Palette Poems - Poems about Palette

PAINTBRUSH Fingertips the bristles of a pagan paintbrush painting a Tree of Life on pacified cheekbones instead of in liver from whence it sprung now it burns to feed HeartSpace with witty wood for Eternal Fire From cheekbones it slid to jugular vein which throbbed like scintillating sciatica all jumbled chaotic timelines tangled in spherical space sheets birthing speculum stars self surrendered Paintbrush descended into nipples...

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From God’s Palette Miracle Man 2/8/2025 Each and every day, God paints this landscape portrait, that mankind enjoys. ...

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In canvas of existence, a masterpiece unfolds, Beautiful things take time, like tales of old. A symphony of moments, intricately designed, Each stroke of seconds, a work of art divine. Like petals of roses, tenderly they sway, Unfurling beauty, with each passing day. The sculptor's chisel, chips away with care, Revealing majesty, beyond compare. Seasons of growth, like layers of earth, Nourish the seedling,...

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cyan blues indigo into nighttime darkness scorches the soul to the core hellfire’s charcoal embers dissipate lightness of being achromatic void engulfs a self-fulfilling promise rose petals wither by the wayside trudged and treaded upon flame red converts to burnt sienna a mere shadow dances in the heat hunter green pastels fade in exhaustion an emerald pendant strings a chafed neck in a choking embrace...

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There is always that person Who is the most important after parents. The one who thought us everything  And made us who we are now. The art of being a teacher  Is like eternity. The endless joy of progressions, Is the ecstasy of both. They are the God's Who transforms us into the best one's. Makes us prove ourselves.  And be proud of oneself's. For me, it's...

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Autumn Leaves ...

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There is no vacant space in my veins; every inch of me is occupied; Head to toe I’m full of rich domains; Despite what you think I must confide sometimes life can be overwhelming; Feelings and logic often collide; Immense or minuscule? Keep going. Let each beautiful day color you, keep each untried idea flowing; I make it seem simple that’s not...

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Without you my words are an unadorned poem. By poet. At the edge of silence this soul screams, unable to save the decaying flowers in her garden of deceit. When her sadness is in love with me, anchoring emotions weigh me down, as cathartic metaphors reveal a labyrinth of tears. In an unadorned monochrome world hope floats from purple petals to...

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Vibrant color, dancing reflections of impressionist art, blaze on deep green water of mirrored lake, flaxen and scarlet leaves heed their reflections painted lips spread betwixt the trees, multicolored leaves swirl fluttering, deep blue sky silhouettes over lake water, evening dawns summer songs fading out, frosty kiss of autumn lingers. ...

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Her persona is like a portrait of picturesque perfection, embalmed in bittersweet lavender, unseen within depths of tributaries of elixir. If only they knew the chaos that flows, constrained in a confined gallery of grief. Not everyone is a master painter. Some brush with brutal bruised...

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In a universe, ablaze with color, so vivid and profuse, Exist hues of boundless spectrum, in a kaleidoscopic muse. Galaxies twirl in distant realms, adorned with stellar light, Painting the cosmic canvas, in the eternal, enchanting night. Stars, like glowing brush strokes, dot the infinite expanse, Igniting tales of time and matter, in an astral, majestic dance. Comets, with tails of...

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Lessons of Autumn Summaries of schooling — lessons upon lessons guiding Thoughts in class after class…as bells ring… Volumes to consider about ways of interpreting… As the world takes Life on a continuous spin — round and around — outside and within — Orbits, tides, seasons, moods, visions… Lessons taught that Winter is The Dead...

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The color palette of the world has changed. Wispy painters brush clouds line a clear calm sky. The day is dry and cold, powdery snow starts to fall. Flowers have ceased budding and spilling over in the garden; yet the passion, fragrant, rosebud cherry and amber honeysuckle vine, twines round the wooden arbor, inviting the few scarce bees to come to...

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Silver clouds up high, a foil to Fall’s warm colors; Cool spicy palette....

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From God’s Palette By: Miracle Man 6/3/2023 God, from His palette, paints to beautify, every day doesn’t come with a Robin Egg sky. Sometimes the sky is grayish or mottled, each day a masterpiece that can’t be bottled. He oft paints a portrait of an ominous sky, causing countless to pray or question why. God intends each portrait for all to see, but I still...

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