People Ekphrasis Poems | Examples
These People Ekphrasis poems are examples of Ekphrasis poems about People. These are the best examples of Ekphrasis People poems written by international poets.
kitsch
crowded
streets
fast
flowing
feathers
and
pointed
feet
jagged
distinctive
unique
pressure
peoples
kirchner
streets
Written: May 03, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand
Olena Babak's artwork Spring's Easel Explodes Painting Shades
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the light shines in the eye of the whirlwind
whipping vanilla meringue through the clouds
swinging, the swamp lawn shoots over the shore
casting an apricot glow from the shrouds
butterscotch hues lace the periwinkle sky
peach, tangerine, and lavender stripes, too
caramel waves ripple across the lakebed
illuminating the lemon in the zircon view
In lush glades on a cypress-lined isle
pink flamingos find shelter by the trees
blue herons weave twig nests in the boughs
swaying in the warm, tropical-scented breeze
as dusk draws the brightness down to the horizon
Mother Earth downpours on the cornflowers
nourishing buttercups, milkweed, and daisies
while people describe the sprinklers as April showers
Sometimes the light's all shining on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long strange trip it's been,
from Truckin by The Dead
Life is a Journey
Life is a long journey with
high hills and deep valleys.
Day after day one foot
in front of another.
Dark nights of deep depression,
offset by sunlit days of happiness.
Take one day at a time, and
accept what is my lot.
Failures, like impassable walls
block my way.
Success provides the path
around them.
People appear along the road
to accompany me.
Some for a short time and
others for the whole trip.
Sometimes people
act as my guide.
Other times they seek
to hinder me.
Many times, I walk alone
with only myself to rely on.
Sometimes I am surprised
and other times not.
In my golden years, I look back
at the road I have travelled.
Sometimes, I laugh, other
times I cry.
The Dead were right.
It has been a long strange trip!
A Seagull’s Lament
I have a bird’s eye view.
I am a seagull after all.
Where are all of the people?
Those nice tourists who fed me
french fries, buns, hamburgers, hot dogs.
A real gourmet’s delight.
What am I going to do?
I guess I will have to go back
To fishing! Ugh!
I see a line of cars
And they're all painted black
With flowers and my love
Both never to come back
I've seen people turn their heads
And quickly look away
Like a newborn baby
It just happens everyday
Paint It Black by The Stones
Black Day
My love and I shared
blue skies, green grass
red sunsets and white sands.
Our rosy future was before us,
she and I had much to live for
and we lived each day in joy.
One day she departed and
our future is gone.
I have nothing to live for.
Every day is black.
DUCHAMP URINAL
toilette
to wet
LOWRY PEOPLE
matchsticks
in pics
HOPPER URBANITY
film stills
sans frills
Friedrich Stowasser was Austrian born
some find is art a bit of a yawn
Hundertwasser moniker was his first choice
labyrinthine*his lyrical artistic voice
Cleopatra
“How good it feels to stroke the finest linen
and to know that yarn spun from the drop spindle
came by planters, harvesters, and so many others,
and is dyed thread woven on the loom into fabric
and then sewn into garments for me to wear.”
And I saw that the artist’s finest paint
was to take the brush and stroke
the depth of a goddess to whom the people of Egypt
immortalize as the ‘Queen of the Nile,’
and wasn’t that what Cleopatra was all about?
crystallied moments
symbolized
in simplicity
DELLA FRANCESCA
meticulous mystery
so picturesque
en passant
When conflicts raise its ugly head real soon,
our nations won’t inevitably swoon;
a time that real détente and peace attune.
Some people still record the slights most ever stored.
Thus escalate discord, their armies can’t be bored.
But bearing painful past in mind, endowed
ensuing loss with angst, so many bowed
with hidden resentment and furrow browed.
In corners hide the past, persistent ghosts which last.
The indiscretions vast: those overboard and fast.
It shan’t depend on inner child if strewn:
‘To never stand against the wisdom roared.’
Do kowtow when rambunctious children vow
t’ ensure revolt replaced by great repast.
stoic or mourning
in a time of depression
or keepers of secrets
with a hostile divide?
why daylit drawn curtains
made from fabric she's wearing
and 'mother-in-law's tongue'
on the porch to the side?
is the pitchfork that's upright
a symbol of darkness
that's repeated in lines
on the clothes, arch and face?
a tribute to values
in eldon, iowa
or a satire in oil
of its people and place?
minimalist miniatures
listen to the pause -
silence is golden
expressions
of modern existence
uncovered in reality
a figurative game
of a colour field
in flamds&flashes