Brush Poems - Poems about Brush

...When I was growing up…getting ready for school…looking back…I feel blessed for my morning routine, unlike the youth of today, didn’t have as much worry or stress. “Good Morning kids,” our mom wou......Read More

...A happenstance of useless attempt, The folly of entering the wrong classroom. I am told to sit down and paint. Paint what? I never used a brush before. I dream I am a gull. An idea flutters er......Read More

...I am in a room, With a brush and a broom. Casually looking into the window, But unable to see the rainbow. My eyes unable to comprehend, For the window was stained. Clouded with colours of bl......Read More

... " Artist Nature paints on sky with airbrush using Sun rays" - Poet PAINTED Setting sunrays to colour in delight. ......Read More

...In The Grass… In the shadows of oaks and birch, Beneath the yearning pines Where my heart was first undone By breathless whispers, kisses Gentle wishes and senses Pressed against thoughts, sw......Read More

...In the Grand Hotel of Old Bisbee, Where the sun shines bright and free, Day drinking with favorite bartenders, Angela and Shelby, such sweetenders. Angela's brush strokes are like her pours, F......Read More

...It could have been so embarrassing But he didn’t really care It was such a simple thing Wearing ladies underwear He chose it all so carefully Every single piece just right Carefully colour mat......Read More

...at the Age of Obvious to a Three-Year-Old "All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, ......Read More

...Her large, dark eyes are a night sky full of stars — offering a glimpse of the eternal, containing more wonders than in the whole universe — the very thing she seeks when she enters mosques and te......Read More

...the cicada's call could break through the loudest of electronic crescendos from the earbuds there to keep the pace uncertain on the night's terrain some lengths of trail unmarked but by a vari......Read More

...Tickle me, Spring, with the tip of a bud And the fluffiest cloud in the sky Tickle me, roll me about in the mud And tease me and teach me to fly Tickle me, Spring, with a tickling stick That i......Read More

...Heavy waves, curly like the seas During the storms, Laughing in sapphire shadows, Silencing the sigh, breathless Prayers for sunlight Glittering through the clouds, Erasing the gales, hurricane......Read More

...the membrane holds her breath: withstands while colors slide and sunlight bounces along the gusts and swirls flashes to a rhythm too complex to discern buoyancy ascribed by a lack of substance i......Read More

...Has the fire indeed left the passion of this brush….. leaving now only colored strokes smeared upon the canvas… where once reigned hopes of calling to memory past days of glory and triumph......Read More

...Oh that it were not so easily brought forth - to be called by passion with simple brush of her hand against mine…… for with such my mind does race to thoughts far more erotic ......Read More