Canvas Poems - Poems about Canvas

On my untouched white canvas, I hide, Thoughts flowing like a deep river inside, A universe of melancholy quietly enveloping me, Like the sea singing its unknown mystery. Shades of red like a heavy sunset, Over the horizon, in the...Read the rest...

Glow- sky Crows fly Airy Prairie River Giver Aids flow Blades grow Gold plains hold grains Vista’s kisses: Vast strands grasslands...Read the rest...

The poet is a painter who spreads his soul on the vast canvas of time, with emotions flowing like a river of colors through the valleys of unspoken thoughts, touching with his invisible brush the shadows and...Read the rest...

I've got it hard for you - a heart for you A singsongy version of your hidden truth A multi-coloured paint on an artist's wooden easel Screaming life into the canvas - with royal upheaval Mixing the multi-coloured...Read the rest...

Beautiful paintings hung on high. God's vast canvas, stretching the sky. From deep blue of bitter cold, To the warm red brush strokes bold. Every color, every shade, in the wonders His hands made. Beautiful paintings hung on high,...Read the rest...

Ink bleeds, a heart's confession—a swirling maze of feeling. Each line, a path into the soul's chambers, revealing secrets few glimpse. A youth's echo, life's fragments, a unique spirit unfolds. Each word, a self-shard,...Read the rest...

When in your eyes my heart finds sacred fire, Every beat, a love-etching that never tires. Your laughter, music that my soul desires, Melting fears, and soothing life's darkest fires. Your touch, a flame that burns with endless might, Midnight...Read the rest...

Near ocean surf, buds bloom. Duet-sashay in silky dress. Side to side sway of locks. Teeny feet in tall grass. Brunette and strawberry blonde. Pinwheel-limbs like pale ballerinas. Midnight-bare without glass, Fairy-soles in overgrown freesia. Sisters in momentum of glee. Brushed eyes, opened and...Read the rest...

Picasso's fractured forms, a jagged, broken line, A world of angles where my vision can't align. I yearn for harmony, a smooth, unbroken flow, But in your chaos, a hidden truth, I know. Monet's light, a gentle caress,...Read the rest...

Stretched upon the meadow of memories, under the sky that spreads like a blue velvet canvas, I think of the men who buried their dreams under the damp and cold earth, those who let their souls drift...Read the rest...

Once there was a soul Adhered to a wall No longer part of he. So he set himself free. A world behind the curtains Welcomed him with glee With open fangs and menace And closed hands, with folds He went back to the...Read the rest...

Cloudy embers ease into evening, Flushing Ferrari fires of day. Nightly nocturnes of nightingales play. Waking star sisters start sky sweeping. Why do I find such daily delight In the sunset blush of every night? Though darkness clears the canvas of...Read the rest...

The morning sun broke soft and bright, A canvas painted hues anew. With dreams and hopes in gentle light, The day began with a golden hue. A canvas painted hues anew, She breathed in possibilities, In morning’s grace, she found her...Read the rest...

Have you ever felt the weight of the world? Is it piled high on your shoulders, crushing your spirit? Like concrete slabs stacked on a tiny frame. But look up. See the clouds A canvas of white, grey, cotton...Read the rest...

In the dawn’s first whisper, the sky’s canvas hums, Brushstrokes of light spill from golden tongues, Mountains of doubt in shadowed embrace, Recede as the sun’s fingers paint its face. Fields of promise...Read the rest...