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Intro
I stayed up to watch the moon set
didn't care much for the sun rising.
I felt the heaviness in my chest
a piece of me was mourning.
A blue bird landed on my fence,
but that was not surprising.
Verse 1
I caught my reflection,
in the mirror,
it reminded me that I am still here.
My world is dark and gray,
outside I,
I can hear,
all the little children play
&
I cried for a brand new start.
(chorus)
If only I could cry in color
to bring life into my hurting world,
to paint a picture so perfectly
to fix this hurting girl.
If my tears were bubbles
they could easily float away,
they wouldn't be so subtle
dripping down my face.
And if I could cry in color
imagine what would be.
To paint a perfect picture
and fix this hurting girl in me.
Verse 2
He told her that he loved her
and he would never leave,
until she became a mother
and she was only 17.
She had a lot of late nights
and lost her chance to dream.
She bottled up
her regrets,
it just wasn't what it seemed.
She softly kisses
her babies head,
But her heart lets out a
scream.
(chorus)
If only I could cry in color
to bring life into my hurting world,
to paint a picture so perfectly
to fix this hurting girl.
If my tears were bubbles
they could easily float away,
they wouldn't be so subtle
dripping down my face.
Verse 3
17 turned 25,
the years they seemed
to race on by,
my grand-baby's
playing outside
and the bluebirds on the fence.
My daughter, I
am not surprised
took care of all
the teary eyes
And now its making sense
Verse 4
She holds her growing
daughters hand
at her graduation,
the view of
the
love they shared
will forever shine
without hesitation
Time has not been shy,
43 years have passed us by,
yet there is a blue bird on the fence.
Reminding me of the creative paint
and the children's innocence.
(chorus)
If only I could cry in color
to bring life into my hurting world,
to paint a picture so perfectly
to fix this hurting girl.
If my tears were bubbles
they could easily float away,
they wouldn't be so subtle dripping down my face.
And if I could cry in color
imagine what would be.
To paint a perfect picture and fix this hurting girl in me
Copyright © Lisanne Hassen
(Verse 1) Yo, lemme paint a picture, country sunset glowin' Down a dusty backroad, where the crickets keep on goin' Radio hummin' low, some D'Angelo smooth and right Got that "Untitled" playing, bathed in the porch light Thinkin' 'bout a shawty, yeah, she got that certain sway Like a sweet Southern melody, at the close of the day She could "have it her way," that's a fact I understand And if she wanted to decide, I'd be right there, lending a hand. Said if you get a feelin', that familiar, deep inside The one that makes you wanna move, nowhere left to hide Won't you come closer to me? Let the rhythm take control Like a soulful country ballad, reachin' for your soul.
(Verse 2) Reminds me of that Silk joint, the way she walks, it's true Got that "Freak Me, baby" energy, shining right through. Not talkin' 'bout no recklessness, but a confident allure Like a firefly in darkness, somethin' you can't ignore. Let me talk to you softly, 'bout intentions pure and deep More than just a fleeting moment, promises I wanna keep. Remember Brandy on the speakers, "Top of the World" we vibe That feelin' when you connect, like nothin' can divide. Used to dream of gettin' there, same ambition in my stride Now I'm lookin' at her beauty, got nowhere left to hide. From Helly Hansen dreams to buildin' somethin' real and strong This ain't 'bout mini mansions, where we truly belong.
(Verse 3) Now that 3T joint hits different, "I would do anything for you" That raw, unadulterated truth, shinin' fresh and new. Sittin' here tonight, thinkin' 'bout her gentle touch Wish she was here beside me, wouldn't ask for nothin' much. Just her presence, her laughter, the way she looks my way Takes me back to simpler times, at the end of the day. Like Anthony Hamilton croonin', 'bout the love that feels so right "Cornbread, Fish & Collard Greens," under the moonlight. Knew just what I had to be, when I saw her in that light Like an appetite awakened, burnin' ever so bright. To every dude in sight, she stands out, a queen for real This ain't no competition, this is truly how I feel. By then, I just gotta step up, and let my feelings bloom This ain't just some casual fling, escapin' from a lonely room. This is somethin' deeper, a connection hard to find A soulful country R&B blend, etched upon my mind.
Just see
How fearlessly
Sunshine is seated
On the gravestone
And the caring breeze
Whispering to the loneliness
So absolute
Beneath the tombstone
A paleolithic stone
A meaningless silence
Guarding utterly alone
The desiccating non-existence
Here lies she
Neither sad nor happy
Decaying gingerly
Enriching the earth
Are all doors locked
The moment we breathe our last
Then why the philosophers and scientists say
Energy is neither created nor destroyed
Happy earth
Taking her in with mirth
Smilingly giving birth to
Green pink and yellow
Coz her face chiselled
Poetry in her dimples
Aggression in her pimples
She made the flowers bloom
Where there was just thorn
Dried hay on broken bricks
Rude words from unwashed mouth
All stared with amazement
Yes when she had her words and breath
Flow of life like a brook
Never dreamt of lying buried
Knew her life in wavelets only
In her looks
A cup of morning tea
A mug of evening coffee
Fountain pen and notebook
One who gave so much
To life and society
Will stop stay put and still
Useless skeletons?
