Canvasing Poems - Poems about Canvasing

...The rising and setting Of the sun… The waxing and waning Of the moon… The orchestrated constellations Of the beaming stars… The staccato positionings Of the planets… The andante asteroid......

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...Harsh is the time of your birth The bleaching sun, taking away all beauty of the earthly jade. But out of this parched season, You bring forth the passions of your ever living substance. Whispe......

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...In the Winter of Night of Darkness - Wings in flight, a tear falls from a broken heart. As if dropped as b......

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...Next I will place baby saplings with very special care, do magic breath blowgun landscaping like it was a dartboard or canvas that once was bare. Family Tree I will bless it with new family m......

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...Canvasing the world as we solder metal bandages to wooden wings We attempt to cover pain by silencing what our scars sing A noted tension with a vulnerable assist Showcases hope and a life w......

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... Mchoraji wa picha-Portrait Painter Dylan Frese- - portrait painter mchoraji wa picha quick fast-artist speed painter; He whom paints religious art; portraits which includes p......

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...Ode To ‘Mother’ Creator © Not only is it a marvelous happen chance in being able to have ‘shares’ in Mother Nature’s flora creations 'first hand'--- But, we are then granted to sit before her, thes......

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...head down, lost in time, hunched back a punching bag sags and won't punch back the pressure inverts compressing the sand within stop in your tracks with the flash of the camera lens trapped in a ......

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... "Potent Pout" lips are warm and toasty waking to your eyes canvasing my face as afterglow of Sun at twilight time dancing to love's music as your arms enfold my waist lips pouti......

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...woe daylight emptied out into nights glare canvasing mirth beneath a wondering phlight amid thought that weathered thee unforgiving soundless panting we'd opened an empty potrait......

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...Stubborn smog; creeping on my window sill; billow, thicken, stay unclear. Drip your lazy finger tips across the plain, cracked wood. Dispense ever so slightly, your molding breath, canvasing te......

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