Short Painters Poems
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Antoine Vollen realist
with breakfast piece did persist
A 'painters' painter it was said
a celebrity with srreet 'cred'
languid afternoon
cottonball clouds drift across
an expansive sky
creating elaborate patterns
for painters to interpret
our bodies dance in reconciliation to ease off past battles...
29 June 2022
The Art of Peace poetry contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
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I envy many
Highest are the pure artists
Great poets are highly desired
In my opinion
Painters just slightly below
In humble reality
Russell Sivey
Painters, Writers, Poets live in a world apart
Crazed and demented they somehow create art
Commentary varies as to what is good or bad
Laud the creative architects who are nothing short of mad
Painters Writers Poets
live in a world apart
crazed and demented
they somehow create art
commentary varies
as to what is good or bad
laud the creative architects
who are nothing short of mad
Mind of just born child
A blank canvas
Parents and society
paint strokes of values
Beauty of Painting
depends on strokes of painters
01.04.2021
Contest Name :Surprise me
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
For the love of God
you are that angel
leaving gospel photo's
In clipped wings.
Ours is a fancy world
of painters
and fishes divine
see the clouds to shine.
Hold on let me
see that face to smile.
For the love of God
you are that angel
leaving gospel photo's
In clipped wings.
Ours is a fancy world
of painters
and fishes divine
see the clouds to shine.
Hold on let me
see that face to smile.
The sky is like a painters canvas
Full of sunrises and sunsets
Of clear blue skies and starlit nights
Each day paints something new
And wonderful
A portrait beyond compare
Of natures beauty that is so fair
Let me tell you what I know
about Piet Mondrian and Mark Rothko,
two painters so rectangular and square,
you'd swear there is no life there,
till you look with a little more precision,
a little bit more care.
Ways of painters are ones with pen men
Careful drops born meaningful fortes
Those ones I cherish in them
Rhymesters and verse breeds
Awesome as daylight
Their muse their right
They conceive
Hatch in
Words
14/6/2014
Leaves of crispy gold; leaves of earthen red; a rainbow blanket.
Each tree’s offspring, paints a corner; Gaia’s nursery; abstract joy.
A palette for young finger painters; welcoming back next Spring.
Red streaks run across the locked canvas.
Tears of anguish widen and elongate both vertical
and horizontal lines.
Is it the lives spilled out on city streets?
Green blades of eternal renewal is the painters last
stroke.
The beau idéal of art commemorates Frida Kahlo's
Habitual self-portraits donning Mexican dahlia halos
Worshiped feminist by LGBTQ & Chicano cult artsy
Wife of master mural painter both activists in leftist party
dawn sky for painters
bright blue skies and bleak gray woods
distant conspire scheme
glistening sunshine
illuminates the wide space
crimson rubber pipe
winter leaf debris
respiring in forming lake
Wheels flood the walkers
Framed art
On the wall
I see a mistake
Take it down and redo it
Glad I am a painter
Feel sorry for non-painters today
Fixing art is no biggie for me.
Wouldn’t she look better in a red dress?
I take the next piece of art down
And run with it to my studio
Hope may wane
and wishes fade
but art forever keeps
Dawn till dusk
till dawn again
incessance buried deep
Sculptors sculpt
and painters paint
as writers seize the day
Creation’s bridge
its toll insures
—tomorrow’s yesterday
(The New Room: September, 2023)
Let the moon be our friend
Let us smile at noon
And when the rainbow color blooms
Let us be painters with brushes
Lining its line of colors
A shade brighter here
A shade brighter there
Let us paint with the moon
Let us paint together
Brightly and smiling
Let us paint
You and I…
Poets have tried to capture the essence of her splendor.
The artist's hands have worked hard to convey her sensuous beauty.
Like the painters canvas, man's view of her remains distorted.
Neither page nor canvas could contain the complexities of
God's most provocative creation...Woman.
Whimsical wishes for springtime fun
Eager to tan my skin in the yellow sun
Emerald kite bounces beneath blue sky
Kissing white clouds as red birds fly by
Elegant art of painters poets photographers
Nuanced views in pretty pictures and words
Dancing on pupils and in every ear heard
Bouquet of the West,
It's not easy to pass.
Flower of the desert,
Ruthless rout of the grass.
Painters see the art
In rolling mass of spheres.
Fortress of the desert
Where stout sagebrush appears.
A deer's dainty feet
Will find a way to pass,
To walk through desert sagebrush,
Sole welcomed to trespass
Having no colour honour or even humour
such a shame on you
liking glamour honour and favour just for weddings
and there the colourist painters
anaemic thoughts let us not be paralysed by our difference
like in the aeroplanes above
we do both now travel
and dream of the Broadway theatres
(lettuce keep our connexion)
Dawn of spring,
Birds on green trees,
Gardens are blooming
Smiles and babies;
Noon of summer,
Sunshine in blue skies,
Brides are smiling
Love and ceremonies;
Sunset of autumn,
Painters near the sea,
Colors are falling
Silver and memories;
Night of winter,
Darkness in the city,
Smoke is rising
Tears and stories.