Brush Poems - Poems about Brush

...Long for the tender tormenting touch of her slips, a vermillion vice of the abyssal depths that lay within the merest brush of her breath, a zephyr's caress that set aflame the parched arid landscape......Read the rest...

...In the labyrinth of thoughts where shadows dance with echoes of forgotten liberties, Where the moon casts its silver veil upon the silent watchers of the night, He wanders, a soul lost in the sea o......Read the rest...

...In the mystical realms where shadows waltz with whispers of yesteryear, Where the moon's silver tendrils weave through the fabric of the night, The man, the mad ape, traverses, a spectral echo of h......Read the rest...

...Poem that is written with each gentle kiss Music I play twitching the corners of my lips Art brush paint four magnum opus till death Final one I will whisper with my dying breath......Read the rest...

... give me strayed lines, dilated pupils I'm at one with our eye to eye moment let me brush my hair out of my face... to look at you I'm painted in ink, unchangeable more or less wholly drawn ......Read the rest...

...As I'm sweeping the shadows of questions affecting others, If I pay the toll taking another's, the faint blanketing, for this is my turn upon entering Light blinding horrors, awaiting annihilatio......Read the rest...

... In the glare of SYNTHETIC neon lights, The metropolitan city is awake even at night. Distracting noises EMENATE from all corners, Peace is not found in the bustling crowd. Vehic......Read the rest...

...A recent brush with death, makes most people reflect.. They stop and think of God, not just give him a nod.. It's been less then two weeks and Trump's back to nasty tweets.. True colors flaring......Read the rest...

...how do I extinguish my thirst for painting? I wake up thinking of this hobby and I go to sleep exhausted and happy from it how do I quench my creative thirst? I pick up a paint brush and swirl ......Read the rest...

...I died the other day, fore am but a wraith, manipulated by creatures, leeches of the realm moribund. Scars etch my face from lobotomies, artistry crafted with a silver brush, scalpel carves s......Read the rest...

...an artist paint brush spreads magic across canvas exhilarating sight......Read the rest...

... When you lose your voice, I hope you’ll still speak with your smile When you can’t make a choice I hope you’ll just sit for a while When you feel the worst struggles, I hope you can hear the......Read the rest...

...A delicate framework of filigree curls All dancing in ringlet on summertime girls A picture as fresh as a zephyr in June As soft as a sunset on meadow, new moo......Read the rest...

...When we were young, your shadow took the form of a little girl A little sister to an older brother That ruled the world A shadow that endlessly followed you around Who thought her sib......Read the rest...

...My mind is stripped of crippling inhibitions It rummages, unfettered with mundane thoughts delving along beveled edges of a distorted mirror as though it sees inside my sutured heart In its scarr......Read the rest...