Painted Poems - Poems about Painted

God Paints The Sky Have you ever wondered what it would be like on the other side? Take time out to give thanks, and not to be blind. I believe that in the morning God paints a sunrise. In the evening in many colors, he paints the sky. Be grateful for all that he has given. Do all things without complaining. Don’t...

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I romanticize you. No color will change the portrait I have painted of you in my mind. You could be black and white and still to me you are intricately dynamic. Your eyes are the window in which I feel gorgeously presented. Your soul is a breath of fresh air, something someone might only get to touch...

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painted ladies over the years i have forgotten her eyes that her smile was soft and her hair like chiffon on a wednesday morning we walked along stanyan street celebrating the colors of a fall morning listening to simon and garfunkel and watching steam rise from beneath the street the majesty of the painted ladies on steiner street came alive as they...

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The laughter rings, a hollow sound, Across the painted, cheerful ground. A mask he wears, a painted smile, Hiding the tears for a little while. Beneath the greasepaint, shadows creep, Where buried sorrows lie so deep. A heart that aches, a spirit torn, A silent grief, since early morn. The spotlight shines, a cruel display, For joy he feigns, though hope's astray. He stumbles through...

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Earthquakes of bedlam quell As tectonic plates of emotional instability cease shifting. The tears of a discarded clown, suspended in animation— Numbness overtakes. Masks slip, shattering. Shards scrape, lacerating apathetic flesh, Revealing the painted doll underneath. Remove its colourful costume; Discover marionette strings embedded within a fraying back. ...

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He sat in the corner of the moment, pressed like a crease in a suit no longer worn, faking laughter in a dialect he'd forgotten how to speak. They called him Light-Bringer. Said he lit the room like a dying bulb— flickering, faulty, but still trying. Applause was his oxygen, but even lungs grow tired of breathing fire when the room only...

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inked in bright colours on the tapestry of my mind a rainbow takes its light from the luminous rain amber sun rays reflect condensation of thoughts purple emotions flood third eyes at new dawn a swallow teases visions of peace embroidered in the cinnamon canvas of scrumptious delight the soft touch of your vibrant imagination sends heatwaves into thunderous awakening we become a...

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As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on...

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Aaro stands still and sees a snake among green leaves. What she thinks, she becomes, her eyes wide as new moons. The painted snake moves without moving, its path already chosen. "I can make things real too," whispers Aaro to herself. Each day she plants a thought like a seed in dark soil. Each night she waters it with dreams that never sleep. The snake found its...

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finger painted sky dotted star line above trees as rain falls an owl calls...

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Between the black gutters and the painted ceilings, Dogs teach dolls how to die. Study the rot in my bicuspids, file down the calluses and watch the heartbeat Shake the skin like strychnine shivers. Whispers fill the space between the curtains, hanging from the scaffolds Hushed against the legs, porcelain and fractured, Broken down the middle. Kintsugi can’t restore the...

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You stripped me from my innocence. painted me black and blue you'd tell me that you loved me but honestly it wasn't true. You told me I was beautiful and that no one else compared. Expect for the entire naiborhood who would have stopped and stared. you told me not to tell anyone and even if I dared...

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so think about the things that we will have to struggle through darkness nothing but darkness no sun to gaze no painted hue so many people are sure to falter at this most treacherous of plights those who are the stronger will see the dawn of a new light for those not strong enough there is mercy And there is life someone will pick them up and carry...

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She wakes, bare as morning light, A face unframed, soft in sight. Mascara lifts, lashes rise, Eyeliner sharpens her guarded eyes. Blusher blooms, cheeks come alive, Contours shape what can’t survive. Lip gloss glistens, a coy disguise Her beauty speaks, but never lies. By night, the mask dissolves away, Each streak of cleanser blurs the day. The mirror holds her rawest view Which face is hers?...

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I painted us perfect, love's untarnished gleam, but your control chipped away at the heart of my dream. Five years, a gilded cage where freedom slipped away, now your betrayal's echo darkens every day. His whispers poisoned trust, his games left me confined, wounds deep and lingering, a love redefined....

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