Painting Poems - Poems about Painting

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Painting with words The ash in the wood burner is still warm white and esoteric an unborn dream a sin to shovel into a sink bucket when it looks holy and ought to be strewn upon the tranquil sea with the first drop of rain the ash in the bucket a dust cloud disperse like souls in the forest but,...

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They say a picture may paint a thousand words but I can't read what he wrote household paint poured onto a horizontal surface ain't what I call works of note splashed with no pre-planned end-result for art's sake to me does not art make known for his 'drip technique' yes he was a drip and no mistake yet a few of his spills...

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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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rooster crows his morning song pridefully male apple blossoms arrived last night deep purple lilac bush in full bloom feels like May verdant meadow lawn nearly fluorescent i choose my paints ready to follow my artistic muse...

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The morning sunrise emitting a pastel rainbow sky. A sight that is so beautiful it makes me want to cry. As I see the sun rise, I remember we never truly die....

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Written: May 03, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand Olena Babak's artwork Spring's Easel Explodes Painting Shades ( It is more convenient to read the poem while looking at the artwork.) ******************* the light shines in the eye of the whirlwind whipping...

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Turpentine waters of paranoia ripple beneath an opaque surface, merging with the burnt umber sun, ravenously setting over the savage distance. Did the earth just crack open within its core...? An ungovernable fear hastens— up my spine ...

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Caustic memories dissolve on my tongue Lingering tastes of battery acid and nicotine Cause me to choke on putrid saliva. Staring at melting walls, clocks tick in unison. Distorted birdsong hums outside of jagged windows Under the warped sun, an unrepentant landscape blurs. Freshly budding peonies liquefy; Veils thin, evaporating the...

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Dante Gabriel Rosetti immortalized his lovers: the strong, graceful and voluptuous gentlewomen who could have been countesses and baronesses. Indeed, their beauty would stand the test of time. He shared their innate glamour with the world but kept for himself the spell of their smile. One by one voluptuous enchantress with eyes like daggers warned onlookers that beauty was hardly an open...

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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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“There’s a cow at the table,” I whispered, not wanting to be rude. It’s horns curled like question marks, which seemed quite Apropos Now that I’ve been to college, I can tell you, there’s a lot that I don’t know. But a cow at the table, no matter how well dressed, left me, well, confused. “How do you Dooooo?”...

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Its style is a journey for my mind providing a world onto itself with miles to meander and crevasses to explore with paths to follow allowing my soul to wander AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Submitted on April 25, 2025 for contest YOUR CHOICE V sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 8TH Posted on April 10, 2025...

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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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Take a year to finish a painting. He finished building that swing. Dismiss your own fear. Is that a werewolf he can hear? Take a year to paint a portrait. He wonders if he captured every trait. Lime green hair, and orange tonsils. Swirling paint around in this cup full. Paint a landscape as well. But then...

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