Best Sketch Poems

Color is an integral part of my life, essential in
physical descriptions, a blessing to language. 
Colors are perfect subjects for character sketches.

For one perusing the color wheel, it's easy to 
choose green, a color of such versatility and 
profound meaning.

Symbol of nature and youth, signifying...

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Poverty stands close ready to knock
Bare essentials just those
Much love, human companionship
Lessons in life imposed

As a boy he learned to work
He didn't love it but did
With willingness he plowed the mule
No brothers' work him outdid

Responsive, responsible boy
Turns into a selfess man
A reliable mature human
Remembers where...

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her obdurate scales no longer silk
(once kaleidoscopic),
worn from tides that led her to a
stagger stone,
she left the ocean to be alone;
unyielding waters wide
parted when she cried-
no ocean could atone

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pale and barren, she wore nudity
like soft chiffon enveloped in lace-
long auburn hair flowing down to
the lowest...

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I sketch the stars
This edge of night
To walk by faith and
Not by sight...

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Born in Cincinnati that buckeye state 
January 13th 1959 – 57+ years to date
A tangle of arms & legs testing lungs, which sounded great
He kind of resembled a misshapen octopus with oval pate
Glowering inxs of deep purple from blue mood being irate
Thrust out the womb...

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a lead pencil, blunt
and flaking, in a sketch book;
grey faces peer back...

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She is the sketch, never looked nice,incomplete and the loner.
She never glowed like princesses,
always at the back raw
and was never expected to bloom like Gerbera daisies.
She is just the sketch

with her peers she played and laughed
and some days she would wish to take that atmosphere
back...

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A pen travels across paper; a line appears to follow.

Curiously growing eyes; anxiously follow its path.

Muscles and tendons taught; cat leaps and the sketch is gone....

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Nature is a sketch
of the tenuous hold we have 
on formidable time.
No season stands  immutable - 
each an interlude - one to another.

Demurely, summer gives way to Fall.
Bereft of leaves, brittle branches rattle
against a crisp blue sky. 
When winter enfolds us all we dream;
the...

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Hibiscus drooped, sheds
Petals in the gust of rain ...
A broken heart dies

Swallows swivel rain
Above water stifled grass .. .
Memories of joy

Light covers the earth
And dust make rainbows appear ...
I am that poem

Sky and tablecloth of stars....

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—Memorial Day Elegy—

The grave site
where the men and women of patriotic spirit fought bravely 
in the battlefield and fell for glory of the nation, 
abandoned everything that they have, buried 
at an age that is too young to die lie as headstones.

No matter with how...

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My somewhat outsize ears and longish neck 
(I swear exist, which contrary to popular myth 
never seen by living persons) support this egg shaped 
(fried or scrambled some might argue) head.

A mostly flat and hairless chest attests to a regular 
regimen of light (self-concocted) chest-pounding...

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A charcoal sketch of lonely eyes;
 Stygian grey reflected lies,
Desolate haunts that drift from where
  the graphite raven sets her stare;
Trembling pleas her god denies,
  A charcoal sketch of lonely eyes,
Feels embers dim to chalky coal
  and onyx smolder through her soul;
Her...

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Painting You

Before painting, I first sketch you
In my mind’s eye…To compose
The lines, shapes, shadows and lights, 
That work altogether to form a semblant sight
Of you for any relative, friend or acquaintance…

Next, I embrace the required courage
To face the blank canvas; to dip my brush 
In...

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perched on a prominent edge of me
                        I ache looking through my dream debris
compelled I sight a prospective ledge
   ...

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