Paint Poems - Poems about Paint

"He won’t paint", cried out the Father suspecting a flame of genius in the toddler’s eyes. The painterly parent bought paper, acrylics, oils, brushes, chalks, and crayons, not even a finger painting emerged. The child steadfastly refused to paint. The father pleaded: “For the glory of God why not paint!” His offspring only turned away to suck a thumb. Months past…years. The child grew to be a...

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A broken gate in the cemetery holds many memories. By Poet Walk through my gate at night, only with a full moon very bright. The hanging "Gossamer" from the trees is an eerie sight, I do not know if I like this invite. This "Ghostly" night may bring some fright, but in the end we will be alright. Look over there at...

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"Cake and Jingle" Written by Aria Sooth wants And "Groovy" A. Staves She's the "Glam" Gotta say she's glamorous Soothing and sexy Charismatic Yeah she's got charm She's the "RIZZ" You know what I'm saying With style and class With main character energy I love her smile You know she ain't playin attractiveness We all agreed she got that Type of popular appeal The soft launch We got something Going on New to you She and...

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On the stage of life, I paint my lips crimson, a smile stitched with invisible thread, While the scar beneath my ribs sings a melody only I can hear. The halogen spotlights burn intensely, bleaching the shadows where my pain retreats, Like a sleeping child, small, forgotten, yet still breathing in the deafening silence. Pirouetting with borrowed grace, each...

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paint on my apron shes my prettiest canvas made by my sister...

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fluorescent yellow paint I paint a sun center of a flower stripes of a dinosaur giant tulip with peach tips eyes of a cat dots on a ladybug clown fish fin butterfly wings Dots on a mushroom house fluorescent yellow paint...

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I always had Angie Under My Thumb, one day I heard her honking her car horn. What had she just done with her anger, my candy apple red vette she did Paint It Black. She was yelling back at me, You Can't Always Get What You Want. Now I will Tumblin Dice for release, my new car is a big mess. Her blue...

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The Merger of Clowns where the two are out performed by amatuers Sorrow the pains of birdseeds that were thrown at the frowning two cursing and swearing they ruined the moods of many in attendance there boozey breathe also noticed by there challengers in song the lose it dance they have been defeated the balloons were pitiful and there costumes were somethey had worn the night before they bottles of...

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On days like this, I just want to Paint It Black, Turn all the Rolling Stones into black holes. I know You Can’t Always Get What You Want, But I’m tired of Tumblin’ Dice trying to win. I just want to be one of those Wild Horses, That runs through the sunflower meadow on this Ruby Tuesday. When I look to the...

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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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