Paint Poems - Poems about Paint

Paint your reality Paint your reality Reality kicks in You grab your brush And trust it's no rush To paint the perfect picture Doesn't always mean It's perfect With the right stroke The end result can be worth it Have you really just looked deep within And really brought it out Starting with the sketch Filling in...

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she rose from depths of his despair followed an artistic youthful D ...

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Every morning I paint a pair of eyes to see the world for me— Mines scream at the sky fracturing into neon glass. The dazzling eyes I painted— I use them to fit in the crowd dancing in chemical haze —reasons left out at the gate. I use them to study the rites of smoke —to ghost myself in every exhale. I use them to ignore the...

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Written: June 05, 2025, For contest by Brian Strand *********************** days i*n*c*r*e*asing l~o~n~g~e~r \|/\|/ ...

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when i was a kid i used to draw a blue line near the top of the paper that was supposed to be the sky it started off being thicker in some places than in others but as the time passed i started to add clouds and draw inside the lines the older i got,  the more realistic the sky became then...

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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 Surprise, it is another birthday, traveling through the flow of time Stop this ride, we...

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I pried with a screw-driver driven into a lid sealed with age, and rust, to crack open a callous retribution, set aside, tombed over. I was curious to learn how much remained and in what condition. Up came the lid with a gurgle, fizz, hiss, expelled with age smell. The paint on top, had dried, to a skin, a...

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Red Paint Long before my time, a group painted in red lived on the land. They lived with the buffalo and made weapons by hand. They used arrowheads at the end of their spears. Their homes were in tea peas planted beside the river. They danced at night around the fire. They were com and...

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“Paint me like one of your french boys.”, he said. I told him I didn’t paint. I would love to paint, the problem is I feel as though color just ruins my art. I told him this. I wish he would’ve said, “Oh darling if you won’t paint me, Then I can paint you, I know so many colors that...

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The past has always been a foreign country, step ten decades into the future and you will be an alien. Time takes no prisoners, the past wipes out legions of beings, their humanity is a thin cloth whipped by relentless winds. This country of ours is a body with endless names, generations that we make and remake with foreign hands and minds, even yesterday is a stranger...

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"Paint with paint or paint with words." By Poet As a small child I loved to paint, finger paints brought my plain paper to life. As a teen my painting moved on, on to painting by numbers. In our first house I painted the many walls. Paints come in many pretty colors, some very bright like the sunlight. Paints can come in pretty...

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"When I know your soul, I will paint your eyes*" ~ til then you wear a disguise * Amedeo Modigliani ~ Italian painter and sculptor ...

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Henry was not a good painter at all Until he channeled his Grandmother Gall She made him dress in an imaginative way Wearing her clothes and a hairbow gray Henry’s paintings were suddenly very good He began wearing Grandma’s sweatshirt and hood So much better! His spirit guide said, guiding his hand. He painted great but was the laugh of the land. For...

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The crowd roars loud, the lights all gleam He plays the fool inside their dream A painted smile, a flawless part But no one sees his breaking heart He makes them laugh, he draws the cheers But hides a flood of quiet tears A silent weight no one can guess Behind the jokes, the loneliness Each night he wears the same disguise A thousand...

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To draw is something … I could never do well, The joy a picture can bring The stories it can tell I could never do well Drawing freely on my own, The stories it can tell Remains for me unknown Drawing freely on my own Pencil, paint and line, Remains for me unknown A skill that is not mine Pencil, paint and line An artist...

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