Portraits Poems - Poems about Portraits

Portraits on the wall, some grand, some small, staring at the people, sat around the table, portraits on the wall, ego show for all in silence they stare, look back if you care, at disjointed thoughts, from bygone hearts, faces deadpan bare, each behind every chair. the walls sweep around, from top floor to ground, chandeliers and fireplace, speaker phones, flower vase, those portraits in the hall, don't say much at all! every...

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Lives of residents collaged as their portraits hang from a gallery’s ceiling and spotlight shine upon their faces. They are old they are young they are boys and men they are girls and women these people who have called a small Iowa town their own. Some have posed in fields some by their houses and they frown or smile their faces offering reflections of the lives they’ve known but in their eyes, I...

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PORTRAITURE profile with style...

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At the museum, the portraits are hung Of presidents, staring ahead, A few of them still drawing breath, but by now, Most have been, for a lot of years, dead. Some I studied in school, some I knew not at all, Others served while I have been alive And the artists’ depictions were varied in style, Though to capture the truth, they...

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Rainbow has many colors Just life is blend with dark and light Happy and gloomy moments, yet We thank God for the blessing we receive. Roses are red and pretty, yet It has many thorns attach to it Just life is blend with hope and glory We thank God we survive each day we live. Road is clean and pave, yet It has many...

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I painted portraits of you in my heart till' dark clouds allowed pouring rain to fall washed away paintings hung that fell apart to leave my heart's chamber an empty hall my love for you held portraits that I hung now a darker place with its vacant walls where my love's dust becomes a wormwood dung when love died slowly in pain-filled...

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Picture portraits of us together in the placid plantation of peacefulness that is lit with emotionally righteous wit Pleasant sounds fill me up and thrill me…ascends my frown into a smile Going back to my roots in my ancient realm of thought and thoughtfulness along with it, along with it, with it Descend after a free-fall will...

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Seasons like emotions fade away. Where poisonous rain once blistered susceptible surfaces, now sapphire skies showcase the saffron sun, silently soothing somber scars. Yesterday was a vacant colouring book. Today is a kaleidoscopic canvas of colours, illuminating every blank page. Rainbow rivers stream through my veins, as eyes paint in positive portraits. Pen flows like exotic fruit juices, blending sweet smoothies. Essence of fruit salad zest, liberates from...

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Artists depict so many images of themselves Staring for hours into their own eyes The free model, always available Like poets ripping pieces away Exposing bare flesh, beating hearts Quietly observing, making notes For that third person perspective I'm all layers of flesh in tact right now All the good poetic material weighing heavy I dare not tempt it out It's the tear stained...

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When our children were young and our family small…say gathered around a birthday cake with all those smiling faces in one place…our family portrait was easy to take. Our children and family have grown…and as life constantly rearranges the family portraits…as they are meant to do…have mirrored all those changes. They show how we’ve all grown and aged… When we...

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Drowning in foolish beliefs; Pixilated portraits falling off Corroded walls; Blank canvases pervaded by Grainy brush strokes, Billowing amidst scattered flickers of Crumbling structures, Ambling in blighted stillness. Venturing to find equilibrium in This cryptic world, Stranded and abandoned, Layered upon a Pillar of empiric darkness, Glazed in meaningless semantics....

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I believe we are all artists…artists…in our own way. adding new colors to the self portrait we are painting every day. Which means there will always be a little wet paint on this portrait we’re maintaining because as each new day adds new adventures it’s clear…we haven’t finished painting. So when we brush up against another person…as our...

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PORTRAITS composite   unanimous elated & dumbfounded overwhelmed completely surreal yet exciting  conveying  a sense  of performative persona  introverted  &  private  together that  subvert convention distorted representations  imagined vaguely fragmented translucent & figurative an atmosphere  of movement &full of  storyline  accompanying   the skewed...

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Ancient forgotten portraits on the wall seem to conspire with time: growing age together!...

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Inspired by the multiple self portraits of Vincent Van Gogh. There are constants As I see into my own soul I paint my image over and over Perhaps take a piece Of myself And lay it on canvas My green eyes and red hair Set me apart But of talent, maybe not I practise to perfect this art I practise and I improve Whilst deteriorating Each piece preserved...

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