Daub Poems - Poems about Daub

... Wild streams of rushing hues daub black ink smudge skies fireballing ambience stuns night peepers dazed eyes blazing forest scorched shades mute charcoal moon’s deep cries......

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...I’m on your lap in a photo I no longer have— a toddler with a borrowed brush, my hand caught mid-daub on your canvas. It was staged, of course— your painting for a calendar on the easel in fro......

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... Dark green hills hugged up tight to black sea night, Can see break-o-day light Hear white gulls soaring into flight Daub the dawn with dabs of white......

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... A Neanderthal with intent on graffiti dabbed a red nose daub on stone face of granite stone prints for nosy sleuth fiends......

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...Night on The Seine 1939 Silver and gold from city lights daub the black river like brush strokes from VanGogh. The Seine murmurs against La Rive Gauche where dreams of artists linger, the......

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... I … am provenience … the heel of my father’s foot - the damp of his brow and his burgeon … I am my mother’s bloom sown in the soil of her intentions seeded with wonder and promise … but ......

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...Each brush stroke on the canvas marks a moment in time the artist left behind. A fragment of thought expressed in a line, a trace, a spot, a dab, a splash, a splotch, a daub by palette knif......

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... love … a crutch for you but you wear it like a Prada suit matching handbag, of course, to keep your toys in … (mostly men … alphabetically) six-inch Blahnik stilettos for crushing egos wit......

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... feathered … moony beams daub your lips - the irregularities shaping little cornflower thorns but oh, how supple the pliant press of those luscious fruits (savored like honey) … I touch the......

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...Deep blood red orange cloud’s, ethereal dream float, Satin wind carrier of luscious mint, green hymnody’s deft transport, Spring hues random loitering, between gray peeled branches, Chirpy echo......

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...Where is the secret of the rainbow? At the edge of one's own life? Whence does it come, with those lovely pastel colours? Is it a heavenly art or a mere human illusion? Some form of an ......

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...beak of the plague mask lest I smell your rotting bodies strewn I smell your crosses daub your doors I smell your corpses pile your carts I smell your fires flame your dead I......

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... Written: March 30, 2024 For Ink Empress Ethereal Lantern Contest Quote By Rumi: “The lamps are different, but the Light is the same. One matter, one energy, one Light, one Light-m......

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...Where is the secret of the rainbow? At the edge of one's own life? Whence does it come, with those lovely pastel colours? Is it a heavenly art or a mere human illusion? Some form of an ancient cr......

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... Written: February 27, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dwindling diamond daub, an amber glittering glow diaphanous verism of glass and yet… wreathed in wisteria-washed......

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