Best Pablo Picasso Poems

In a riot of colours using brushes with valour,
Many movements he started devoid of pallor.
From a town called Malaga,far off in spain,
Pouring his heart out,unloading...

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Pablo’s Plight

Blinding color, third eye closed
Squared off chin and angled nose
Arms in the back, feet from head
An odd sight it must be said
Eyes are pared...

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The abstracts of Pablo Picasso
I think his paintings are a fiasco.
For every one I see
They're always upside down to me....

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It was a lovely sight gazing at the curved moon 
Spooning with the tumultuous waves of the sea
I was walking along the lonely beach when...

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it isn't what it is
it is what it isn't

a window               ...

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It is not a fact 
That the super moon arrived 
after many years
And will again be seen
After so many years

It came just the other day
With...

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The 44th President “one who is blessed” in Swahili,
Happens to love his wife’s Shrimp Linguini.
His desk, in the senate office once belonged to Robert Kennedy!
Renegade...

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I sauntered in an evening mist
   A midnight's heaven, magic-kissed
      Lamp-lit raindrops pattered, awesome
    ...

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Blue is the colour, blue is the period, blue is the mood
As Pablo's mind sunk, on the meaning of life he did brood.
The death by...

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Hello There, Runt

By Elton Camp

A cry of outrage comes from the politically correct
For the very word “runt” they will angrily reject
But I have used it...

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PUZZLE

talking about art
there is a picture I love
pablo picasso
it is his three musicians
a study in cubism

the three dressed as clowns
clarinet    guitar ...

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One Sunday morning, I went home to visit mom and dad.
My brother was also there, and I showed them what I had.
The first thing I...

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April 26th, 1937,
There came a day, when some would see Heaven.
The light shine above the heads,
To resemble the sparks of the bombs threads.

Mothers with their...

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Art, is worlds of splendor,
Calliopes of sight and sound, 
That stimulate our senses, 
Expressing life profound. 

Art, is visual texture, 
Space, shapes, and colored lines,...

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To The Prince Of The Passionate Land
Who Paints, With Both Words and Hands
Lightly Brushing Masterpieces
Riding His Realm, Wherever He Pleases

In A Far Fifth-Dimension of Grandeur
Or...

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