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Absolutely enchanting I thought ~
As I drew the curtains wider, to allow in a bit more light....
Returning unto the canvas and dipping my brush
Into a slightly brighter shade of beige
Thinking perhaps just a touch more violet, a dab of red, and, a stroke of amber
Until, I heard the door bell ring, breaking, this mesmerized trance....
Sitting my palette down, and lying my brush aside, atop a colored cloth
I turned to see who it was, that was there?
"Hold on dear, I shall be right back," I whispered
As she smiled amid a radiance, that stopped me within my steps
How rarely seldom does one get a chance like this I thought?
If it is truly important and I know them
Then they shall kindly call, or possibly even leave myself a note
Besides, what an unpleasant reflection it would be, to even but for an instant
Interrupt this dream....
For no greater beauty have I ever beheld, nor have I ever found, then this
Perfection within everyway I believe, is whom she is ~
"What's wrong," she asked, "are you not going to see who it is?"
Glistening eyes, as I fixated upon her own, mirrors, of an endless hue
"No, not right now dear," as I then, poured her a drink
Smiling as she gracefully arose, proposing a toast I said
"To this moment, this day, to you and I, this time, and, amore"....
As I slowly reached forth my hand, to tenderly caress her rosen cheek
And to glide my fingers gently, through her shining auburn hair
"Here dear," leading her loveliness softly, "here, sit right there
That the sunlight may embrace your boundless beauty
This magnificence of your splendor, these wonders, from whom you truly are" ~
Glowingly she smiled once more, as with a passion, I then kissed her perfect lips
"I love you," she uttered
While as the mornings dew lit rays, reflected upon her enchantedness
As a glittering arose about my own heart, and a warming, within my now raptured soul
"So do I my love, I love you more," I returned
Retrieving my brush, my palette and my cloth
Exchanging glances amid knowing thoughts, these souls, so intertwined ~
"Excellent, do not move dear"
As always was captured forever, within, this moment right here....
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~ Painting, Mona Lisa ~
Form:
I try to describe my self,
To ascertain who I actually am.
To uplift the self,
I finally have to give a damn.
I always wished to pen,
Just didn’t know as to when,
And how to ascertain,
A shot that’s nowhere to end.
Wow! I am this,
Oh! Why don’t I know that!
Yipee! I have it,
Grrrr! Why can’t I try that.
I wanted to be free,
I wished I had a special she.
But all would be in a spree,
Once you get a money-tree.
But ain’t I got one in the yard,
So better I, now again, work hard,
Since that’s how I can make it that far,
To transform my life into a beautiful card.
Then I planned a lot,
But t’was the following that I did not.
Yet always I wanted to crack the pot,
On the first shot,
At the very spot.
What I forgot,
Was to plan a plot,
That targets a dot,
On the pot,
For the shot.
I dreamt of many a thing,
But ain’t I got nothing,
Wonder why???
Well that’s obvious unless you try.
Within I tried to inculcate,
The passion and spirit to fight.
But long did I wait,
The fire failed to ignite.
There were times when I cried,
Somehow wished someone by my side,
Off my heart, tears continued to slide,
But never I let them to my eye,
T’was then I realized,
For none wait the time and tide.
Life to some is a cage,
To some an empty page,
And to many, about wage,
But to me……it’s a big stage,
Where you got to perform,
With and all your form,
So as to leave a mark,
For the later age,
One that’s never to be erased.
In my note,
On every page,
I try to quote,
With all my rage,
In pursuit to control my age,
And free the self from all bondage.
So from everyone did I brush aside,
And finally chose to decide,
To get rid of my conflicting side,
Of my heart, I made a divide,
And individualized every side,
Then, finally, I chose to fly,
With a side,
That would get me high.
As such, I resolved,
Before life’s dissolved,
To use my reynold,
And get the self evolved.
Now a balloon I inflate,
With the smoke from fire that isn’t so bright,
But believe that’s enough for my initial flight,
Coz am …….determined to FIGHTTTT.
