Best Paintbrush Poems

Sunlight breaks through the trees
Shining against the limbs and leaves
Highlighting the soft hues of emerald
Blended into the golden orange of autumn
Colors that put me at...

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Her paintbrush is a razor,
Her canvas, her wrists,
"I deserve the pain."
She shrugs and insists.

One day the brush will push down,
And it will cut so deep,
That...

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Paint me blue like the sky
rainbow's smile; thunder's cry
clouded curtains rife with rain
till shroud is lanced and bluebirds fly again
     Wistful...

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Stillborn
a mood of aberrant colour
a stain on the Artist’s worlds
a heart pulsating with pain
a wide range of intense ardour
mixed  on a fine palette
and a...

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About our first parents,
here’s something beautiful to know
Adam was created perfect,
and from out of him, Eve followed
God said to His Son:
You and I, We are...

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Sing for me the sweetest song 
of love when life was still so young.
Those tender times and days devoid 
of cares and wants troubling the...

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THE VIEW 
          (SADLY)

I can't believe he has to be a poet
To tell you how he...

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My Guardian Angel


My guardian angel, God's gift from above,
   resides in my heart, guiding my mind and soul.
     ...

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(please read "Her Masterpiece Is Her Story" before reading the second part. It'll make more sense and probably be more enjoyable!)

The girl who has beautiful...

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When you wear a dirty shirt,
You're a book getting judged by its cover.
People think you're really poor, or nutty,
Or that you have a menial job.
Or...

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, 
riddles N' rainbows paintbrush the day
summer's heaviness invades
rain circumvents geraniums 
ant's N' azaleas dance through sidewalks 
where tiny green grass creep 'neath weeds 
to...

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I am not a color

I am not a color
not black or white or green
when you look at me 
there’s more yet to be seen

I am...

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I remember a sunset you gifted to me
long ago an afternoon of sun,sky and sea
paintbrush touch changing the sky indigo to pink
golden sun turning soft...

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She has a flaming spirit 
That could never be confined 
A burning creativity
That makes her daydreams shine

A hope for something better 
Only seen because she...

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As I amble along, a trance me shakes

an immense silence, I fear, my tread wakes

A respite from angst in an oasis of rarity

my stroll in...

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