks are bland;
you’ve always lived your life in simple style
while those who know you ever longing still, and
dreaming of your Mona Lisa smile.
October 28, 2018
Poem of the Day - October 29, 2018
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 of humanity,
And that hermaphroditic posture advocates
A better balance gender,
A softer male and a stronger female,
In the midst of dreamy scene you are in,
What baffled me is your mysterious stare,
I know you have some secrets that you veiled.
They are perhaps as dark as your tunic,
Maybe as complicated as your plated dress,
And as intricate as circles patterned in your vest,
But your luminous skin revealed to me something
Of your resemblance to the phases of the moon.
New, half, full and new again
You are a girl, a woman,
And soon will be a crone,
They call you Lisa, yet you really are nameless,
You are in truth a woman, who is endless,
You always die and again always sprout back,
In each rebirth is an additional wisdom.
You are indeed older than the background
In which you are located,
And now at last I know your secret!
Your mystic smile is an expression
of the past time's foolishness.
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 meek?!
But I wonder how
Accurate old paintings are
Keys of clues for clever dart!
Awakening sleep-
ing giants in Middle East?!
A smart name! World’s deep history
Da Vinci did see
The beginning of the bliss
Future coming so fast… twinge?
It’s time to plant seeds
Of grains to bloom hefty pints
Of harmony beading fizz
Two thousand twelve… cheer
When peace makers garb the *****
With profound peaceful prayer…
Stampeding ugly
Prayers… so that “Sweet Rhyme” brings
Chaste lands together in peace.
By: Nadia F. Shahwan – September 2009. This poem has been inspired through observing the
portrait of Mona Lisa by Da Vinci.
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 or trace,
for artist gave us no clue known to seize.
Does picture only show a simple gaze
of painter's own self seen in lake that day,
well hidden by disguise in lady's praise?
A genius played a game some few would say.
If game is played, tis more a better scene.
Let be, for maid appears a regal queen.
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 Lisa.Past art, living art, art walking in motion beauty upon beauty a
gentlemen with good taste he and his umbrella Mona Lisa.
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 a museum you are now for many to behold
How many stories about you have been told?
For decades, you have been displayed in your location.
A beautiful painting scintillating the imagination.
Countless numbers come to see you in Paris.
DaVinci seems to have captured all your loveliness.
With great detail and colors so bold,
you are prized the world over, and are worth your weight in gold.
Long may you continue to be on display.
You must have been quite a woman in your day!
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 shall sting blue eyes
Behind the face
with steely grace
she'll live
as silence cries
No more to breach
nor seek to reach
And so she shall beguile
with precious heart
she'll just impart
Her Mona Lisa Smile
She is another man's property
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 the way,
I do a bit of sketching.
So, will you come and sit one day,
I’m sure you’d look quite fetching?”
She stopped my way, oh so demure,
and sat with soft crossed hands.
And as I drew (with thoughts impure)
I made my naughty plans!
“I’ve got this cosy little house
at Amboise, on the Loire;
when painting’s done, perhaps we’ll browse,
then mingle by the fire?”
~
A true disaster, what a frump
and what a sad old maid!
No way was there to make her jump,
no jolly games were played!
She criticised my little house,
she cursed my blazing fire.
She couldn’t speak without a grouse.
She curdled my desire.
In time, I took my work of art
and, with this neat manoeuvre,
it didn’t really break my heart
to plonk her in the Louvre!
And there she sits for all to see,
this awful groaning teaser.
I think it’s very clear why she
is called the Mona Lisa!
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For Heather's 'Fine Art' Competition - Mona Lisa (Gioconda) by Leonardo da Vinci, hanging in the Musee du Louvre Paris.
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
She's peaches and cream
She controls da-dream
Yes-um-last-a-word not-a-slurred!
For and in honor of Francine Roberts
And Contest” Whatever you say dear!
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
her angelic appearance.
Within a wink of an eye the
features that construct her
beauty put me to sleep upon a
soft pillow of imagination.
I tried to express myself, but
my lips fluently speak the
language of silence,
because I submerged in a
ocean of words, before I floated
up on a thought of adjectives as
I seek to articulate my feelings,
then I realized that no
adjectives on the tongue of men
can adequately describes the
feeling I felt for her.
As I'm about to say something
her smile paralyzed the words
that I was about to say so they
didn't get to walk off my lips.
I set my ravenous eyes free to
feed on the flesh of her
congeniality.
I glimpse through uniquely
crafted windows of her soul and
i perceived heaven where she's
from.
She swept me off my feet and I
fell from the stand of my
fantasy into love.
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 Sea drinks a cup cold
Two lines cross center
Divide the picture’s structure
A pyramid’s top pixel
The world’s lavenders
Must have read the deep scriptures
Since it’s top invisible!
Tilt Mona at six
Dark clouds fill up soft basins
A new chapter, written with
Lean to quarter till
See nature’s wonders begin?
Two mountains are blending in
Prop her upward so
Seems relaxing on her board
Her nose bled for tomorrow
Her pale hair behind
Natural curls, severe freight
Compressing exotic loaf tight
Who’s praying behind?
For flowery peace’s kind?
Guess the Saint’s name without fright?
If slimming picture
Lengthwise… a blood line outlines
Looks alike to Mayan calc
Meditative smile!
Burga challenged Mona’s height
Alignment’s center’s bright
The sun greets meadows!
Sifting darkest clouds by force
Pretty brooks feed our Lord
With fraternal love!
Quilt lands wrap up joyful doves
A new world with profound buds.
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By: Nadia F. Shahwan – April 2009 -This poem reflects my innocent observation to analyze
the Mona Lisa's beauty.