Form:
An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds ,
scuppered signpost to a fetid human compost,
faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,
who might chortle at vivid veil flimsy vacuum,
skirt recklessly around bogus symbols,
peer behind the squalid limp sodden hedge,
mock myopic moribund mist upon boundary busting dawn chimera,
sneer at synthetic spectrum elastic in its irritating tidal wave surfeit,
cerulean fabric‘s milky way escape plot,
in a perilous quest for that eternal tape loop mantra,
the synaptic heart of that vainglorious horizon,
self-knowledge under charcoal moon and silver cloud veneer,
or feral waste rapid fire contagion,
the indecisive day glow dither on the margins ,
of fly weight feeble frantic dash,
that velvet shadow treason daubed pettifog,
known as tangential wanton cobweb fester creed,
the mind a bloated ripple vortex numbing in its scope,
golden mirage but faux fur real concoction,
against the banal backdrop of complex-ridden superficial eddy,
from floral garland poseur stricken en train,
some vox pop indignation mere shrinking violet showcase waver,
the gleam-hued truth has this dastardly demonic derailment,
that I brush aside as spiteful oxalic sting repost,
that deceptive mint green forest of chameleon cant,
sly nuanced molten maple syrup hint,
from out of kilter tree pierce otherworld,
unseen yet bliss-edged virtual garden of firm conviction,
not just from isolated enigmatic individual script,
such as torrid turbulence or mindless scattered rim shot,
when conventions can be altered in exotic prose,
human zeitgeist has this far too often penchant,
for silkworm rapt effervescent double speak,
whilst plain unvarnished uplifting utterance,
resides within the deep crystal spring well,
of us torch aloft emerald earthling sages,
please augment the rock buttress stark phrase,
whose bluntness is a carrier pigeon of candor,
devoid of muted gray cloud blind waffle,
aromatic sprig to giant spasm of bold pluck,
quandary of human race at hearth,
frightened cliques, hidebound yes men who yen,
to swim the azure gulf of august freedom,
to the Eden where lucid tongues herald pristine witness.
where values at the centre of our being should blossom
Absolutely enchanting I thought ~
As I drew the curtains wider, to allow in a bit more light....
Returning unto the canvas and dipping my brush
Into a slightly brighter shade of beige
Thinking perhaps just a touch more violet, a dab of red, and, a stroke of amber
Until, I heard the door bell ring, breaking, this mesmerized trance....
Sitting my palette down, and lying my brush aside, atop a colored cloth
I turned to see who it was, that was there?
"Hold on dear, I shall be right back," I whispered
As she smiled amid a radiance, that stopped me within my steps
How rarely seldom does one get a chance like this I thought?
If it is truly important and I know them
Then they shall kindly call, or possibly even leave myself a note
Besides, what an unpleasant reflection it would be, to even but for an instant
Interrupt this dream....
For no greater beauty have I ever beheld, nor have I ever found, then this
Perfection within everyway I believe, is whom she is ~
"What's wrong," she asked, "are you not going to see who it is?"
Glistening eyes, as I fixated upon her own, mirrors, of an endless hue
"No, not right now dear," as I then, poured her a drink
Smiling as she gracefully arose, proposing a toast I said
"To this moment, this day, to you and I, this time, and, amore"....
As I slowly reached forth my hand, to tenderly caress her rosen cheek
And to glide my fingers gently, through her shining auburn hair
"Here dear," leading her loveliness softly, "here, sit right there
That the sunlight may embrace your boundless beauty
This magnificence of your splendor, these wonders, from whom you truly are" ~
Glowingly she smiled once more, as with a passion, I then kissed her perfect lips
"I love you," she uttered
While as the mornings dew lit rays, reflected upon her enchantedness
As a glittering arose about my own heart, and a warming, within my now raptured soul
"So do I my love, I love you more," I returned
Retrieving my brush, my palette and my cloth
Exchanging glances amid knowing thoughts, these souls, so intertwined ~
"Excellent, do not move dear"
As always was captured forever, within, this moment right here....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Painting, Mona Lisa~
Form:
Like glass catching light
scatter across the sky
each shard a silver of history
a world once whole
now dispersed into the quiet
between afterthoughts
Time drips at its edge
splattering of seconds
glistening like rain on cobblestones
reflecting what I can’t recall.
I feel the tremor of distant thunder
Ripples of forgotten laughter.