In death too
To herself she is true
Providing nourishment to soil
Making room for red and violets
I look in wonder
You are still writing poetry
In these flowers of skeletons
Colours of desiccation
I am sure next spring
Here in this green cover
A Cypress will grow and spread
A recognition of yours rieker deeds
Now the afternoon is still here
Moments are tender and pale
Shadows are coming and going
Stillness of accumulated past
Intense is darkness
Beyond death of life
Like when a love
Suddenly ceased to exist
As I remember your face
I earn freedom from this cold ice
Your warm cheek and palm
Are still a vibrant support
In death you lie down here
Stay reassured
In life you are in our thoughts
Whenever a candle goes out
Whenever we run out of candles
We look for you at our centre
You never disappoint us
Ever lighting us a candle
This way death awakes in life
Cypress grows on lonely graveyard
This way shadows of deer and cheetahs
Rise in life to engage our eyes
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September 15 , 2017
Poems that paint a picture 2 Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
The Caricature
You like to label it as a nefarious empire
brought to power by an unpropitious circumstance
paint a picture of evil and malfeasance
blood soaked canvas is the final image
mass murderers, the greatest genocide
no good they have done, just vile and hate
inspired by the dynamism of the leader
black and white, no shades of gray
just a rancorous order
the caricature, of evil
the caricature, of misery
black or white, no shades of gray
don't ask, just swallow what they say
the caricature, cartoon villain
black and white, no shades of gray
from what I have seen, not as heinous as they say
from elimination of unemployment
to the strength through joy program
workers rights protected by a benevolent union
clean streets and nonexistent crime
pride in Fatherland at an all time high
health and prosperity never before seen
a million strong salute at the Nuremberg rallies
black and white, no shades of gray
tyrannical order
the caricature, of evil
the caricature, of the maleficent
black and white, no shades of gray
don't ask, just swallow what they say
the caricature, what Hollywood portrays
black and white, no shades of gray
You talk of atrocities and monstrous acts
but for once lets exam the facts
ever question if the victor lacked on an ethical standpoint?
ever committed presumptuous acts that are odious?
Examining rudiment facts, they had death camps
where the Soviets murdered 28 million in Gulags
innocents witnessed terror raids night after night
where The Royal Air Force murdered 300,000 in Dresden
so I ask who is really the hero and who is the Villain?
Black and white, no shades of gray
the caricature, portrait of infamy
the caricature, video game mad men,
black and white, no shades of gray
don't ask, swallow what they say
the caricature, almighty evil
black and white, no shades of gray
they say don't question the official history
yet I want to know why they ensconce the truth
why do they fear us finding out what really happened?
It seems we have a dichotomy between fact and fiction
suppression of truth
history written by the victors
villainize the losers
gain their sympathy
money for your industry
spread the big lie
I am a thread unraveling,
A song fading in the wind.
A paper boat on an endless sea,
Folding under waves I can’t control.
I am vulnerable,
Glass stretched thin,
Waiting for the shatter.
I break
More often than I dare to admit.
I break in silence,
Behind closed doors,
Where tears carve rivers
Through the deserts of my resolve.
Regrets hang like unfinished paintings,
Muted colors of choices left undone,
Of routes I feared to walk,
Of words I swallowed instead of spoke.
I write
Pieces, fragments, half-built worlds,
Never finding the courage to complete.
I am scared,
Insecure, undecided,
A pendulum swinging between what could be
And what I’ve lost.
But you don’t see this me.
I stitched together a mask,
Seamless and smooth,
Strong enough to shield your gaze.
It keeps me safe from your judgment,
From the weight of your expectations.
I smile,
A practiced craft,
A sunbeam on demand,
Lighting the room even as my own sky darkens.
I inspire,
I motivate,
I paint a picture of strength
While trembling beneath the brush strokes.
When I am at my lowest,
My mask crowns me king of a world
That doesn’t know my quiet chaos.
I give you what you want to see
And keep my truth locked away,
Its key hidden in the cracks of my own heart.
I confide in me,
For who else could shoulder this weight?
But confiding in me is lonely.
It feels like whispering into an empty canyon,
My voice echoing back, distorted and hollow.
Loneliness is a quiet thief,
Stealing pieces of me while I’m distracted,
Leaving gaps where certainty used to be.
