Best Paints Poems
My memory flashes back on my most horrific nightmare…
Again, I find myself in rivet of this excruciating pain
With emaciated body, I totter to my wheelchair
Holding my paintbrushes and glass paints
Dogged enough to finish the portraits of my agonizing tale.
It’s so hard to clear up my hazy mind
Like smoked glasses- a canvas which I need to dust…
As my tears seek its way to dry
My fine hair drops at every strand
While these paint brushes of mine sweeps so fine.
My mother is so old… now alone with me
Can’t sing long lullabies anymore,
Can you sing for me?
Please put me into deep slumber
To dream that this nightmare sets me free
As I fervently pray and cling tightly to Thee.
My memory riffles through my agonizing tales one at a time
Peeking through a fizzled hope, then I see the light
As all smoked glasses are with colorful paints now
My fragile and emaciated body begin to rise
Anchored by my indomitable spirit, pale skin starts to blush
And my hair grows even more robust than pinctober’s thymes.
©2015Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Oct. 3, 2015 6.25pm
Categories:
paints, celebration, inspirational,
Form:
Epic
When love paints a picture we can clearly see
Igniting powerful emotions between you and me
Unlocking the door setting our spirits sailing free
Empowering our souls lighting up so magically
Allowing us to bond into our forever destiny
Together as one in complete harmony
Love opening windows of opportunity
Shaping our life into all that will come to be
Exploring boundaries without being denied
Feeling our love that is so magnified
Out in the open where we don't have to hide
Where we can enjoy life's amazing ride
Praying it's enough to get us to the other side
Not being defeated by our foolish pride
In a special place where our hearts light up the sky
With God living in heaven turned up on high
Wonderful the way love rolls in like the ocean tide
Life's cherished memories are locked deep inside
As we take them all in stride for stride
Making sure to keep our eyes open wide
Breathtaking watching our love collide
Living life's tender moments before they pass us by
Honoring each other in love without asking why
Sharing a lifetime together is what makes it all fly
Categories:
paints, blessing, destiny, emotions, environment,
Form:
Rhyme
Long before the sun breaks the horizon
the sky begins to lighten,
turning night's shadowy unknowns
into day's familiar friends.
The clock strikes the morning hour
as hope paints another sunrise.
Categories:
paints, hope,
Form:
Sijo
If you look closely, you will see
the masterpiece Winter painted
along mighty Erie’s shore
in the darkness, well into the early morning light.
You will see his fondness for delicate shades of gray,
How one by one he bends and sheaths the tall ornamental grass
in rounded silvery whiteness, and
how he paints ripply footprints at the water’s edge.
If you look closely, you will see
the fluttering gulls in the distance,
Seemingly small, yet not insignificant,
Every detail a pixel of life.
There’s more, if you look closer,
If you’re willing to brazen the biting wind,
Like the pile of jagged sticks, and mossy green rocks from summer,
Now a single creamy white ice sculpture.
And if you hold your eyes and heart wide open,
you can read the painter’s signature
written in the battleship gray sky—
December
Categories:
paints, christmas, nature,
Form:
Free verse
In the art galleries of the world, we find may priceless pieces. Many are very old from the masters, many are newer from modern day times. They have painted in charcoal~oils and watercolors, today with a knife~their finger~a can of spray paint. From flowers to the sky in amazing colors, to a portrait of you and me. An artist is an artist in their own rite, painting with their creativity from above.
Date Written: 11/8/2021
1 Place
A STRAND (Dec 30) Contest Judged:12/30/2021
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
paints, art, beauty, color, magic,
Form:
Free verse
. Man would it be a trip if my
future self arrived today
to tell me how she
found our
Source
of
Life,
and that
I'm actually
there with her in
perfect unison now.
Truly I'd be speechless.
Categories:
paints, art
Form:
Shape
my son paints his arts
on our snow-capped ground, praising
the November sky
Categories:
paints, art, childhood, nature, on
Form:
Haiku
Wolfgang Mozart wolfed in haste,
A poetic sonata serene,
Harmonizing in good taste—
Finally finishing in canteen,
For a fix of caffeine.
Wolfgang Mozart makes no bones,
The audience not realizing,
He painted harmonic tones,
Spellbinding, yet not surprising,
Tunes so mesmerizing.