The air tastes of ions n static,
chaos where the wild wind gathers
swirls n dances, lost names echo
at the corners of old letters
curling, they twirl toward horizon shores.
In the spaces between
things still glow, burning slow
of what could have been.
They dissolve into smoke, the night folds
a curtain is drawn too soon.
Reaching out fingers
to brush aside the ringlets?
Hoping to catch whole fragments
slipping through eyes of gold!
Falling of stardust onto shadows
Leaving only the hum...
Of things left unsaid
unknown not begun!
Shards of sky-split mirrors
each piece spilling across universes.
Glittering at the edges of creation seams…
I gather my fingers, brushing the dust of forgotten days.
I cut my eyes on their word so sharp
I bleed into infinity!
The soft tissue of unsaid words
a symphony of echoes
a breath of all moments.
In time, no one longer ‘stands
splintered of broken glass in a wildfire.
Carving scars in the air
silent bones of dreams from yesterday.
Colors bleed shadow deep hues.
It seeps as the sun grows, ripening
insane orange veins, pulsing, bleeding clouds.
Into oceans full of ghosts
to hold the horizon at bay.
Catching reflections, never
of my mine eyes flickering in candlelight
amber bright, I wonder over lost lands
a mosaic of everything I never chose to be…
Time bends cracks underfoot as spiderwebs gather
a history of something that never quite lingers
a scent of rain…
a history!
On dry earth, the night splinters fall
into jagged mouths
full of souls baring all!
Of a thousand scattered stars
pierce my skin until...
I am nothing but light
shattered & whole!
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Rhapsody playing its crescendo again in loves joyful, operas moment *
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As slowly she lowers my sundress while I gently brush aside her golden hair
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Gazing into paradise, as she smiles aneath her enchanting lashes; “Angelica” ~
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Nothing can compare as her mistress fingers play softly my heart; dew amid the air...
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Fondly lying back as yearnful nipples rise to be quenched; thirsting
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Her lips so moist as our tongues entwine her lovely breast, caressing my own
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Warmth rushing inside these tides lost within, her beautiful eyes, again *
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Turning desire towards the sun to embrace these flowers; petals of our promise...
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Sensations nectarous flavours birthed in enamorings, waiting to be loved
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Upon the shores of utopias evermore; floating, through the seas of her ecstasy ~
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...“69-SixtyNine-69” *
My fingers brush aside the Sandman’s sleep as I awaken on this April dewy-morn, to find
myself engulfed in an awe-inspiring ray-of-light…a comforting light, that appears to radiate
not from the rising sun, but from within thee my love; it truly is a most spectacular vision to
behold. In my grieving mind and cobwebbed delusional being, I see you laying here beside
me. My eyes interrogate your spectral beauty, as I gaze into your delicately mastered,
smiling face. I am tempted to murmur my feelings, but meager words seem so imprecise
and escape in a blank-ness that darkens the path as to what such words I can say. In all of
those other mournful moments of time, that I wanted to say
what you were to me, and what you meant to me, became just jumbled words that stumbled
off my tongue. I don’t know how much time we really have together in this, now, our own
sanctum-of-closeness.
I only know that for the present, we…us, shall prevail as one on this earthly sphere of
illusional dreams, and I can only hope and pray that in a future moment, we will find
ourselves together once again, in a more beautiful and wondrously serene place of peace.
Therefore, I shall try, as try I might, to speak my tranquil thoughts that I have of you,
perhaps in quiet church whispers…perhaps. So on this twenty-eighth day of a year past by,
and with my tenacious cowardly-lions’ courage mustered with memories of you provoked in
my thought, I now profess to you my undying sentiment. I say this quite easily now, with
just this simple phrase that flows from my hallowed mind, as smoothly as a spring-thawed
brook that ripples from the deepest reaches of my heart:
“My Darling Judith, I Love you…I truly Love you!”
Form:
Have a lovely day, Yours Ian.T
New Woods
I will take you,
Where you should be.
Enclosed and safe,
But also free.
Where as a youth,
I spent many an hour.
The songs of the birds,
The show of flowers.
Turn to the right,
There see the path.
Brush aside the sight,
Of those blue skies.
Walk with my trees,
They hold no airs
Feel them close,
Around your cares.
Leaving your thoughts,
So far behind.