I sit with it,
A shadow in a chair across the room,
Always there, always silent,
Yet louder than the crowd’s applause.
I am my own diary,
Unwritten pages worn thin with secrets.
I am the candle burning for no one,
Flickering against the wind of my own doubts.
I tell myself it’s enough.
That I can carry this,
That I can confide in me,
But sometimes,
Even the strongest masks crack.
And when they do,
They will see the storm.
The fragments of a human undone.
And whole all at once.
But in the stillness of my solitude.
I hear my truth.
And perhaps, in the echoes of this verse.
You might find yours too.
“My pen drips of sorrow and on this paper, I write each tear.”
This is to a person I haven't visited in ten years.
He was very close to me,
let me open up to you so you can see.
He was the son of my mother.
In other words, he was my brother.
Let me paint a picture for you of what we had,
but be warned, this is sad.
From the ages of 10 to 12, he said nothing, not even a mutter.
He was ridiculed by classmates, because he had a stutter.
After that, life was a hard scary dream.
One in which he had no confidence or self esteem.
All of this nightmare turned into a reality,
because of our ignorance and brutality.
He grew up big and strong,
but in his eyes, you could see there is something wrong.
He was 6'2'' and had a body to envy.
At age 22, he was what every man wanted to be.
He made himself that way to have a protective shell.
Under his skin, you could see he wasn't well.
He had so many friends that he did neglect.
He couldn't get close to people, he meant no disrespect.
He tried so hard at so many things,
but at a young age, cruelty snipped his wings.
Inside he was afraid, so he showed no expression.
Looking back, I now see the face of deep depression.
I talked to him and said its safe and sound.
So he gave it a chance and came around.
One day he became the father,
of a very beautiful daughter.
His world revolved his daughter and girlfriend,
but quickly things started to descend.
“Daddy, I want you to be with me.”
He couldn't, she was wealthy and got full custody.
I got a call at work, but orders are backing up you see.
I couldn't answer, all he wanted to say was “help me.”
In this world he saw only pain with no light.
So he ended his life that fateful night.
The only thing I want is one more chance to answer that phone.
The only thing I want is one more chance to hug you when you come home.
I miss you more than my tears and words can say.
I had you for sixteen years, and for that I am grateful in every way.
When I pray, I will always ask for just one more day.
I miss and love you so much, I just wanted you to know that, okay.
***By Chris Matt for A Rambling contest “Just write”***
August 14, 2011
Today is an anniversary for me,
although there will be no smiles, no cheers, no congratulations.
This is the anniversary where there are no words to say,
It's when I remember someone, who passed away.
He was very close to me,
let me open up to you, so you can see.
He was the son of my mother,
in other words, he was my brother.
Let me paint a picture for you of what we had,
but be warned, this is sad.
From the ages of 10 to 12, he said nothing, not even a mutter.
He was ridiculed by classmates, because he had a stutter.
After that, life was a hard, scary dream.
One in which he had no confidence or self esteem.
All of this nightmare turned into a reality,
because of our ignorance and brutality.
He grew up big and strong,
but you could see in his eyes, there is something wrong.
He was 6'2'' and had a body to envy
At age 22 he was what every man wanted to be.
He made himself that way, to have a protective shell,
under his skin, you could see he wasn't well.
He had so very many friends, that he did neglect,
he couldn't get close to people, he meant no disrespect.
He tried so hard at so many things,
but at a young age, cruelty snipped his wings.
Inside he was afraid so he showed no expression,
looking back, I now see the face of deep depression.
I talked to him and said it's safe and sound,
so he gave it a chance and he came around.
One day he became the father,
of a very beautiful daughter.
His world revolved around his daughter and girlfriend,
but quickly things started to descend.
"Daddy I want you to be with me,"
but he couldn't, she was wealthy, and got full custody.
I got a call at work, but orders are backing up you see,
I couldn't answer, all he wanted to say was "help me."
In this world he saw only pain with no light,
So he ended his life that fateful night.
I want one more chance to answer that phone.
I want one more chance to hug you when you come home.
I miss you more than my tears and words can say,
I had you for 16 years, and for that I am grateful in every way,
When I pray, I will always ask for just one more day.
I miss and love you so much, I just wanted you to know that, ok.
Form:
The Artist
I need a Muse.
Do you think it could be you?
Can you pick up a paint brush
And show me what you can do?
I need a painter of portraits;
To fill in the gaps inside my head.
I need a Goddess of Love,
To notice the stuff I write in my bed.
I need an Artist, who is simply magnificent,
A breath-taking vision, who is simply Heaven sent.
I need an Angel to paint me a Picasso,
Of my poetry in pieces, before I end up like Van Gogh.
Slightly impaired by deafness, I guess.
