Short Earring Poems
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Vermeer decidedto use chiaroscuro
by this ,his paintings we know
Girl in various poses,his thing
especially the one with an earring
Arty stuff No 8
An artist called Johannes Vermeer,
Was quietly drinking a beer,
A girl with an earring
Said something endearing,
So he smiled and thought "That's an idea!"
A
look
of love-
perhaps her Dad-
a hint of Lisa,just a tad
Vermeers -A girl with a Pearl Earring c 1665
Jan's firs daughter Maria was born 1654.
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earring of bush's shrub
its petals adorn pendant
hibiscus's beauty
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VIRGINAL GIRL
begin the beguine..
Make your music mine
LAUGHING GIRL
joy's outflow-from eyes aglow
GIRL WITH EARRING
a look of love-
into eternity's mirror
LACEMAKING GIRL
intricate detail
patient design-
portrait of time
the dog is gagging
in some vomit on the floor. . .
my vanished earring
(well, it's kind of about nature; a very natural thing for dogs. haha!)
For PD's (Make Me Chuckle with a haiku) Haiku #1 (or senryu)
You've a ring, I've an earring
Together we've a little thing
That we both share, onyx wear
Worn without too much fanfare
I see yours and you see mine
It's something that I know you like
And if you do, I do too
Whatever brings me close to you
VIRGINAL GIRL
begin the beguine..
Make your music mine
LAUGHING GIRL
joy's outflow-from eyes aglow
GIRL WITH EARRING
a look of love-
into eternity's mirror
LACEMAKING GIRL
intricate detail
patient design-
portrait of time
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Mesmerizing pearl
Exquisite timeless jewel
Balanced harmony
Enchanted luminescence
Canvas beauty for all time.
Johannes Vermeer: The Girl With a Pearl Earring
Image by Robertwaghorn pixabay
I aways start drawing my cartoons with their eyes
Nose and mouth follow in second and third place
Chin, hair, ears, earring, and neck are next
My drawings are predictable; they are always in this order
Sometimes I wonder if other cartoonists draw like I do
Are they in my kind of rut?
BOX (4)
I let the voice
recognize the box
but it sits opposite me
chewing my echo.
I stare around.
I am inside it.
The echo bounces against its walls
piercing my ear
like an earring.
My voice giggles into tears
and stands here
stuck, to remind me
that the box is stifling me
the more I grow
inside it.
Her glance intriguing
A simple pearl drop earring
Alabaster skin
Hair in a turban like wrap
Portrait of innocence
Girl witha Pearl Earring- by the
Dutch painter Johannes Vermeer
done in the 17 century. Movie
made in 2003 , starring Colin Firth.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Girl_with_a_Pearl_Earring.
beyond me, another poem
fluctuating earring
out of style
has to buy me
playing missing nightstands
till the songs pass us goodnights
circling memories up stairs
swimming in stands
never giving up floors
she's tangled twice
he'd paint her nervous twang
beginnings in shorts
dancing cornered
steady gone, one more block
come with her, next time
I am a suitor sneaking upon her
or perhaps a light breeze upon her shoulder
exasperation or is it disappointment parts her lips,
simple indifference, unfulfilled hope?
turban undisturbed,
in careful turn from light
would be I the target of her stare,
the reason for embalmment leap
to me, to sit
on this Mauritshus bench.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
from each of
her ear lobe
vines hang
a single
rose
earring
bringing
a thought
to mind as
if wanting to
find out
where the
thorns may
be found so
that my want
to kiss
with lips
will not bleed
but yet need to
become a bee or
me more
a humming
bird with heart
beat rapidly like
wings wanting to
put my
licking
tongue
slowly
in to
tease
Form:
Lost
My golden earring is lost, gone.
A symbol of my working past
Sophisticated, young.
Days of suits, neck bows;
Dressing for success;
Simple, professional.
The times of being a part of happening things,
The rush of keyboards and telephone rings,
Passed, oh, so fast.
Now jeans and sweats in silence,
Only the roar of other’s commute;
Goodbye, golden earring.
tones
of
blue,yellow
and
red
on
black
her eyes
a
novelette
unread
a
look
of
youth
unfazed
our
past
recalled in
another's
gaze
inspired by Vermeer's The
Girl with a Pearl earring
Isn’t my talent.
Her singing, she is talented.
Me, stilted, weary.
I don’t have stuff like abilities.
Washed all that potential off.
But hers.
She could fill a soft pillow case with her voice.
Or even an air mattress.
My core.
Is rough as compacted trash cubes.
My inner voice is made of gargling.
I was talented that one time.
Fixed the toilet somehow.
But flushed my earring away.
The face of this poem had cotton candy eyes and a mole for a nose, high red cheek bones, and a mouth with black lipstick on. The face of this poem had one right ear and it's yellow. And the face of this poem had one rainbow earring on. Gold framed glasses on a classy lady.she has a blue aura floating above a white halo. I take people at face value, Do you? Well, she is the star of her own life.
Filled with substance,
Never know who I’ll be next -
A person in disguise
Like the back of an earring,
Lost in the fibers
Unsure of what thought comes next -
But I feel more aware,
Yet still so alone -
Misunderstood,
Substance,
You’ve held me so tight.
Made me feel safe
But without you, it’s so much clearer
I cannot replace,
I must escape
And learn to live without you
My laden desk filled by the spilling
Of lipstick gritted cigarette butts
From my ashtray. Piles of grey
Gathering and merging with the
Dust around my typewriter.
A single golden earring, sits
By my now empty hand as I
Extinguish another finished ***.
And memories rot, around the
Unused airline ticket, when I
Wasted my opportunity to go
After the only one who had ever
Given me the ability to write.
A pirate met a painter and they had a little natter
Each of them seemed quite upset so what could be the matter
One of them had lost a shoe and only had one left
And one had lost an earring which had left him quite bereft
The pirate hunted high and low, the painter did the same
Neither found the thing they sought which really was a shame
What good is just one earring or a solitary shoe
Long John Silver told Van Gogh, I’ll do a deal with you.
The soul is here for its own joy.
It floats somewhere behind my eyes.
Existing in breath and relationships
It responds to and is created by
A Chopin Etude, Round Midnight, a fralich,
Starry Night, Girl with a Pearl Earring, Guernica,
A pas de deux, a tap dance, Tango,
War, HaShoah, Covid,
The look in a dog's eyes,
Ruby Bridges, Nelson Mendela, grandchildren,
A partner’s embrace,
Love, hate, acceptance,
Old age, infirmity, and the end.
My Last Note
My hands on the keys as they clickedy clack
The butts’ in the tray, there is no looking back
A note to my love who is leaving today
My ticket unused as she said I should to stay
As I couldn’t explain the butts with red stain
Or the single gold earring; she couldn’t remain
So she’s taking off and I’m staying behind
And I’m leaving this note, going out of my mind
If she ever comes back; if this note is found
She’ll also find me still hanging around
Earring
Standing in line,
In my resolute behavior
Looking with contempt
At all the things ,that make my ears burn
Standing there waiting my turn
Conscious of the slow movement of the line
I hear the argot language, in the conversations that surround
My mind
Using patience and self-control
I begin to socialize until I realize
That the interacting with noisy gossip is not my thing
So I turn around and without a feeling
I disconnect from what only makes my
Ear-ring