Best Portraits Poems

The grandeur of a majestic mountain
standing proud against the horizon
with its snow-capped peak
enveloped in fleecy white clouds
against a clear azure blue sky

The glorious majesty of a stately sequoia
towering above the surrounding vegetation
being the largest living thing on earth
its massive trunk over thirty feet wide
with its...

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self portraits 


color me in dandelion yellow
thumbing my nose at beauty’s pawns
intruder in the gardens of the mellow
mimicking the beauty of my dawns.

paint me in thick oils, richness deep
colors of wild howls, barks, and hoots
surrounded by the company I keep
anchored in the depth of wilding...

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Sometimes, 
I write poems like 
Drawing a portrait...
Give it a loose framework,
Then fill it out, starting 
From the heart-
I always shade in the eyes first 
Because they give the paper 
A soul-
Always write down the 
First words That come to 
Mind because I'm trying to...

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Seasons like emotions fade away.
Where poisonous rain once
blistered susceptible surfaces,
now sapphire skies showcase the saffron sun,
silently soothing somber scars.

Yesterday was a vacant colouring book.
Today is a kaleidoscopic canvas of colours,
illuminating every blank page.
Rainbow rivers stream through my veins,
as eyes paint in positive portraits.

Pen flows like...

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Storm born prisms reflecting rainbow
Arching between the hills below

Moonbeams on water mirror the sky
Far away the loon's haunting cry

At the end of our street runs a creek
Played in by many little feet

Just one splendid drop from off the leaf
Such beauty ours in moments brief


3/17/14...

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Drowning in foolish beliefs;
Pixilated portraits falling off
Corroded walls;
Blank canvases pervaded by
Grainy brush strokes,
Billowing amidst scattered flickers of
Crumbling structures,
Ambling in blighted stillness.
Venturing to find equilibrium in
This cryptic world,
Stranded and abandoned,
Layered upon a
Pillar of empiric darkness,
Glazed in meaningless semantics....

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I painted portraits of you in my heart
till' dark clouds allowed pouring rain to fall
washed away paintings hung that fell apart
to leave my heart's chamber an empty hall
my love for you held portraits that I hung
now a darker place with its vacant walls
where my love's...

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Written by Gail DeBole on January 26, 2013

Portrait One

You thought that they were crazy.
Watching the news each night.
Your explanation was simple.
Crazy.  The killers, the liars, the cheaters…
And I snuggled next to you.
Thinking how overly-simplified your conclusion was.
Your shoulder making an excellent pillow.
Your apron always...

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The flower and the soil

   ‘O, flower, if you’ll be
rooted to me firmly, 
you’ll be standing proud; 
I’ll not let you fall.
I’ll nourish and nurture you
till Father Time calls, 
and wilt you and wither
into just a memory.


The nest and the nestling

  ...

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“It is the custom of scholars when addressing behavior and culture to speak variously of anthropological explanations, psychological explanations, biological explanations, and other explanations appropriate to the perspectives of individual disciplines. I have argued that there is intrinsically only one class of explanation. It traverses...

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PORTRAITS

photographic portrayal depicted

perspective platitude inflicted

projective persona conflicted







(Copyright© April 2013-Kim van Breda)...

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Dawn hurls
Magic aura;
Song birds sing

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Cheery sunrise
Poetry of light;
Ceremonious new day

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Awakening
Dreamy lines linger;
Unremembered glimpses

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Brisk walk seeking
Wet market food supplies;
Fresh vegetables greet

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Busy food court
Crowded queues;
Hunger strikes a pose

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Early morning queue
Banking transactions;
Money on the move

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Friendly fruit vendor
Skins three pineapples;
Durians? Very nice!

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Night market stalls
All sorts of stuff;
Even used books...

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If I would love you unconditionally, would you always love me back?

I told her, “No way, you can’t possibly be”

The girl of my dreams finally escaping the wrinkles of my imagination

On longitudes and latitudes, you are dotted in silhouettes

This is not a suicidal love

A feeling...

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Hall Of Blank Portraits 

To my father, 
I paint you as the sea, 
Ebbing and flowing 
In my memory.
Drifting in the doldrums 
Immortal and serene, 
Sleeping forever 
In blues and green,
I sit on the shore 
And dip my feet,
Fearing your portrait 
Will remain incomplete. 

To...

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stacked certificates of printed births.

 ink stamped little feet on four by eight cards.

 such near relatives returning to
golden crayan bethel's.  

 exact paper portraits....
                 such exact paper...

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