Going grey now; thank you stress.
Hi Mona, how’s Rembrandt?
He’s been seen drinking in a bar,
With somebody called Cezanne?
Call Michaelangelo; Donatello will have a plan.
Leonardo’s busy with his inventions,
But here comes Raphael.
Turtle Power! Hi Master Splinter.
Do you have your easel and paints ready
To see you through the winter?
Paint me a story
And I’ll write you a picture.
I think if the two of us worked together;
What I see, to you could become much clearer.
Are you sat there looking for some inspiration?
Then read one of my poems, sing one of my songs;
Maybe then you could paint our creation.
Maybe then I could write poetry about your art.
My vision brought to life,
With the gift of your care.
Paint a picture of us together,
So you will remember that I will always be there.
If you ever need some inspiration,
Just creep inside my mind for a little vacation;
From reality, from your personal Demons.
You will see we are all the same.
I have as many foibles as you do.
My heart belongs to any Woman who truly wants it.
But she hasn’t told me how she feels yet,
So I guess I can’t live without it.
But soon I will meet someone
And offer them my love.
Because an artist without inspiration,
Is like a poet who has never been in love.
Joyous tragedy! Shakespeare laughs
As he tears apart love, with just a couple of paragraphs.
Dead and gone! Not our fair Juliet.
If Romeo had just gone home instead;
He would have turned into a moody poet.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Your name is misery
here to haunt me in my dreams
In my waking hours and in my sleep
Nightmares and worst fears
of course you can make them come true
For
Your Name Is Misery
You are the demon
That called himself a dad
You are my illness, my shame, guilt and pain
I cannot shake you
I try to run but you always catch me
I try to hide and you find me
Your Name Is Misery
You are the cause of my pain
I used to blame myself
But lately I have found I am not the one to blame
I was a child
Innocent and helpless
when you took my dignity, my life my sanity
Your Name Is Misery
You have presented yourself in many forms
The school counselor who tried to violate me
The Father figure who molested me
The strangers who forced themselves on me
A gang paid to rape me
A Fiance who beat me
And killed the child inside me
The voices that torment me
Your Name Is Misery
You have so many faces
It would take my whole life to paint a picture of you
And quite frankly
I don't want to waste my time on you
I just want to forget you
Your Name Is Misery
I wish I could get away from you
Break away from your grasp
Take away the control you have over me
I hate being under your spell
I hate the pain you constantly cause me
I hate crying because of you
I hate the darkness you bring with you
Most of all
I hate you
Your Name is Misery
That is no lie
There is no mistake
You bring havoc, drama, and chaos
All the things I despise
I don't want you near me
I don't even want to look you in the eye
Your Name is Misery
I am afraid of you
I can't stand you
most of all
I am mad at you
for you have made my life a living hell
But no more
I am cutting you out
I have never wanted you around
It is high time
I got rid of you
It's time to stand my ground
I am going to take you down
I don't need you
I never want to see you
Get out of my life
For I am not going to let you bring me down
You are not welcome here
Your Name Is Misery
By: Jean Shular
Form:
Aye, what a revolution in red and orange against the
venom of society and culture
With the flowers of right palm though a gesture of dance
in fact covers her tears
A story of blue tension and deep emotion in red flamenco
so flamboyantly executes the dancer
The crimson movement of the lyrical arms and torso
in sync with the guitar is awesome
Unique euphoria of exuberance in the swirl of a female figure
so provocative
What a dancing dream doing up the drawings of
the body on the fly
What a message of moons in mounds you convey
through the crafty curves
And each passing passion pulsates from prose to
poetry of muscles and bones
Eros encouraging us to transcend ourselves through
the journey of desire like a fountain
From brownish black towards the orange flames
on the comely conical mountains
And the warmly amber valley as it mingles with the
flames from the dancing spark
Blackens darkens and then harkens at joyous response
of mesmerized connoisseurs
Deepens the dense dance still further by generating
romantic proposition in her gestures
Unstoppable time hypnotized to stop for a moment to
stand and see how infinity can dance
Time itself in much ado on the long neck of
reddening movement
Aye, you dancing fire spreading your oranges everywhere
from Andalusia to Madrid
And then all over the globe amazing you me and all
in modern style of elegant gestures
Sliding the shoulder blades down the back and thus
the chest held proudly
Inviting inquisitive attention to read the poems
up to the chin and down the tall back
Closing the eye for a few seconds we see in awe our fertile
dear earth in a dance of rebellion
The earthy and raw in a fascinating gesture of life
we do need to feel so much
That while in the midst of viewing what you interpret
we too get merged in the dancing colour
Aha! What a phenomenon
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September 23, 2017
For the contest:Poems that paint a picture 3
Hosted by: Silent One