Painted Poems - Poems about Painted

Every time I try to make things right, Something breaks or slips from sight. I hold on tight, but still it’s gone — Just like the end of a breakup song. Deadlines chase me through the night, Redemption’s path fades out of light. I try to lift the weight I bear, But it gets heavier in the midnight air. I hope one day...

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Early each morn before the dawn she primps and prettifies shadows her eyes lines her brows lipstick applies rouges her cheeks powders her nose lacquers her hair files then paints her nails fingers and toes pampers places it never shows and every night washes it all away only to do it go through it all over again exactly the same at sunrise the very next day ...

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I said I knew him— like the sea knows the moon, drawn, pulled, dancing tides to his rhythm. I traced constellations in the freckles on his back, wrote sonnets on the way he stirred his coffee, knew his heartbeat like a song I was born with. I could name the sound his silence made, the way his right eye twitched when he...

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Under the sky painted with gold and silk shadows, The sun pours its last rays like an ancient elixir, And darkness, like a river of velvet, embraces the earth, Stopping time for mortals, to dive into deep meditation. On the field of dreams, where grass tells its story underfoot, Our souls seek unwritten tales, hidden in the depths, In the echo...

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[Verse 1] It’s a whisper dressed in armor A wildfire in disguise It hides the truth in velvet While it’s staring through her eyes I speak in stars and shadows She laughs, but doesn’t see That every line I scribble down Is her, and always will be [Chorus] It’s painted in smoke, carved out of rain Wrapped in riddles so she won’t guess my name It’s not...

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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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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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