Impasto Poems - Poems about Impasto

... LITERAL SENSE : Concrete counterintuitive ratioed for looser and Leader; Interim arguments to know who's worst and best person, Makes no sense either. Itemised unique personalities need no pr......Read More

...I follow a sequin thread of solitude Through my mimic princedom of Mangrove whispers The ebb and flow of life is rooted Adorned in morning dewelry Nursling dragonflies shine forth as stars ......Read More

...IMPASTO PASSAGE initiatives to sparkle as bizarre idiosyncratic        unusual features a wayward conception so convincing   as an illusion with criteria    powerfully      elaborated ......Read More

... stupendous silhouette of castle piercing through hazy fog reminds me of your shadow as you come to meet me at twilight mixed hues of spectral sky reflected in dreamy water in furrowed th......Read More

... grand garden at Giverny are gems gorgeously nestling near a warm abode where golden path lies beneath in thick impasto and rugged strokes transforming terrestrial moment into amaranthine beat......Read More

... wild rushing strokes of broad bristles dominating seaside sky of ivory and indigo in thick impasto~ like our faded footsteps along *Stroomi shoreline Wild fiery grasses ~ deserted yet ......Read More

...A lonesome magpie~ perching on a forlorn wooden stairs on a snowcapped mountain side spells serenity in the day light. The barn house reflects the pale lavender shadows~ a soft blend of chiar......Read More

...Unassuming beauty of emerald evergreen. Verdure cool patches of sombre sunscreen. Flowerless soft carpets of impasto strokes. The gorgeous mossy sponge .. vibrance evokes. The gregarious gre......Read More

...There is no rainbow here the mind erases them all in fast succession into some dull opaque gray white progression until not a single image or dream re-appears. Once there was a palette of co......Read More

...I like the smell of leaded petrol, pure, unadulterated, the destructive euphoria of which intoxicates me innocently unaware that it has forsaken me; before I could realize that olfaction influen......Read More

...Awakened and degenerated, I feel I am clashing somewhere The clouds appear and then depart, just another face amongst billions Millions of colors of the rainbow at one point I thought I was rare......Read More

...The sitter embraces a dangerous passion to patron a portrait in devious fashion ......Read More

... Light is kin to vapor, to certain fogs, and the effervescence of ideas, yet Edward Hopper’s summer light, when it comes late in the afternoon, is solid, opaque, the color of soft butt......Read More

...Abstract impasto collage my mind- watercolour me blue and true......Read More

...Ideas and vivid images I soon find Bristle and crowd my mind; Stirred from sensations hidden below Now on streaked palettes flow. ......Read More