Brushstroke Poems - Poems about Brushstroke

... In the spotlight's glow, the maestro stands tall, Conductor of dreams, orchestrating all. With baton in hand, a wizard of sound, He weaves melodies that astound. Each note a brushstroke, pain......Read the rest...

... Line of inquiry: "discarding narrow thought flow crutch we learn directly by soft touch and what we garner we relay to the vast void in childlike play entwined thus with the universe we dan......Read the rest...

... One moment she was there and the next she was gone like the wind when it blows through the eaves, one moment she was there and the next, she was not The......Read the rest...

... Empty sheet a blank canvas and a wall hanging a screen arras listen to me—share your journey why didn't you earn to draft a guernsey? Igniting the flame                     as ......Read the rest...

...**Imaginations**, like dew-kissed petals at dawn, Unfurl in secret gardens of the mind, Where stars converse in whispers, and moonbeams Weave tapestries of forgotten dreams. They are the **weav......Read the rest...

... This poem is a special devotion for my mother, who has always been a healing sun for these wintry eyes. Mumma, you're my hope, my strength, my magic and my heartbeat. I'll always find my fairy-......Read the rest...

...A brushstroke choreographing dramatic elegy framing harmonic gavotte specified such so as to issue a rhyme, but proceeded as this scribe didst git linkedin with the cutting crew, mow or less......Read the rest...

... The art was most masterful on the dark canvas Within the thick of night his hand was full of sweep beneath the Muskan moon the artist quivered not Etching silver do......Read the rest...

...Golden dewdrop spread on gray window sill, warm rays from the summer sunburst at will, sprightly cheep from high flier mourning bird, pulsating heart aroused by what I heard Gorgeous is an adj......Read the rest...

...I'm back. Stood in from of the Marc Chagall That is quietly across the road I don't know what else is quietly sitting just out of my eyeline Whether wraparound sentences are indeed my friend......Read the rest...

...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 ceram......Read the rest...

...Give me flowers while you still can, In this fleeting world, a brief lifespan. Don't wait till I am under the sand, To say I was the man that always took a stand. Let blossoms of love unfold, In......Read the rest...

... Connections, how are they made? Perceptions waved in radio, station identification made, declared, paved. Frequency paired by molecules in fertile atmosphere. Staging place o......Read the rest...

...Oh Lord, the sky is wide open, a vast expanse, Where dreams take flight in a cosmic dance. Above the earthly bounds, where birds freely roam, In the canvas of heavens, our spirits find a home. ......Read the rest...

...strapped to the mast, I recite it so to show what I saw, I had to know no dramatisation of emotion took place I was there, my friend in that ......Read the rest...