Painter Poems - Poems about Painter

...Listen to them chatting away in the room, voices spitting colors on the wall and painting a true story about them all. Everyone has a palette arranged with different colors in a unique manner and......Read the rest...

...Fukuda Chiyo-ni Haiku Fukuda Chiyo-ni was a Japanese poet and painter of the Edo period, also known as Kaga no Chiyo. Having seen the moon I can bid this planet farewell. —Chiyo-ni, loose tr......Read the rest...

...Fukuda Chiyo-ni Haiku Fukuda Chiyo-ni (1703-1775) was a celebrated Japanese poet and painter of the Edo period, also known as Kaga no Chiyo. CHIYO-NI POEMS ABOUT WOMEN AND DESIRE How alarmin......Read the rest...

...Fukuda Chiyo-ni Haiku Fukuda Chiyo-ni (1703-1775) was a celebrated Japanese poet and painter of the Edo period, also known as Kaga no Chiyo. Because morning glories held my well-bucket hostage......Read the rest...

...Beneath the veil of twilight, time lets its shadow fall, It trickles like quicksilver through the unseen hourglass, The silent ticking follows us, we, the children of earth, Try to halt it with th......Read the rest...

... The allure of mirage magnetic, thirst unquenched in hidden hope unperceived, insight intuits crafty illusion in life of reality, rational awareness absorbed......Read the rest...

...I was frustrated at work about seven years ago. A painter, cartoonist, and scrabble player, where next would I go? I needed something new to do. Not sure where to start. Suddenly feeling bored wi......Read the rest...

...Where is that tulip painter? Someone asked in a strange way. Someone said, “Think I saw him on the sky wind today. “ Yesterday he was crawling out of an oak tree’s knothole. He is a wise artist fo......Read the rest...

...Cooler than Arctic ice Yet, you warm the palette of my life With your nearly bluebell shades Layers of sifted sky Diluted into the tender grey clouds That slowly dance Towards tears of rain ......Read the rest...

... Love is a silent emotion, invisible to open eyes. But, I saw the naked soul of her enigma - my universal truth. A pristine state of perfection. As her 'silence' whispered to my sou......Read the rest...

...If my being is not born from words, What am I, in the vast anonymity? Not a sculptor of poems with the chisel of language, Nor a painter stirring the carousel of colors. If scars do not define me......Read the rest...

... All - rounder : Majestic Maestro That’s unique persona Leonardo ! Illustrious Marvellous! Glorious Gracious. Artist, Painter , Sculptur......Read the rest...

...Happiness is I this what I wanted, writing for no one in particular a few readers here and a few readers there happiness is in what I cannot grasp. I'm thankful for not becoming what I wanted......Read the rest...

...Take something with you You ll get hungry on the way hurry to your destination taking in your daily pride there's missives to write like exalted letters take these promises rinse the truth ......Read the rest...

...The tulips are too excitable, it is Winter here. —Sylvia Plath (Tulips) Like Tulip-beds of different shape and dyes, bending beneath the invisible west-wind’s sighs. —Thomas M......Read the rest...