Frida Poems - Poems about Frida

... Angels are unable to handle these 'Sylvia Plath' sorrows, hiding their halos - mute to my concerns. Love has abandoned me, left me to decay in an open grave, where flesh eating insects ......Read the rest...

...Time to be respectable I live in two homes in my mind I’m both Frida and Diego Like me, they lived in Twin Houses The tortured me lives in the blue one The elephant in the red and white ......Read the rest...

...Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares What are these objects in your frames? Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares Why must they gotta be the same? Cars and busses, traffic lights Bi......Read the rest...

...“I don't paint dreams or nightmares, I paint my own reality.” Frida Kahlo“ In the absence of love, a childhood is shaped by the stars, but when black smoke is the only impression in th......Read the rest...

...I have fallen in love with a winged dragon alebrijes, Have to buy it of course, is it signed? What artisian created this piece of bright gorgeousness? I look for a signature. This phantasmagorica......Read the rest...

... The Mission in Milton Creek, I’ve acquisitioned Converted into the town’s culinary mecca Aptly designed and scenicall......Read the rest...

...Frida Kahlo self portrayed her face though little feeling it was to trace She began her art whilst ill in bed of her marriage difficulties,much was said Diego Rivera ,the husband of Frida Kahlo......Read the rest...

...…painted myself long neck’d giraffe long arms of healing short sleeves painted myself …painted myself …painted myself as only i conceived nailed to a cross beneath my ghostly gow......Read the rest...

...I've waited for this day for years, bought myself a little black dress, did up my hair - now it's a mess, mascara colliding with tears. Poisoned, boiling emotions seethe ......Read the rest...

...I had meet Gigi Fernandez at the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco at the tail end of Flower Power with the scent of carefree loving in the air exchange students finding themselves in a diffe......Read the rest...

...The frayed thread that rips from our body, unravels us. This is my condition with existence, but, this isn't me, I am a dream! "Artist Frida Kahlo was considered one of Mexico's great......Read the rest...

... "My heart is like a singing bird". Christina Rossetti The Dilettante Diaries: "The True Romantics" ......Read the rest...

... "The Lacemaker’s Muse" There in my heart the Lacemaker spins a web The Muse trapped in Halls of Mirrors turning heads Tired Bees Buzzing H......Read the rest...

...I know you know what happened the year we graduated. Just like everything else, it trickled down the grape vine. We were seniors when SHE said she wanted a blue dress for prom. SHE wanted to teach di......Read the rest...

...Don't bother counting swallows, I can tell you it's not summer yet. Winter after winter follows and my wager is as safe as wagers get that speeches will be shallow at the Tory Party Conference ......Read the rest...