Figures Poems - Poems about Figures

2025.04.28 It takes two to tango. It is very true, if you believe otherwise, You are naive and a simple minded soul. It applied to all the keeping promises too. I made so many on my own will, Devotedly to someone I loved, adored or idolatry Ended up breaking my promises frivolously and painfully. That was because I wanted the very best, Of the...

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Words, a painted canvas, plain and true, then twisted, turned a different point of view. A river's mouth but no lips to consume, a mountain's foot where no shoes find their room. Time, a thief, that steals the golden days, while love, a fire, in a hazy, tender maze. The sun, a lion, roaring in the sky, a silent scream where truths...

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Her face tilted up, so serene. Marvelling at the vastness of the blue sky As she walks arm in arm With her fiancé, Glowing inside, Basking in the aura of love. Their union, as strong As the tall trees surrounding them. The fragility of life— Two souls walking as one As they tiptoe through the dense maze of flowers, The sea of yellow opens up at...

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Vibrant and radiant life abounds as lovers, sealed around devotion thrive midst nature's care... mindful of paradise blest, blooming, blissful entrusted to their stewardship for functional optimization they both are committed to fulfill since trees and vegetation witnessed... the Creator exhorted them to "Go and multiply."* *Genesis 1:28 And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth,...

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He walks alone in silence as the ghost in his mind wants to come alive Trees and wildflowers at his side, paralleling nature’s balance and symmetrical harmony, as the yellow faces and hollow bodies beam In his wake, he sees a picture painting, caressing his every step along the way Seas of yellow in his harbor peaking through Where...

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In the cold woods where shadows display, Two figures wander in the verdant sway. Beneath the canopy of emerald light, They tread softly, hidden from everyones sight. Leaves murmur secrets of times gone by, As golden beams filter through the sky. Their steps are hushed, their hearts beat slow, In the undergrowth where wildflowers grow. In Van Gogh's world of colour oh i...

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In luxuriant terrane of verdant sprouts opulent golden understory unveiled, stemmed by swerving jade blades, entwining the pairs of legs petrified within the maze of floral profusion. The black figure of deviant prominence stands out like a towering protector in sutured closeness fused with her, camouflaged to evade the predator. Bare trees aligned in harmonized motif, outline the floral boulevard for them to walk away from...

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Skinny kids Wrinkled clothes Crooked windows Non-symmetrical Snowman slightly off center The “Olds” Wrinkled fenders A round-headed driver A teetering toboggan Hanging from its roof The artists Sipping hot cocoa ...

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(after the painting by Vincent Van Gogh) Does she even exist? Doubting her own reality, seeing herself vanishing in undulating undergrowth, fading and merging into summer-scorched scenery. But cold lurks there beneath shafts of sunlight, phallic trees... He wears the night underneath, a fabric of dark and unease, his hand heavy upon her arm, silver-tongued charm smooth as the silver-limbed leafless trees, disappearing...

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A couple stands side by side in a woods among the tall slender trunks of many trees lifting high to the sky, the unseen crowns of which I can only imagine. The man and woman’s feet are planted on ground wildly overrun by white and yellow flowers which seemingly have bloomed free as a breeze. Dressed in black, the man resembles...

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brushed by the blushing Fontainebleau, blooming with rainless foliage, like a poem kissed by the green… I sigh as thoughts wander in saffron silence, in the echoing warmth of your breathing silhouette... we are beyond wraiths of wildflowers, waltzing through the wilderness, sipping honeyed drops of sunlight, whilst specks of...

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An unpopulated place where poplars grow Unseen canopies expose tree trunks in a row Wildflowers swoon over undergrowth below As back to front figures watch the panoramic show Lush vegetation evokes a spellbinding hue With violet bark to engrain their view Don’t flee this forest reality will go askew Stay forever they may just pull through Lost in the emerald is a world...

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I have the rhythm of a winding road how do I consign myself to being confined rows of poplar pillars prop the rendezvous canopy beneath we meet —I self-cajole on ooh-la-la afternoon yellow eyes; daffodils watching lean into gossip groups nodding a prodding breeze instigating deep-freeze I am a sweet weed in this place of sway and betray with a stranger...

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He remembered seeing the couple Walking In the woods Hand in hand It was an image that would stay with him forever The couple In the woods There had been no sign of them The couple Hand in hand Walking In the woods He remembered a time When he held her hand Walking In the woods It’s been a long time Since they've seen the couple Hand in hand In the woods He would cherish...

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In a forest glade where no shadows fall. An emerging scene of a lovers tryst Amid yellow broom and the elm trees tall They embraced each other and gently kissed She’s just a young girl, he, almost a score Their romance is new, innocent and pure And among the blooms on the forest floor The fledgling pair find passionate allure Fused in...

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