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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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In the art galleries of the world,                                      ...

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.            Man would it be a trip if my
               future self arrived today
       ...

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my son paints his arts
on our snow-capped ground, praising
the November sky...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Sketch me some tears 
I will rub them away
Erase all the pain 
We've been painting today...

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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...

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Picture the words
your pen would write -
Like Wordsworth might?...

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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?...

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