Drawing Poems - Poems about Drawing

I am drawing cartoon trees challenging myself experimenting with new designs some have hearts, one is full of rainbows Several have faces, mostly women’s because they are easier for me than a man’s one outrageous cartoon tree is doing the splits I need a grandma tree, I think Picking up my pencil...

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she was too innocent to understand anything too small to differ between love and pain so she learned to express what she felt she would lock herself in room with her dolls and take out crayons and began to draw a mother, a child and a man with big hands...

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An Amazing Artist Keen eye for detail. With light and dark tones. Shaded hues. With endless detail. Abstract to a perfectionist. Many hours spent. Sharpest illustrations. With clean lines, truly an artist. Always drawing. Pencils and pens are always working. A masterpiece. Pictures with detail are moving. With great talent. You are...

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On some days, I am the pencil, drawing with uncertain steps hopes on sheets of paper, My hand trembles, but leaves traces of dreams still daring to take shape, Other days, I am the eraser, erasing with such force that holes remain like memories, The paper tears under the burden of my attempts to make everything disappear, to...

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To draw is something … I could never do well, The joy a picture can bring The stories it can tell I could never do well Drawing freely on my own, The stories it can tell Remains for me unknown Drawing freely on my own Pencil, paint and line, Remains for me unknown A skill that is not mine Pencil, paint and line An artist...

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I aways start drawing my cartoons with their eyes Nose and mouth follow in second and third place Chin, hair, ears, earring, and neck are next My drawings are predictable; they are always in this order Sometimes I wonder if other cartoonists draw like I do Are they in my kind of rut?...

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Leaves are floating by Windows, nights are drawing in Cooling Southern times.......

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HO HO WHOA Second Chance algorithm drawing for January 17, 2025 No matter I kept fingers and toes crossed, and waited with bated breath since January 2, 2025 even converted from skeptic to orthodox Judaism, and strictly followed the Torah, Talmud, and traditional Jewish laws, and made good on the gamut of my misdeeds considered a shonda, nevertheless yours truly courtesy the powers at...

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Visual Art I saw you in a dream You were so nice Could remember the face I tried to make it come alive Through some art To recall how lovely it was But feel it could be better I’m not that confident I still feel it could be better Will try again when my technique gets better. ...

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trees are ridiculously difficult to draw the one in front of me is a bipolar walnut her limbs go up, down, over, under, around they are gnarly and crude but also straight she is a skeleton of herself in October tens of thousands of her leaves are missing I marvel at her haphazardness her remaining leaves seem to mock me bet you cannot...

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I am drawing stars and smileys in your Notebook, while you being away and looking on Justins phone at the back. You forced sam to sit near us, he hesitated because he made me cry yesterday but somehow after minutes he changed his mind and came to us. I didn't felt talking, I did never talk to...

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I went to the man at school today He chats a bit and watches me play Asking questions about my feeling Feelings that have got me thinking How I am, and what I enjoy to do Where I go, what time I spend with who He asked. "How would you draw sad?" What a stupid question, is he mad But it got me...

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I like to draw, in black pencil and then with hues; my style is creative but is quite raw, I let muse...

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without suitcases they surf skies drawing beauty ~tireless travelers~ ...

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It starts when she is thirteen, Small jagged lines across her fingers. ‘Scratched by a cat,’ Is the lie that she tells. While the scars on her fingers Turn to thin white lines on her arms. A silent plea for the help She’d never ask for. They increase in consistency Until people start to notice. She’s told that it’s wrong. Never once ‘Are you...

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