Gogh Poems - Poems about Gogh

hiku van Gogh 2 borinage b r e a t h e s on pot a ...

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haiku : van Gogh sunflower souls speak we hail our genius, true sight ~ lucid mind coloured ...

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the land is formed I watch on - still as time ...

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heart ~ a wild collage of gold-smeared skies pressed within oil-washed layers of breathing melancholy as leaves curled in cashmere greens trace condensed contours between ...

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I fancy that I have a name as I tentatively note that my skin can still be warmed my heart soars - not forgotten by the rising sun gifted the chance to stare ...

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famous after death dutch painter van Gogh vincent more often than not to nature did go painted with cheap paints and shadows random lived in poverty, painted as if chased by a phantom cut off his ear, mentally ill, his art utterly ignored till his death, now world famous for his great artistic skill ...

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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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The starry night is out of focus under the thick tree cover where the two connected souls walk arm in arm among the heavy grass and flower coverage that crowds the earth under the trees the fragrance of the wildflowers is heavy in the air and wafts upward to be breathed in by the couple sharing a moment secluded in the beauty of nature allowing...

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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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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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