Best Stippling Poems

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Gustav, how you pique the senses
          captured passion's plural tenses

lovers twined in percale folds
          caught supine with spattered golds

porcelain dolls in fetal slumbers
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Where to place the rippling paint uponthe whitish canvas, setting on a beast of burden,with a palette of bright watery pastels loadedLike a multicolored flower, a masterpiece of its own,lifting the paint and pulling, the first strokeI am bristling with excitement of where,this crosshatching idea...

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Swans steam across the lake.
Streaming in, heads held high.
Strung out in single file.
Stippling surface with wakes.
Signaling flock to join.
Sensing storm clouds brewing,
Shuddering storm ahead....

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As Another July Day Dawns

Stippling . . .
The leaves of the trees
S p a t t e r i n g   …Their
   Silhouettes 
       filling my window  
(Barely to be seen while stll so...

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Somedays, I wake up and my mind is a buzz with the low hum of drunk bees. Other days it's the homicidal scree of the Purge siren meets the absurdity of Happy Gilmore. Those days, the mood stabilizers taste like tic tacs dipped in acid...

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A life recovered from Stygian depths
tainted by the horrors of dark abyss.
He falters as he takes one thousand steps, 
		a life recovered.

Pale sunlight stippling through with warming bliss, 
luminescence he warily accepts,
burning too brightly after his darkness. 

There is a shortening of his sharp breaths...

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Dark stones........... 
Painted in dusky dark 
Deepening hues 
Deepening views 

Dusky gold 
Dusky dark 
Dusky stone.......... 
We are not alone 

Dusky stones, 
gather on the shore 
Dusky rock, 
beginning to flock 

Dark stones on a dark sea 
Flocking on the shore 
The colour night, 
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Get out your sponges, stippling brushes and pens,
It’s time for makeover-Monday-night to begin.
Think Winky Lux, L’Oréal, Urban Decay,
Maybelline, Armani and Fabergé

It’s a black magic realm where brushes are wands,
where a carnival of colors are carefully crayoned.
We have palettes aplenty, in kaleidoscope hues,
to create fashion looks,...

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