Easel Poems - Poems about Easel

...Beneath the host of silence that pierces with the harshness of refusal, A timid odyssey of splendor quietly sharpens its echo. For in the depths of oceans of lamentation hidden, Rests a crystal of......Read the rest...

...As one grows old, when evening approaches, memories too lengthen like shadows. Now I remember more often my parents wondering how much sweat and toil they had shed to make their children comfortable,......Read the rest...

... One moment she was there and the next she was gone like the wind when it blows through the eaves, one moment she was there and the next, she was not The......Read the rest...

...I made some mistakes, let my head get straight to jealousy One thing I could never get over was that instinctive tendency I was the easel to your painting, the necessity but not necessari......Read the rest...

... Trompe L'oeil I use to be so sure of my colors But now my vision is jaded Perhaps it is obscured from the THOUSANDS of tears I've shed I taught you the primary colors, RED, YELLOW, and BL......Read the rest...

...I was a sophisticated, world class traveler, like merry wind in green trees. I had seen hottest deserts and rain forests, where songs will never cease. I had traveled by planes and by trains, by ......Read the rest...

...Imagination To some, it’s a waste of time, And, to others, a sheer delight To see creation happening In the imagination of my mind. I see the universe springing to life, Filled with ......Read the rest...

...The street light shined dimly Its shallow shadows slithered The icy covering now bearded In a five o’clock shadow His hand faltered The easel rattled His brush refocused On the edge of the w......Read the rest...

... Feel free to call me an ostrich not because I'm an omnivore We recognize the story of the ostrich that sticks its head in the sand when something happens - something we don't wish ......Read the rest...

...One word with several meanings One word with several yearnings Your choice, determines your earnings Not the choice of hunting Or being the haunted However, it's a choice of what's learnt I......Read the rest...

..."still life" on an un steady easel stands a stretched memory of canvas that can't hold its in tended so left blank right as it was for all time with out any p......Read the rest...

...i am as the old woman in the park set up my easel prepare the paints not about wanting to become Picasso no set course or a master plan but where rivers wander untethered the mare whose canter ......Read the rest...

...Out of my beachside window I see the dawn, red each morn. The seascape a blue-white scene draped, Upon the green and yellow of the landscape, Of vegetation and ocean adorned by belt of sand, By ......Read the rest...

...Delving down deep into the inkwell of our cavernous hearts A cascade of colors crisply careen out creating a crescendo To fill the blank canvas awaiting us all on the easel of life......Read the rest...

...My Stockholm syndrome crosshatch strokes across my rickety easel lavish lavender blends of oil and spice dye this powerless infant catapulted into a cradle – the dead center of a clandestine ci......Read the rest...