Portraits Poems - Poems about Portraits

Portraits in the Dark

I sat with the plant leaf again,
its veins straighter than mine.
The bus ride had ended. Manila steamed.
My shirt, still full of your smell,
even though you hadn’t come yet.

The blinds were half-closed
like eyelids in anesthesia—
and I traced shadows with my pen
pretending I was writing payroll,
but it was always a eulogy.

The dust in the corners of the

Portraits on the wall

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

Small Town Portraits

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

PORTRAITS ekphrasis

PORTRAITURE

profile
with style

The Portraits

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

Portraits Of Life

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

Lost Portraits

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

Quivered Portraits

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

Positive Portraits

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

SMALL FAMILY PORTRAITS

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

Pixilated Portraits

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.

Wet Paint

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

Portraits a Freed Verse

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

Portraits On the Wall Poetrix

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

Portraits In Porcelain

flush with excitement
she grasped hold of the handel
water music, ah!


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