Best Painted Poems

Waking to cold blown tent, ground frozen icy hard
woods are my love, as is poetry to a bard.
Today starts my anticipated forest trek,
seeking salvation from...

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With all the time on my hands, I gave my hands one job.
 My Hands   -The Artist-

My hands paint everything in my life
they...

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Like no one before, nor since
 you painted that starry night in oils
  superimposing your life story.

I feel I know this idyllic village
 blanketed...

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Hidden beauty resides not in the grace like charms
Of coy smiles 
Painted across a gentle Madonnas face.
Nor is she vested within the chastened vows
Of saintly...

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A view of the ragged woodland from
The window:-
Slender branched trees that shed
From high above to low below;
The faint, mauven peaks
Smattered with barely visible
Scatterings of drifted...

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Here, I scribble a letter 
to the rhapsodical rose, 
dipping my quill in 
stardust that slips 
like a violet waterfall 
from the tips of 
white...

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We are apples growing on our parent's tree, planted by our grandparents from the apples of our great-grandparents ~ author

October skies still reflect in your...

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Grim fog, I praise the shelter of your drear,
the sundown ghost morose not grandiose,
I walk alone - but, no -- with my despair;
a bittern bids...

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you were an infant
i would sing a song i created for you

'there's a baby in my arms
there's a baby in the mirror
but honey 
there's not...

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have you not heard me?

borne upon the air at dusk, dancing ... I have whispered you in a million voices
    still, you...

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guided streams  of bright lights few squeeze through a crystal tight sky 
colours this nature scene brand new a freshly baked pumpkin spiced pie

a...

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We will walk then, you and I

When daylight shuts her weary eye;

Down the streets where beggars sleep

And drug crazed addicts spend their keep.

On streets that...

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I have seen fair lady April
Dance with daffodils;
I have seen the misty dawn
Light moors and windy hills.
Painted in dark shadows
Of a sunlit afternoon
I have smelled...

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How sweet is the southern beauty of a country rose blossom today.
Soft scents that float gently on the breeze through trees that sway.

With bare feet...

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Where the sound of the wind whistled through the cracks in the walls and the door-sills where pots collected rain beneath a leaky roof where...

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