Short Drawing Poems
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Sunset’s smile fades as it paints
The bellies of evening clouds
Before drawing dusky shades
And retiring for the night.
in legion of hues
sun falling behind the ridge
~ drawing final breath
AP: 3rd place 2020
Posted on May 30, 2019
Our old well
is all petered
out, only
memories of
drawing water
many summers
ago, still
remain.
wrote 12-1-08
Little Willy mad as hell
pushed his sister in the well.
mother said while drawing water
it's so hard to raise a daughter!
Beautiful woman
Posing
Can't do her justice
Just want her gesture
Her grace
In a line
In a colour
Her essence
Elusive
Moon is drawing circles
and you are drawing circles
and you drift farer and farer.
You will never be my husband after all.
Big fruit in the sky
Beautifully hanging high
Harvest drawing nigh
Deep passions coming alive
Reaping all the benefits
I weep for the child
we never had
drawing the blinds
in the evening
a night bird calls
Published, Cattails, Winter 2016
Outspoken colored pencils
Drawing some beautiful eyes
On a soft spoken woman
Bringing much delight
Russell Sivey
Architect artist John Soane
was never too well known
But collected 30k+ drawing masterpiece
of Wren,Adam etc he would not cease
Rays
Spill forth
Through window
Drawing pictures
Sun
Beams
Shining
Through the leaves
On the placid pond
Moon
3/4/19
Few gray clouds sprinkle the horizon
Cobalt blue streaks with magenta
Drawing me into the peace and serenity
Only God can bestow
Form:
To the sounding of the
Tick on Tock.
I added to it
Block on block.
My loneliness,
A drawing in.
A turning of anger
In.
She hides behind Butterfly's wings,
drawing in, as bees to nectar,
those that bow to the song she sings.
A poison, dressed as honey.
The mix of colors
creates a new world
for me to live in
A painted picture
can turn into magic
and keep me safe and happy forever
Enchanting me with your lust,
drawing me into the fire,
of your burning desire,
passion in your eyes.
For the spicy contest.
words die in my palm
as my eyelids caress them...
frozen seconds mourn...
my soul is drawing answers
out of broken mirrors shards...
You smell like a memory of the sea
And I remember which day
You swept me off my feet, but gently
A toe still drawing
Lines in the sand
The July sky is drawing nigh
Ensuring blue infinity.
We soar above the clouds so high
To contemplate divinity.
Seagull with sad withdrawn eyes
Drawing wings close to his side
Wind calling drawing
On death ears falling
Hurt with an injury
Somewhere
Form:
A Drawing Drawing
A drawing drawing
What had been our attention;
Now in state of shock.
Jim Horn
Disparage a carriage is my next one.
Somewhere
In a cave
She sits
Carbon stained fingers
Drawing
A poem
Disproportioned figures
Dancing
As a moon
Rises
Over arched
Stones
Your are
This light
Drawing
Me to
Maybe
Not Where
I do
Expect
Yet it
Is though
Where I
Need to
Be at
The end
A friend of mine always tells
Her modus operandi never fails
If it's her intention
To draw a man's attention
She always talks to someone else.
Drawing with scissors was no great change
in reality it increased Matisse colourful range
Creating in form,so unique
bringing is art to its peak