Cutouts Poems - Poems about Cutouts

...Tucked in a keepsake box, A lace linen napkin Holds in its gentle fold, A tiny stick. I recall the moment My love for you emerged, In the silent language of Two little lines. ~ ......Read the rest...

...I clutch at the magazines, the letters, the newspaper cutouts I look through your old notebooks tracing over rows and rows of numbers a library catalog, a stamp l’m looking for something more ......Read the rest...

...My heart will gladly express gratitude for yielding. The day's fulfilments grasp an epilogue wielding. At the point when my eyesight would rest placidly. Distress is being waged els......Read the rest...

...warm colour cutouts falls patterns sketching the sky dressing the cold streets......Read the rest...

...My house mothers the sweet sting of cooked nettle, Nothing nailed to the walls for these come with me. And I hear the airplane groove, I'm on the m......Read the rest...

...Staring at white canvas on a chilly winters day Sketching from memory he draws without delay Brush strokes swift, he paints with expert hands The artist portraying now a winter wonderland. Undr......Read the rest...

...Matisse’s “Christmas Eve” in a procession of candles Through the church window in the 20th century of faces impaled gingerly in velvet glow flickering shadows against the walls an organ str......Read the rest...

...Van Gogh colour https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_sty-eye-lised_impression_921575 Pollock expressions https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/pollock_chances_1145547 Hopper enigma https://www.poetryso......Read the rest...

...They’re sweaty and they’re soupy Outrageous, and moody They’re all together fruity The Phantoms family Their house is a soup bowl Where people come to condole They really are a hell......Read the rest...

... Warmest Birthday Wishes Belated Greetings, Cousin. We are both Nanas, now! I remember us playing cutouts, in front of your living room door. We'd set up a little table and charming ......Read the rest...

...what did i go here for was it the mountain of mashed potatoes marching me toward the Simon light if my memory… red...beep… blue...beep green...beep blue...beep yellow...beep..red......Read the rest...

...feeling exposed as mud splatters, the cotton clinging and drenched chattering teeth, seething relief as the sun warms the rancid smile of bulbous peaches pressing, depressing and like an eclipse......Read the rest...

...Primavera Comes Lightly she descends-- her feet move toward us, over the crest of the Vermont hills. In her footsteps spring vernal pools; in her hair are golden willow twigs, tangle......Read the rest...

...Old Cowboys, forts and shootouts Black for bad and White for good With a spinning canvas background And cactus cutouts made of wood The desert sits behind them Fifty yards away at most The hero......Read the rest...

...Jackolantern Jaws she blows tricks and treats just the sweetest pumpkin, jamming to candle light, jaspers and goblins flight. Jumping Jack's and Jills find, jeweled cutouts divine, jostling ......Read the rest...