Categories:
paints, music,
Form:
Rhyme
Beneath windswept limbs of an ancient tree
I quietly sit as Dawn's brush paints the sky.
My thoughts turn in this sunrise morning
to blades of grass around me that soon will dry
after sprinkled with dew when night held sway.
I'm feeling melancholy over days gone by,
recalling sad memories that come to mind...
A love once held deep within my heart
and a romantic song we had called our own.
Here, on the ridge where the world is hushed,
I'm in no rush to leave my dreams behind
while remembering a time when life was kind.
Categories:
paints, lost love, memory,
Form:
Free verse
Picture the words
your pen would write -
Like Wordsworth might?
Categories:
paints, imagination, poetry, writing,
Form:
Than-Bauk
Sketch me some tears
I will rub them away
Erase all the pain
We've been painting today
Categories:
paints,
Form:
Pain paints poetry
Love gives us the victory
The heart breaks through misery
While words are cemented in history
Shadows of comfort will sprinkle your face
Blades of power will hold your mouth
Words of silence can’t escape
The thunderous ploy of your heart
Pain paints poetry
Hearts that bleed are hearts that feed off the weight of love
The sudden shift of emotion illuminates the darkness
The singleness of a passion electrifies the soul
But the cold shift of isolation keeps the mission purpose driven!
Pain paints poetry
You will feed off every abnormality and
Reveal the centrality of all hidden thoughts!
Then after a while you will smile again
Knowing your heart bled because
It was a comfort worth exploring
It was an oddity worth refining and above all
It was a love worth mentioning
Pain paints poetry
Hearts that bleed are hearts that feed off the weight of love
The sudden shift of emotion clarifies the darkness
The oneness of a passion electrifies the soul
But the cold shift of isolation keeps the mission purpose driven!
Pain paints poetry
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Categories:
paints, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
She paints freely
Whenever she is around
Then draws briefly
Either a smile or frown
She's good at building texture
Less is more where it counts
She paints by numbers
When she's out and about
She wears a smock
So there's less of a mess
But when it comes to abstract hearts
No promises are kept
Mistakes are hard to erase
When using an angry oil base
She paints by numbers
Helping to cut to the chase
She makes you feel
Life is but surreal
With you as her medium
Nailed to her easel
Using you as her landscape
In her brushstrokes of give and take
She paints by numbers
The only way she can keep life straight
Categories:
paints, art, life,
Form:
Rhyme
My God above whose wisdom surely shows
When Mother Nature paints her glory grand.
While gilding grass beside the river grows,
The autumn trees with golden leaves, as planned,
Reflect their beauty, clinging reds and yellows.
Rainwater streams her life upon the land.
Beneath the mountain cattle comes to graze.
And thus, without the help of man, life stays.
© February 21, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Categories:
paints, faith, life, nature, seasons,
Form:
Ottava rima
She sits on her crooked stool
flowers on her summer dress
seated so delightfully poised
her brush is sweeping elegantly
over the stretched canvas
as I lean on this tree
and revere her.
What does she paint? The light
of the sun dancing on the still
black pond water? The trees
in the cove yonder? Their
leaves pirouetting in the hot
summer wind? Or perhaps its
the bobbing boats moored from
the distance of the jutted
rocky shore?
No matter for she is a painting
painting a painting. She is
so delightful as her head tilts
slightly towards her subject
very near colored laundry which
billows slowly waves predictably
in the warm and gentle breeze.
I look and gaze as the summer’s
dense heat creates creeping
rivulets of hot sweat on my brow
Oh these woods! The little
cottage with the white drapes
rising and falling in the sticky
breeze over the tiny window sills
Oh that cottage! That lone
sanctuary as silent witness sits.
Even Monet that fearless artist
with his lovely works couldn’t
capture the nature of this scene
couldn’t replicate its sacred
serenity its tender tranquility.
And the Cicadias are in concert
here in unison their harmony a
rising and falling a hypnotic
rhythm until a baby cries out
and all at once she stirs
she rises.
As she walks-strides really-
toward the door toward her joy
there’s a sweet smile for me!
A welcoming wave for me! And in
this moment in this place beside
this tree I wave and smile and
stand transfixed mesmerized
entranced by the divine splendor
of the scene and the euphoria
that is her.
(click on the pic to preview my poetry book!)
Categories:
paints, love,
Form:
Free verse