Best Renoir Poems

Painting with Words

If I were an artist instead of a poet
I’d paint what I knew as others would know it.

I’d be a Renoir and never...

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Your words has made love to me under a spell
I feel just so alive inside your love sweetheart
flying echoes within beautiful songbirds singing in the...

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That is the path I've chosen,
covered with soft blades of grass
hedged with variegated hostas,
and moonlight filtering 
through hanging willow trees.
The winding path tilts slightly uphill,
towards...

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(Must be read, while listening to the music link embedded in this poem, for without the music, the magic is missing).

W. E. Soundtrack- Abel Korzeniowski
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxO1csWNKmg



"dans...

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In this, the fairest city of romance, and inside the marvelous museum

to which I have made my first pilgrimage as a lover of art,

I stand...

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Atmospheric perspective such a common ruse
You know way off in the distance a mirage of blue
Nitrogen and oxygen meet wavelengths above
A sky gathering that becomes...

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Floating scents 
of blossoms 
Walking in the ashes 
Of Derek's heaven 
Inbound upon vision 
Falling crystal teardrops 
Summer dew 
On the ground 

Beautiful gardens surround...

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I last-touch
the tiny giggle
of the hand that carelessly lets go
a moment of a horizon-less lifetime.

And she lifts her head
encoppered curly hair
framing the face
that uncle Chagall...

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Colored lights mesmerized shadows as we danced.
With his presence, the night was entranced.
Who was he, and why did he make me feel?
But clouds of mystery...

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The Art of Snow

I sit and gaze upon the wintry slope 
Inside my aged abode so drab and plain. 

Engulfed by white, the blizzard moves...

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Baby
I can already see it.
You
walking on a sheer floating gossamer wave
where the stars drip from the cieling like hot wax
Your hair sweeping over your eyes...

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An afterlife awaits a star
on having bid its au revoir
in supernova’s days of yore,
with remnant of collapsing core
impressionistic as Renoir.

The cosmos leaves the door ajar
for...

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~Master Painters~
(Cinquain Chain)


Paintings
Some beautiful
Masterpieces I love
The Mona Lisa with that smile 
Arcane

Arcane
Delightful ones
Paintings that bring much joy
Rembrandt, Vermeer, Van Gogh, Kinkaid
Masters

Masters
Of great paintings
God given gifts...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s Courbet: Elegy 8 by T. Wignesan

Blanches oeuvres ouvertes
résident dans les jours
la surface du banc de travail est noire
les géraniums-lierres
les fougères et...

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I do not fear you, Blue hellion of Satan! From deep within the reaches of his evil den, your master has sent your frozen azure...

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