Ahead is the glade,
I know locked in time.
Its arms whisper,
Here you may rest.
Sit where the Oak,
Has made you a nest.
A bough that dips,
Curves at your feet.
The grass of beauty,
Here is so green.
It holds your feet,
You are king or queen.
Hold a thought
deep in your mind.
Of quiet peace,
Creeping as a vine.
Hear not the babble,
Of voices there.
Just let the breeze,
Play with your hair.
Let your thoughts,
Become crystal clear.
No riot in your mind,
Leave cares behind.
Feel all the places,
You have loved.
Brush and touch,
With thought’s anew
Of things been left.
Still, time to do.
Rest here within,
The reasons of years
Tired of holding,
other’s dreams.
Let them see,
The scheme of things.
Now sit and talk,
To whoever you see.
Ask of them,
“What do you want of me?”
They will pause,
You will feel so free.
For you to hold,
Not letting go.
Pause a moment,
Let them show.
There look inside,
See the real you.
Not the tired one,
Of others times.
The inner beauty,
That always shines.
Bathe in this time,
They will give to you.
This rest here,
Will see you through.
When ready to look,
At new blue skies.
Hold out your hand,
Open your eyes.
The woods will fade,
Away as the dew.
They say,
”Thanks for being you”
“Walk within our ways
When you need to see”
“Just turn right,
At the nearest tree.”
Yenti
My fingers brush aside the Sandman’s sleep as I awaken on this dewy-morn, to find myself engulfed in
an awe-inspiring ray-of-light…a comforting light, that appears to radiate not from the rising sun, but
from within thee my love; it truly is a most spectacular vision to behold. In my grieving mind and
cobwebbed delusional being, I see you laying here beside me. My eyes interrogate your spectral
beauty, as I gaze into your delicately mastered, smiling face. I am tempted to murmur my feelings, but
meager words seem so imprecise and escape in a blank-ness that darkens the path as to what such
words I can say. In all of those other mournful moments of time, that I wanted to say what you were
to me, and what you meant to me, became just jumbled words that stumbled off my tongue. I don’t
know how much time we really have together in this, now, our own sanctum-of-closeness.
I only know that for the present, we…us, shall prevail as one on this earthly sphere of illusional
dreams, and I can only hope and pray that in a future moment, we will find ourselves together once
again, in a more beautiful and wondrously serene place of peace. Therefore, I shall try, as try I might,
to speak my tranquil thoughts that I have of you, perhaps in quiet church whispers…perhaps. So on
this day of a year past by, and with my tenacious cowardly-lions’ courage mustered with memories of
you provoked in my thought, I now profess to you my undying sentiment. I say this quite easily now,
with just this simple phrase that flows from my hallowed mind, as smoothly as a spring-thawed brook
that ripples from the deepest reaches of my heart, “My Darling, I Love you…I truly Love you!”
...A poem dedicated to a character named Koreen Mae Garson (a lady, not a man)...
Your love smokes me like a worn-out cigarette
Your love blemishes me with bite marks
You brush aside the crumbs…now I’m stomped on all over again
Your hugs are constricting like a serpent
Your hugs loses its passion…my fury vigorously sparks
You abandon me cold-bloodedly, now I choke in harsh punishment
Your treachery strangles me…you don't consider my screams of importance
You snatch away my humility and leave me with the crumbs of shame
Your arrogance plants a grave in me…you don't notice that I desire your radiance
You ditch me with senseless remarks and you make me feel game
You ruin my modesty
You stole away my heart’s virtue
You bruise my sustaining dynasty
You complete me with rue
Your conceitedness intoxicates me…
Your arrogance underwhelm thee…
You unscramble my remains and insert me with the liquid of corruption
Your self-confidence leads me to never-ending fate…you disregard my joy
You handle me with maltreatment/enchantment and smudge me with your provoking expression
You crushed me with your cunning plans, now you made me hunt after my prized boy
Your hatred penetrates me with lush, crooked trace
You swap me onto the floor, now I’m smashed into smithereens
Your smiles lose its splendor...your enlightenment gains disgrace
You disown me carelessly…now I spilled your moldering beans
You’re imprisoned by the chains of infuriating heat,
Feeding off the crumbs of deception