Short Airbrushed Poems
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Magical eclipse
Gives rise to Celtic Twilight
Airbrushed perfection
Ghostly Druid casts his spell
Protected by Tree of life.
So thin,
with perfect hair
and flawless skin.
Arms and thighs
are just
the right size.
No lumps, rolls,
dimples
or moles.
This has to be
a fake image
I see.
by Ana Espinola Collins
this balmy meadow
airbrushed in Renoir orange
welcomes first autumn
through grace of marmalade leaves
...cuddling Sabbath’s peace
Contest 264 Brian Strand...2013
Amber skyline
Drapes midnight’s ceiling
Tints of luster fade
Airbrushed with mist
Wafts gently twirl
In a slow dance
To warm earth’s repose
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Shanzi for Joann Grisetti
by nette onclaud
In a bubble
A big
glass bubble
Inside
breath fills
outside empties
People preplayed
movies
Clouds airbrushed
stilled in motion
Pigions in
motionless flight
I am looking for
a crack
A way in
A way out
Form:
My mind glides to stroke a color...
My hands speak in a rhyming flutter...
But my lips scream in artistic tongue...
Splashing vibrant shades of words unsung...
Left with painted chords and airbrushed words...
My soul is showcased and finally heard...
#1
fate's fickle fingers
tease the silence of a pond -
a butterfly's wings
#2
stillness in shadow
sketching a silent sunrise -
airbrushed perfection
#3
leaf and feather dance
direction of unseen wand -
woodwind symphony
John G. Lawless
5/8/2020
long, the shadows with morning dew
herringbone clouds like gossamer lace
airbrushed above on the blazing blue
blooming as morn on your angel face
sunrise enchanter with skin, unleaven
tenderly daubed with a kiss ... of heaven.
November 7, 2025
For the “Bite Size Contest Number 127” Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor
When varnished leaves quake overhead
And jasmines in their airbrushed red,
Match the whippoorwill as it sings
Our notes flit on through elder wings--
Into duskfall , an ardor's rite
Through October’s final delight:
We watch autumn cast her paints high
Till stars wane from love's lullaby.
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Free Verse Or Rhyme Poetry In Its Beauty
Eve Roper's Contest 04.11.2019
Pic # 3 Revised
I see all the things that have come and gone...
Left with visions of half smiles that saw their way on...
Sand castles of ideas slowly pulled to the ground...
Disolving into yesterday with just a small sound...
A portrait of me with airbrushed tears on a old smile...
That has outlined wrinkles that came and stayed a while...
In this pile of thoughts there is always a face I can never see...
But when it draws closer, it's clear that it's always me...
Beneath strands of citrine dangling in the sky
arms glitter on a Moulin Rouge display,
neon bulbs flirt with the Arc spinning high
its rich tableu, like pastel from Monet.
And streets float on floods of traffic yellow
unleashing a thousand monarchs on flames,
scenting an evening airbrushed by Van Gogh
as figures grind on roulette of oiled frames.
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Paris night , after 9 pm...a few years back
Third place
Perfect You
Little girl
Beautiful little girl
Why do you let others decide for you
How you should look
What body you should have
They do not know you
They have never seen you
The ones you look at
They are not real
They are airbrushed
They are made of plastic
You are the real girl
True to nature
Your hair may not be right
There may be a couple extra pounds
Don’t listen to magazines, TV or movies
Just remember
You are the way you should be
You are the perfect you