Graphic Poems - Poems about Graphic

mirrors are flawless til observed ~ yet beauty dwells in a broken shard yelled the beast stabbing it into his eyes ~ i’m beyond horribly scarred still he laughed quite menacingly ~ as his aqueous humour discharged #aqueous humour# (i’ll let you look it up) hms By David Kavanagh ...

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(Probably more a short story than free verse In any case it’s true, seen through my eyes as a child) He was a heavy smoker sat by the fire Coughing and wheezing hacking up phlegm spitting it into the blazing hearth, that hissed back contemptuously upon contact On a rare occasion when he’d miss, the dog would lick...

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Tina was a prostitute a lady of the night By day she whiled the hours away staying out of sight Though she had...

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Many say that everyone gives up on them. The sad reality, is that all to often, this is painfully true. But then, you find someone. Someone different. Someone who has endured more for you than anyone else has. Someone who has over & over proven to be true to you. Someone who has proven to be...

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Once was on top of the world A graphic designer, accolades were hurled The glorious part Of a glorious art Wish I was still hearing those positive words...

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Promises made behind the veil the self-committed to the unsaid are realized in graphic bliss tempered by impermanence those lurid dreams of the obscene exist beyond morality harbored in the inky depths where restraints tempt the fates chains cast aside in pursuit of revelation deep within no longer held by the norms a celebration pressing flesh the dull sanity of the dawn asks too much in exchange when a...

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Start with her eye. Draw the orb. Now the lashes, pointy, long. Not the nose, not the mouth, not the chin, always the eyes. Every solitary time. No exceptions. Except sometimes I make The eye into a fish, or a helium balloon or a submarine. But I always start with the eye, and it is always a woman’s. Erase....

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Some of the sexiest women are Vargas’s 1940 pinup girls, They are drawn with long hair, sensuous legs, and the right kind of curls. Enhanced in all the right places, there is nothing that exudes sex faster Graphic drawings of cattish women are not the kind you put out to pasture. Do you remember Cat-Woman drawn fearlessly by...

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Picture hanging on the wall The sky is dark with a touch...

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the time is now as Reagan would say back in the days so young and fragile that continues to be extreme the best of the rest and trial and data is continued to promote the concussion of ones head injury and to become rather sophisticated In the reading of your own as you know jo...

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Ooh a scented grape graphic. Now that's wisdom. Contained a logical pattern in a juice cup. Heron haven heaping. Wisdomstic of a Judas flaw. Consealed in Sanskrit. Heavenly heaping cream on a very large bun. Wonderful balloon ride over the sea o'er the hills. Ride a bike not on a fish bake vision. And never...

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In all my years as a graphic designer At this ripe old age, there's nothing finer Than to still be in the loop And cooking up graphic soup Better than wasting away in my old recliner © Jack Ellison 2015...

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Sketching the image of you, Will never be the same as Tracing the figure of you, With my fingertips......

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standards fall infinite divisions of a space call for creations base " eat me " the waters taste of completion Aellopus delivers revelation a connection reopens and a field explodes in subtle elation an ocean births a generation " opposites attract " answers a burning question " and the beauty of a point " marks the equation it's the holy graphic of a single calculation...

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My fair ladylove How dare she saunters the halls Taunting a man so graphically She holds the very knowledge That her figure is astonishing It is to be concluded that she cherishes Being the focus of my poems She then exhibits herself quite flawlessly Bearing equivocal fervor...

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