Delacroix Poems - Poems about Delacroix

...Delacroix first name Eugene loved to depict an historic scene Illegitimate small ofstature big in spirit by nature......

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...Eugene Delacroix vigorous in style straight to the point,without guile He loved lush reds& coppery green set-piece commission were surely his scene......

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...My love has the eyes of Rembrandt or Delacroix He sees me in the passion of his secret inner light He paints with strokes of extraordinary fervor The fire of ecstasy and devotion of the joy in us ......

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...Endicott found her earl the next morn and took her to get her checked by a doc. Things seemed okay, until the next day when she full under a grandfather clock! Endicott he knew something wasn’t......

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...Kirsten bought the old Delacroix place, built back in eighteen hundred thirty-four. A rambling home in the old federal style; seven bedrooms, five baths, and three floors. People whispered abou......

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...Son What Can I DO by Laura Delacroix As I sit here all alone, Drifting,drifting in another zone I feel your heartache over here please take a hard look in the mirror What is it child that you s......

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...My Child My Child by Laura Delacroix As I stand under the large Willow Tree with outstretched arms in case you need me Wasn't it yesterday when you were so small Now you stand up so tall I see y......

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...In Memory of Sgt. Greg Moore: "Last Roll Call" By Laura Bonneville Delacroix I wanted you to help me climb the tree I wanted you to be proud when you looked at me I don't know what happened Or w......

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...The Cushion and the Chair-A letter to God By Laura Bonneville Delacroix What is it God that you see in me What is it God that you want me to be Why is it God that you believe in me Sometimes the......

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...The breath of moment captures time itself. Pausing, breathing, staring into your eyes, I wonder who will speak first. Instead, I look back through my lenses, those reflective beauties. I cap......

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