Portrait Poems - Poems about Portrait

The ships gone adrift On the blue portrait of us Were just two strangers No destination in mind Every port just looks the same ...

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Windswept spirit, ever keen, Inquisitive mind, light and free, Laughter's echo, a vibrant scene, Memories woven, endlessly, Artful soul, for all to see. ©bfa031925 Acrostic in Quintain (Birthday of Wilma D. Honrubia) ...

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No matter whichever way you are orientated, It is all the same; true love and physical attraction expressed. Even if a choice, it is your blank canvas meant to be painted....

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When Joe was young he had tonsilitis In grade school he developed bronchitis Later, elbow bursitis And Colitis,...

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note the nothingness of the tag yet so much time was spent gazing, observing each inhalation, exhalation ~ each held breath ~ not disturbing her rest. love learns no more. she once had a name. perhaps it was unimportant in the end. love learns no more. "unimportant" ~ a title that occupies such space, especially when it’s breathed in, embedded into the lungs. muse turned subject turned...

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Another year Another pic Of you and me....

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Weeping for no one, the great near-sister sobs, "Go, Queen, and find all the pink jewels." Soon they are found, examined and named: Little Pink Fish, Aurora of Evening and Forest Fire Sky. They are gathered and brought to the princess. Her beauty is her face; she is only five. She often goes from great to ungrateful. Then, being sorry,...

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I walked the winding way down your memories. We live in the age of perpetual documentation - a blessing for the socially inept. Every abstract gives insight, but I crave the full portrait, you in your every shade and hue. I wish to know you better than breathing, but I fail even to take notice of where the edges of my...

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Woman in a painting When she left it was snowing she left no snow print years passed like a stacked wood waiting for winter at permanent art exhibition in a painting by Paula Rego she was bigger now than before Etched in her face the abuse she the abuse she had suffered She had survived she left footprints that told of the...

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Father is dressed in grim face and a white shirt, His unfriendly face could win the heart of Hitler – mother combed her hair this time and her deep brown eyes carries heavy love for her family. in the painting i am sitting right in front of the grim face with my eyes bent as if afraid to look and my...

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Unpredictable and volatile-- morose and quiet one moment, he is laughing heartily just after a while at whatever excited his mirth, his high thin loud laugh strange from a person with a grave mien. He would often be in deep thought, as if engaged in contemplation of a philosophical question. You’d think he is not given to humor, but know him well and...

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SELFIE PORTRAITURE ego on show...

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Happiness just knocked on the door I didn't ask, but the gentle lips And heart were aching for a while The lamp in the empty room Gradually lost its coldness Leaving a beam of light For memories of us Holding each other tightly In the canvass of love picture....

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Who would ignore a giraffe? Place it off-centre and perhaps I would, on a particularly grey day where I was all but disappearing myself "Please point it out to me," I might say, all the colour returning to my face, joie de vivre leaping into the essence of me as you and I see what we want to see It's so easy...

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A woman hangs on my parlor wall Perched Precariously in her picture frame, A garish feather placed upon the hat upon her head Her dress, a ruby red, ruby red. Cobwebs kiss her ivory face- Spiderweb cracks trace her glass eyes and porcelain nose. A mouse or a moth chewed a hole in her side Anachronistic blue tape hides the embarrassing blemish...

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