Best Painter Poems

The Old Painter

sublime my paintings, memory be
lost in time, I now must see

where once the gale winds trembled chill
wrapped in blankets, remember still

a touch, a kiss, the summer sun
from deep within, must now be spun

I frolic to and fro in time
my brush, alas..... can only...

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There is a part of me missing
There is a part of me that shall never be
Inside of this dark sad brooding mind
Is the painter who will never see

So I take my pen, and vaso of wine
I contemplate
I get lost in the drunkenness of time
Stooped over...

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. 
 I found it between freshly cut buttercups  

and a cerulean sea

Splashed upon a canvas

 of a painter' s fantasy .

I am colour blind , yet since I was a child

I could feel, I could taste, I could hear  

I could smell...

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Not
loved by
the critics,
artist Kinkade
adds a special glow
to his pastoral art.
A number of plates graced with
his cozy scenes adorn my home.
Kinkade understands a woman's heart.

Written Dec. 7, 2015
For the Famous Painter Poetry Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron...

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Green on my fingers, 
pink and purple too.
Acrylic paint lingers,
Ah! There is red and blue.

When I paint I’m such a mess,
Ruin my clothes every time.
Outer beauty must confess.
Truly hidden under grime.

Magical canvas,
Interrupts in ups and downs.
Makes me so happy,
In yellows, blues and browns.

Light and lively,
My...

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His
Words
Flow with
Elegance
To create paintings
On a canvas filled with white light,
Bursting with everlasting imagery of nature



Copyright © 2009   Lena “Lolita” Townsend

*inspired by Raul’s wonderful Haiku “Sunset” 
*for Brian’s Contest...

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I have walked past the mirror so many times,
God, I cannot believe what I see.
I once was a painter of great songs and rhymes,
Brushing rainbows and drinking muse tea.
I sang to the hearts of the rich and the poor.
"He's a genius, a prophet," they said.
I...

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Painter

My life was painted
Long before I arrived
I follow the paint brush
Alone, left to surmise
If I belong in a painting
Or on a road to nowhere at all
Life is so black and white
Colors have faded away from eye sight
Along the promenades of loneliness
Were no able painter would...

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"I am sending you a gift of poetry, dear heart."  This one really reached out to me in its simple
  and uncluttered use of a sunrise to show God's handiwork.  I thought that since your work was
  in Haiku,  I...

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'MIND THE PAINTER

     Mind paints canvas of life as amateur
     Some hues taken from palette of events
     Some contributed by human nature
     oozing from emotive urge at moments.
 ...

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Do you have any idea how much material your entire being holds? 
I'm not talking about the materialistic (of the world) things many have their fingers tightly gripped on second by second... Moreso....

You are one glorious stretch of canvas, rolled out into different sections.
Your mind;...

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Piano Player of Jesus Music -Painter of Jesus Portrait- 


If I could paint, I would paint Jesus face;
Upon the canvas, it would be wonderful;
It would be so great—
To see those many colors awesome and bold;
To tell in print a portrait never been sold;
I would add...

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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 moods in mahogany frames
     melancholy painters with undiscovered names
     rearrange reveries in...

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In the know
With Van Gogh
You all think you know him
But who channels him?
Who swims in color?
Who has paint on their hands in a perpetual way?
You all think you know him
I live him....

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In borrowed plumes
a masquerade we stage.
Thoughts echo doctrines 
passions are preordained.
From broken families 
where fractured spirits weep
Mothers of soulful sorrow 
With eyes that never sleep.

We inherit canvases 
pre-primed with societal skews.
But the brush trembles in our hand 
Praying for a different magical muse.

Why is contentment...

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