Gesture Poems - Poems about Gesture

It's a kind gesture that brightens a rainy day A good feeling comes your way It's a kind gesture that isn't too much to give It measures another It's a kind gesture thar connects us in this world A birth of love we deserve It's a kind gesture Choose a positive way It comes back to you someday Heidi Sands 5/3/25 (C)opyright...

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Dutch artist Willem de Kooning with gestural* art had a fling Action expressed with nonchalance a genre requiring taking a chance *www.tate.org.uk/art/art-terms/g/gestural...

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Motion, Constant rhythm, Crashing, receding flow, Life's limitless, changing cycles, Ocean. ©bfa030925 ...

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If I invite you into my home, please do not show up with the floor plan and Pinterest boards of your ideas to decorate it as you see fit. I like the plants I have hung up and the rainbow catchers hung in the window. They bring in growth and sunshine. And before you forget,...

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ART AS A GESTURE a zest of     satisfaction in a     gusto of ultimate certainty deepens with intimacy of   accidental curiosity inherent  perception within    transposes emotion in the     miracle of our      disparate mind unhindered visible     audible in the  tangible expressiveness of outgoing  energy        of tactile significance consummated &   uniquely pervading & pervasive internally    integrated self concerned  in on-going interplay   of     expression incorporating   past coherent awareness of   conceived interactactions berthed in expressive  action of awakened personal pictorial    presentations of  prior  experience in the completely new ...

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Glowing in the spirit, clearly wise, forever alive… Jasmine clings to the night, edging each heartbeat In rhythmic letters – softly playing, rustling Wistful as angel’s wings, coloring the spirit in song, Reminders that love lasts forever, always, eternal Pouring out its winsome grace on every soul, Melting the yesterdays with a hope that craves light, Nestled in the flames of a...

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His intrinsic calamity of calmness burning down my bugbears meticulous admirer that you are lifting me through the stairs of Arcadia with this brutal force of ocean’s nature, re-reading the solitude of memories the real unfolding the fictional underneath to profess and pass through the infinite treasuring the hearts of the time like a favourite book of mine ...

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Taking him to a garden, She sprinkled flowers on him. He mistook it for child’s play! Now, she’s someone’s wife!! Vo dee oh doe Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues 1st place...

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Genuine gesture from the heart Is all that it takes on your part, Ripples of kindness, to restart ~ And you can bring in... change! Say a nice word, give an applause, Ere criticising, take a pause, Spread cheer when you can, just because ~ And nothing's out of... range! Show your cheek, go that extra mile, Be...

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In prayer I genuflect despising foolish pride giving rest to the soul...

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Willy Brandt was the German Chancellor Who mended fences after the Second World War A journalist during the war who fled To Norway and Sweden campaigning against the Nazis instead There were many things he did to make amends For the blood the heartache and dead in the end On 7 December 1971 he visited the Warsaw Ghetto Where Polish Jews...

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Difference in the way you think one wise advice does the action, Difference in the way you act one smile does the collection, Difference in the way you feel one gesture brings up the zeal. Difference in the way you work, one word stops the smirk...

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Love, for us humans beings, is the transgression of affections, gesture metamorphosis by speech, by demonstration of feelings thus externalized... !...

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Fragile Handle with Care -- Now heading to the Moon May well explode if not there Soon Ghostly, unearthly Tune -- Say a Prayer Motile...

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I grew to fear my dad he’d often beat me for the slightest thing. A damaged, drunken man, he was close to going mad, a tyrant and bully, in his house, he was king. ...

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