Best Repainting Poems

Ambivalent pink heaven 
merging softly into ethereal earth’s stratosphere
With a vibrancy and star plunk, 
repainting the world with glittering hope.
Sprinkling it with love stars, 
surrounding...

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Frozen flames pressed between each sheet
I flip every page while taking notes
Censoring every event in my past 
I fall deep when staring at the painting...

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I was a world famous fashion designer, and quite enraptured with the new,
Like first caress of pink, peach dawn light, smiling at the full moon's...

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hanging from the foliage
in your hundreds
repainting the leaves
in bright shades
of black and orange
with your waterproof
gossamer wings
of four inch span
so fragile and 
yet so strong
enabling you...

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(Duo rhyme in Honor of Mary Ports)

Butterflies & Moonbeams 

Of things that inspire I will write 
Whether things of day or by night 
 ...

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Wind can be a bit pushy
at times
Though I would be first
to admit
of needing nudges in different
directions

inclined to linger too long
under shady canopy

or at the seashore
gazing...

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It really bugged him, that shadow lurking
in the depths of the corner just waiting.

He had tried moving everything around
to no avail, it hung there as...

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You were a puppeteer. Sitting at your desk, you crafted me, delicately you painted a smile upon my face, so I was always happy –...

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Though years slip by through time
  if you live long enough and rewind;
  you get to see that history
  is ever a...

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Another grim, grey story murmurs the morning headlines,

On top of grumpy wood

While a half-drank cup of coffee accepts its fate.

Like a basking lion,

The knife rests...

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He’s gone.
	Just like that.
Poof.
	I walk home,
My head filled with Kyle.
	I miss him and,
A stupid letter,
	Won’t compensate, 
For the fact,
	That he’s gone.
I live in a slanted...

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Reflection is music in spirit
Deception is gratification through 
ignorance; 
Decisions cover the wallpaper on the 
walls and furniture of
This stage we as actors play to...

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I would ride a rhinoceros for you
ride it to Timbuctoo
and bring you back
all the golden sand of the desert in a bottle

I would overcome an...

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Scrolling, not listening ;
You think that’s supportive?!
You think you’re the bomb?
Weak ass detonation 
Famous last words;
You call yourself an artist?!

Pretending to pay attention 
coming with...

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At the crossroad  
Where I cried and rise to stardom 
Unchained from within 
And sing a song of freedom 
There my seed would be,...

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