Drawing Poems - Poems about Drawing

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

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

I like to draw, in black pencil and then with hues; ...Read the rest...

without suitcases they surf skies drawing beauty ~tireless travelers~ ...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

*** Sketching the Ballerina *** It is well, quite well after midnight. My pup lies fagged on the blanket as close to me as possible. The young ballerina sits slightly slumped On a bench across...Read the rest...

You body is strong as an ox You will to live is even stronger But your organs are giving up And you can do nothing but to drink your potion of miracle and hope But life...Read the rest...

I draw a waking breath, draw back sleeps curtains. I'm drawing an image of myself as a gray decay of distance, a long swim away from a day of youth, where a boy once drew his name into golden sands. Sea shore, sea...Read the rest...

Warm nights I sit drawing innuendo, kicking my feet I hold a white sketch pad; How in the world are you oblivious to the soft strokes I indulge with my pen? Look at my hands realize how they flow, this...Read the rest...

I looked up into the sky Dreamt of a world entirely of mine The twinkling stars engulfed in the pitch black ocean My avidious eyes gleaming to see them To be known In a world unknown ,the time flew...Read the rest...

We are drawing a sexy witch today, Trixie said, Trixie said. She is my muse, and takes over my head, takes over my head. What do you mean? I asked, knowing full well what she meant. “You know,...Read the rest...