Picture Poems - Poems about Picture

“Let’s hang this heavy picture,” I heard my wife say to me. Giving her a claw hammer I put a steel nail up high. “When I nod my head, hit it.” …That’s the last thing I recall....

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A lifetime or two in a past far away There lives for me still, through a thicket of gray The brilliance of love for the world I once knew In more than just memories on pictures books blue The city...

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Every poem paints a picture worth a thousand words or so I've heard and a little whimsy goes a long way it can even make your day yet if I may have my say not to laugh occasionally once in a while would be a tragedy so let me see you smile and to make a long story short as I have often thought if brevity be the...

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Day as fine As the girl I spot. How beautiful she looks, I thought. What is so great? i ask. Is it her skin? Or the contour of her face? The outfit? Nah. Something deep, I realise. Is it Her intangible passion For reading, that's burning Brighter And brighter? Or The glossy images of pages Perched on her sparkly eyes, Holding millions of stories Etching all...

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When pigs fly I picture them Pink with white wings They are soft and cuddly I never picture the real pigs The black and white ones with the harsh hair Mud and manure on their snout and hooves I visualize them pretty, pink, round like cupids They are not large either. They are compact, symmetrical, Rubenesque Are they wearing clothes? I will have to go...

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"A Cemetery Can Take Your Breath Away. Watch Out Where You Walk." By Poet When I travel I love taking photos, of cemeteries and of a pretty rose. Sometimes the picture gets my painted toes, or maybe even my nose. On one trip I took a long flight, when looking at my photos I saw a bright light. Taken in the daytime...

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shadows draw across the canvas with light oily strokes and dry wet soul the white pythons and black mambas conspire as their tongues slither and roll down the canvas. like honey, it marinates the mellow white bruising it with time… yet as the honey lathers and the white bathes, the paint stops with all its might leaving behind the...

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As a kid my hair was a very easy fix, just pull it back with a rubber band into a ponytail. As a teen a ponytail was not going to work, off to the hair shop with picture in hand. I sat in the chair and said, I want to look like this picture. I sat dreaming about my great new...

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In an American primitive painting: she fetches a pail from a well, the bucket on her hip is full of broken eagles, wind turbines churn in the distance. Corn fields are bundled together. Drones hum like doves in the evening. The art of moon-spinning is practiced on front porches. People make do with transitory Amazon wants. Most get caught by the faceless winds, those rattling sighs that...

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Picture this You're eight years old, in your bedroom, playing with your favorite stuffed animals. But not far from your door, the sounds of raised voices echo-voices that do not sound happy. You shift your focus back to your toys: Three different teddy bears. One is the daddy, one is the mommy, and one is the daughter. You make the bears do...

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A little girl coming out of a Woolworth store. An eye in my mind begins to clothe its sight with a past image. She has pink ribbons in her hair and a blue dress, maybe she had just come from church. Little black child being tugged quickly through a disapproving, white-skinned crowd. It is not wrong to think of poets as painters. We offer pictures that can...

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I can still see a picture long gone,  waves of the ocean welcome and greets every edge of it. The shedding leaves, Then a thunder,  Reminds me of that picture with many cracks.  But just like autumn,  would the picture be also flowering in the near future?  Its shadow lingers around my thoughts, every glimpse of it reminds me of a new...

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Our life is like a picture from kaleidoscope puzzles Everyone receives the same elements at birth Everyone gets their own pictures It is in our power to create an amazing Rainbow world that surrounds us We paint it every day with new colors Create new patterns and enjoy the infinite possibilities....

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i remember you by my side peacefully our souls melding two hearts in communion one in harmony with the universe i still feel you holding my hand that's how i know you are still here with me still part of this synchronicity posted on April 7, 2025...

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crimson roses glow paint picture in flushed meadow… bare trees burst with leaves ...

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