Best Paint Poems

Tonight is not like other nights

Tonight I could paint a moonlight

with the smudged ink of my tears

No its not the inexperienced  arms of death

which are longing  to embrace my breath

that fill this soul with pain and fear

Nor is it the breeze of thousand...

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Pull out the easel
   set the canvas 
    positioned long and slender clean slate.
Sketch the figures huddled and dark-bound hostage
   to charcoal-cooled coals 
    etching in shadow images;
Faceless entities 
   slipping in and...

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I tried to paint a picture, Dear, of you,
But there was no right color that would do.

There is no blue that ever could display
The tranquilness with which you face each day.

I think no shade of red I’ll ever find
To match the utter passion of your...

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Blank canvas
lies naked, cold and pale.
Master painter
paints a dream,
so a man without sight can see.

Master painter's palette enchants.
Sleeping grey pigments weep,
flowing crimson reds drip as
mellow yellows bring sparkle.
Navy blues dribble with royals,
as bright greens drizzle with 
bursts of orange bowing
to sprinkles of gold.

Without a word,
each...

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Got home awound twee (I was dwunk as a wouse)
Awose pwomptly at six wit' dwy cotton-mouth
I knew wather soon my day was gonna' bwow
When I stwuggled outta' bed and stubbed my wight toe
Fwopped back on the mattwess cwying and twitchin' 
Staggoid back up and wimped...

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I dyed my small world
In the colours of grief
I couldn’t find comfort
But I longed for relief

All my fabric was dark
I was shrouded in black
The weight of the world
Felt full on my back

I walked amongst shadows
With a feeling of dread
No one could reach me
with the words...

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Now here am I
still floating back to earth,
and lightly so,
for all these words
arrive on little velvet pillows.

I wish I could have
stayed up there
and lingered by your side.
Still it is you who signals me
each day with patient wind.

I feel it gently on my face—
whistling softly in...

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Paint With Fire

Paint flies freely from his brush 
As he paints he sees her blush
In both their eyes passion burns
Naked she poses her body turns
Temptation irresistible for her he yearns

With his brush he paints her red
In all her glory there on his bed
Textured skin a...

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Thinking of you I’m painting of love
Ascribing endearing brushstrokes
Ambivalent of my reach to inform
As I adumbrate upon soul’s canvas

Come build this portrait with me
Emblazon those empty spaces
Color them boldly as you please
Embolden contours of your wishes

And when your heartbeats speak
Indulge them in enamored feelings
Savoring love’s...

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Your body is lowered into the ground, where you lie in darkness.
My warm tears mingle with December's cold rain... I lament.
War's grip holds me in depression, for this should be my grave.
"TAKE COVER!" you yelled, as your body and your blood fell over me.
My malaise...

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In Aussie-land dwell the marsupials
By night they paint the town connubial
   They make them a joey
   Named Zoey or Chloe
Neighbors jump for joy indubitable...

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She walked ~ faint footprints left behind
A maiden's journey~a silent remind
of long-ago days in deerskin dress
A shelter of...

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He leaves his silent signature on every piece of art
Not seeking worldly profit or acclaim,
Yet touches of perfection often set his work apart
And witness to his honourable name.

He moves his painter’s palette from the east unto the west
From north to south he coats the sweeping...

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Remembering days of azure skies,
     I dream of you,
     Knowing we're through.

Cerulean thoughts impose;
     Tomorrow I'll begin anew.
     How?  I haven't a clue.

My heart's encased in cobalt walls.
...

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Eastern sky blazes at the break of dawn
In the air the rising sun throws its hue
The speckled clouds gleam in the horizon
On multicolored flying palette I see you.

I’ve reached the edge of the blue plateau
Where the clouds touch the ground I find
They melt in the...

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