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 ease with relief
That this perfect image will be with me
Always enlightening me to believe
God’s paintbrush carries no imperfection
It paints with...

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Have you seen the sky on fire,
Just before the sun is up?
Seen a hummingbird sip nectar
From a morning glory cup?
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An agile Cinnamon bear
Saunters across rusty snow
A treacherous avalanche path.
Meandering through fields
Bathed in Indian Paintbrush
And Columbine, Purple
Elephants forcing their faces
Through marshy creek beds.

A futile attempt to find
Berries so near to tundra and sky,
The great sow tears open
Rotted logs, finding morsels
Of insect meat.

The day moves into...

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Do mental somersaults and backflips to establish a message
Invisible thoughts of madness rebuilt no blemish the wreckage
And this impression of subconscious stability holds many debts 
So aggressions like monstrous in a degree to pay respects

Removing pain built partitions without the builders permission
Recreating brains dimensions now...

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Our night sky is barren tonight
We’ve built subdivisions, And
Towers 
Where
Every Free inch
Blocks the beauty of a once
Swim-able River
Now 
Poisonous to its fish friend occupants
Where
Stars are overpowered by
Neon lighs and limelight brights
Leave a disgusting
Stain
 THAT WAS
On a once beautiful sunset
canvas
by god’s paintbrush
now left by mans
graffiti
ugly words
now...

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I confess it’s better everyday.
Since you have swung your heart my way.
Rock bottom seemed to have no floor.
Then dove into the bleak abyss.
Blinded till I drowned amidst.
Light leading to the lamp-post at your door.

Step inside your space unknown.
Painting the room, coloring stone.
Then getting better became...

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Over the ocean in a far away land,
My lover sits with a steady hand.
Splashing lashings of acrylic paint;
Upon a surface with no restraint.
He smudges, swirls and smears it in,
Traditional art with a brand new spin.
To share his culture to the world,
Paintings, sculptures he has hurled.
They...

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The creator while painting the universe,
Added brilliance,with vivid colours to mother nature,

Yellow sun became orange at the twilight,
Seven colours of rainbow, an ethereal delight,
Various notes of green to trees in abundance, 
Snowflakes on tops shimmered silvery and extra white,

Shades of blue in changing sky and...

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Me and my friends we lay in a line, 
Ready to be coloured from dry,
Ready to douse and create beautiful, 
Answers to your questions of why,

With the hand that feels behind your true love, 
Behind what people seek most,
Gliding each of us in a Royal...

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Something's in the air tonight, my spirit is amiss, the 
atmosphere caresses like a dead grandmother's 
kiss,

the wind blows like a garden tool to keep my 
language clean, the moonlight hits the chrome 380, 
makes my right hand gleam.

I turn from out the open window,...

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Something's in the 
air tonight, my spirit 
is amiss, the 
atmosphere 
caresses like a 
mother's gentle kiss,

the wind blows like 
a garden tool to 
keep my language 
clean, the 
moonlight hits the 
chrome 380, makes 
my right hand 
gleam.

I turn from out the 
open window,...

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Yellow paintbrush.
Paint splatters on your exterior.
Yellow.
Wet.
Cold.
Paint splatters no more.
Lost.
Sad.
Gone.
Yellow paintbrush no more....

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Majestic hues, pastel view
Pink perfection, blissfully blue
Awake with orange landscape 
King, create 

Beautifully intertwined
Mastermind 
Yellow binding, gray fading 
King created...

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Whats the difference between purple and green
The same as that between blue and pink
That seems to defines our sexuality
or black or white
That denies another right to be human
All life is colour
And death the turpinetine that wipes the canvas clean
I choose to be the paintbrush....

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Chi town
death town
three years old
shot in the head
town
sick town
businesses burning down town
white flight town
chi-town-ghost town

another 14 dead over the weekend
town
the whole fn city can't breath
chi-town death clowns
juggling tombstones
town
riot town
tonight-another bloody night
town

A small Baptist church 
sits in the middle of chi town
"the well of hope": it...

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