Brushstrokes Poems - Poems about Brushstrokes

sunset sails on palettes of tangerine I close my eyes to fondle this spectacle in few nicks of brushstrokes; its glory done my tears stumble , free falling... asking for whys of its hues vanishing ...

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glowing aurora burnished brushstrokes burnt burgers for tea...

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sun, your brushstrokes in golden honey cloak; pencil, brush, chalk, or charcoal all faux cannot capture your talent. colour, shadow, or life fluent taken seriously, stuck in still-life beauty, but the present, sunny. 3/17/2020...

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Brushstrokes. . Bright colored brushstrokes Among fluffy white clouds Hanging in a vibrant blue sky Make one's heart smile And satisfy ones adoring eye Sublime beauty Worthy of praise. . Peter Dome©2020....

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~ I painted my dreams on the cloud covered heavens Poetic brushstrokes I hope to come true In soft watercolors the shade of forever Then signed them with love and sent them to you In hopes you would find along the horizon These November wishes as night comes to be And know in your heart the artistic meaning My every dream is you here with me ~...

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The strokes of angry waves painted, Beneath a sky of charcoal gray. Did you feel it even then, The water's rise above your head? Bobbing up and down, Slowly losing ground, As they tried to hold on To the clothes which become Your coffin. Knowing this you went anyway, To try and save Someone you never knew. It's hard to believe, But where you weren't before, I now...

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BRUSHSTROKES OF BELLA deep cobalt dining, alfresco & breezy. lantern swings in wind. lush landscape view. blue and white curtains billow beside huge windows, as Bella, in a quiet spot, rocks. Marc strolls past window, painting a scene, that captures his adoration. eyes see Bella in corner with shawl. Kim Rodrigues © 2017...

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Shades of sunsets in stormy skies, Starlit promises in hazel eyes. Pastel dreams in a neon embrace, Passionate whispers of silence. Hazy moonbeams in a sea of gold, a kiss so familiar, a touch so old. Dancing on waves of blushing clouds, laughter in lavender cream. Diamond in a pitch black sky, forever in a breathless sigh, fire in muted shades of grey, brushstrokes of...

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..,..,…,…,.,..,..,.. An artist would find hard to draw The shape of mountain without flaw As brushstrokes freeze in nature’s awe ©all rights reserved * Triplet is a three-lined poem that rhymes. Each line has the same number of syllables. ©all rights reserved .......................... For Brian Strand's TRIPLET By: nette onclaud...

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He pulls himself to the frame, And lets his instincts take control. He then takes a few steps back, And attacks the canvas from his soul. He blends the colors smoothly, With his fingers and the brush. He’s unhurried as he paints; He never gets in a rush. He adjusts the frame gently, And from his heart, he gropes. He lets his genius take over...

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