Best Paintings Poems

Inviting vibrancy as the season changed
Smiley faces bloomed, reopening dreams. 
Seeing you there marked a blessed event
Akin to magical when first time eyes met.

Breezing trees...

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Oh my dearest love, how longingly I recall
Amorous wink of joy, teasing zealous eyes
When you held my hand on journey of life
And never let go...

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The Park Bench

I wish I was a poet
With magical words
To make people see all of the absurd
Tears fly, paintings in pastel die

When we look into...

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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...

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When I talk to you, I'm talking to the wall -
to photos arranged across from where you hung the paintings
made by your own two hands....

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A tease on the wings of summer's breeze
A tickle in the touch of whispering winds
A glimpse at the art of museum paintings
A stare in the...

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Dewdrops cling onto blades of grass
like sparkling drops of liquid glass.
And as the songbirds sweetly sing
onto blades of grass, dewdrops cling.

With wondrous wings, butterflies fly,
like...

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What Holds More Resplendent Gifts Of The Great And Vast Beyond

Seas of poetry orations, I once took my swims
being strong in spirit, stouter in heart...

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The sun’s sparkling streaks,
of sangria grace, 
descend upon 
the malachite verdant valley;
world of pristine mountains,
and evergreen tales of 
rainbow hued meadows. 
Where medieval castles 
are...

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Leaves of the Dead

Les feuilles mortes 



They fall like dead soldiers
Dreams knifed in the dead of night
It is as yesterday
Once more
Where love was kissing my...

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Twin, silver cathedral bells, sway and chime.
As every note peals out, clear and sublime.

No winds blow through the sky, this silent night.
The peaceful heavens, filled...

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Your words,
are projectiles
dripping with Arsenic
and aimed at my heart
spitting out darts and swords 
that expertly find their mark
and draw blood

Your words,
when aimed at others
are carried...

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art inspires me, Van Gogh fascinates me! 
                                 
   ...

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I've a bit of a problem here...
in a higgledy-piggledy pickle
torn between housewifery
and creative muses fickle.

Scattered, shattered fragments
of odd ideas, dreams
lay about my den, disguised
not nearly...

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Before I die, I want my grandchildren to know these things.
Believe in yourself and be your own best friend.
No one else can keep your secrets...

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