Best Watercolor Poems

The rain set me adrift inside a dream
My mind was on a painting miles upstream
An unforgotten "en plein" I once viewed
A light pastoral springtime interlude

Two...

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Inspired by Andrew Wyeth Watercolor Painting -- Wind From the Sea, 1947




Standing in the old house
A strange mixture of feelings erupt within me
My roommates Depression,...

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Here, I scribble a letter 
to the rhapsodical rose, 
dipping my quill in 
stardust that slips 
like a violet waterfall 
from the tips of 
white...

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When you are 
an agonizing 
echo from a
benevolent voice,
life exhales in
mahogany haze, 
spreading across the
lachrymose meadows as 
scarred rivulets of
sandalwood scents, 
where ceramic 
rhymes slumber...

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Since you have washed over me
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Drifting on a meandering stream
where clover dance and ripples direct my thoughts
to the promises of a new day

I dream I...

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The sun’s sparkling streaks,
of sangria grace, 
descend upon 
the malachite verdant valley;
world of pristine mountains,
and evergreen tales of 
rainbow hued meadows. 
Where medieval castles 
are...

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“Pristine your pose, exposed artistic allure” 

Canvas on easel waits patiently,
naked in formless thought
Inviting rapture’s brush strokes

“White on white destined pleadings”

Visions engulf watercolor yearnings
blending passion’s...

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Standing alone on this beach 

Standing alone on this beach
remembering the sun greeting the horizon,
draping an aquamarine skyline
in swirling watercolor ribbons
enticing twilight to make an...

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When the 
glacial sun slips 
in softened womb 
of the scarlet 
spheres at dusk, 
yearning for 
hibernal rebirth 
as a lustrous 
morning star, 
it radiates...

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When the enchanted 
jailors of life, 
siezed my soul 
and those
sepals unfurling
manipulative
manuscripts 
ceased to 
script a twinkle 
above screams, 
I became a 
slave to my...

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To my Sun, l've become
silent to the screeching 
screams from sirens, 
hiding beneath sapphire seas.
I'm floating like tepid
ripples in wandering waves, 
serenading in songs 
from...

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"Bonjour, in the cocktail woods"
I see the waffled leaves of teal trees painting pink moon, 
With diamond dahlia arcs, flowering an orchid boon
Sprinkling love of...

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When the mirror of 
               life is a gossamer film, ...

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The mica-flecked granite outcroppings loom,
releasing bits of themselves randomly 
sparkling, as they fall, in felted-light they bloom. 

Blasted cliffs, yet brazen, they rise without decree,
unconcerned...

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The sun disappears in the horizon somewhere
                  ...

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