Short Picturing Poems
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Prolific,persistent
intense and obtuse:
Hallucinatory voices
filled this recluse.
Ed had painted a dream
picturing nature's scream
Jean Francois Millet ,a realist
picturing peasants ,did not desist
Quiet time prayer 'The Angelus'*
more evangelical than strict religious
Amsterdam's Paulus Potter
picturing cattle*no-one was hotter
An expert also at Still Life
a genre at the time most rife
*https://www.wga.hu/html_m/p/potter/paulus/y_bull.html
Are you wearing black?
Yes it’s a funeral I know
But underneath the garb
Is that all black also?
No, it’s not irreverent
Picturing you in lacy black
There was no bigger letch
Than your dead uncle Jack
When I don’t feel like smiling.
Just picturing your smile,
Makes me happy.
When I’m having a bad day.
Just hearing your voice,
Makes all the bad go away.
Being around you.
Being in your arms,
Makes me so happy.
Noise bangs into my ear
My foot taps to the beat my eyes
Close I drift away following
The sound picturing every moment
As a word passes through my mind as
The song comes to an end my eyes
Flicker back to the realty I left behind.
Form:
He swallowed my heart with a greedy smile
and the world began to bend
Although I sensed an emptiness
He swore he was my friend
So I parted with a sigh
and He smiled to himself
while picturing my timid heart
upon his trophy shelf
Wettened by the morning dew
Closely spaced where rows of roses grew
Footprints stained the cobblestone
Where my love and I had walked, alone
Picturing us hand in hand
Walking slowly, stopping just to stand
Sharing love with our sweet kiss
Harkens back fond memories of bliss
It’s the mind creating a painting flowing through your thoughts,
picturing images with tone, rhythm and balance.
A unique way of expressing you inner mind written into words,
capturing the minds of others creating a connection through sight,
Inspiring and stimulating their minds into deep thought.
Often alone
in midst of people
picturing you
being pleased
pleasing me
in love with you
defeat in victory
remaining loyal to my killer...
Fire woman
lightning in my sky
shooting star
Juliet, Guinevere and Eloise
you are you
burning ember
funereal pyre
love is fire
without hurting...
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False realities stained in glass.
Never picturing the fragments.
The cracks,
bruises,
scars.
Only the outside,
reflected.
Small smiles.
Eyelashes painted in thick, dark beauty.
Eyes glimmering with hope
and with tears.
For every time hurt, a glance avoided.
Fear the mirror itself will crack.
As she does.
Warlike streams of rage flow through me.
I am primed and ready for whatever else they have in mind.
On the edge of my seat, waiting.
Hoping they will try something.
Picturing myself leaping on their shoulders
And biting off their ears.
Praying they will show back up.
We are all probably lucky that they do not.
Writing in the dark.
Thinking as I fall asleep,
Imagining how it could all be.
Writing in the daylight.
Contemplating my identity.
Picturing all of whom is me.
Writing in these empty diaries.
Feeling my emotionality.
Reflecting how it all is for me.
Writing in these pages.
Wondering about things too many.
To think of you always.
Do you think of me too?
Wondering where you are.
Do you wonder of me?
Picturing your face, every-
time I close my eyes.
Do you see me too?
Not being able to give anyone
my heart, because it already
belongs to you.
What of yours?
Have you given it to someone?
Or does it still belong to me?
Form:
the surface it shimmers
& sparks in the sun
but as i'm picturing depths,
walls of protections & flesh
undone
i wonder,
to toss aside the time tested knowledge
in favor of a newer,
seeming sweeter
flavor
would i find the truth of it,
the heart, the flesh, the pit
to be the same
as in all things that carry a seed?
My life revolves around
Heart breaks, Long goodbyes
And way to many sleepless nights
My heart breaks
Every time I take a breath
And I’m still standing here alone
My hands shake
Every time you turn away
And I am forced to let you go
My mind keeps
Me from drifting off to sleep
Just by picturing you here next to me
I have tried taking a picture of things,
without picturing it; clicking a button,
and stopping time for a moment,
in a coiled film.
I enter a faint, red-lit room,
carefully lay down the films,
and watch the paused moments
come to reality.
Deep inside the photographs,
I see myself looking for a picture
I would want to live gazing at,
in my lifetime...
I sit and wonder why.
Why, is it that I can't find you?
I am picturing what you look like.
Blond hair and blue eyes.
You are the perfect love for me.
Why is it, I see you everyday, and I can never reach you.
To tell you how I feel?
Hope for the perfect love.
That is all that I can do.
I pray that one day you will come to me.
Because you are the perfect love.
I'm caramel, gooey and sometimes saucy.
Sweet but sometimes salty.
Everybody knows it ~ not sure if you do
I'm still figuring out what you are
because once I've seen your prickly side
I keep picturing you as jalapeno
To be quite honest ~ I can't help but think
we might not be the ideal combination
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
I’ll sleep alone tonight, pressed into the sheets
with my hand underneath, an attempt to cover up
my lost and lonely fingers,
reaching for a touch that never so much as lingered on my skin.
I’ll look toward the glass and trace the moon with my stare,
gaze carried by the whisper of your voice through motion,
skin over sheets.
Picturing memorized daydreams
and you are half a world away.
RANDOM CREATIVITY
flair
in
configuration
brings
unrivalled
spontaneity
compose
exposition
in
practice
originality
design
with
dexterity
modality
then
depicts
art
innovation
so
authentic
picturing
graphics
so
effusive
contagion
accidentally
lifelike
&sentimental
translates
to
the
romantic
I wake up in the morning
to await your friendly loving words
remembering our conversations
brings a ready smile to my lips
spend my nights dreaming
in pleasant repose
things to do
days keep me busy
but ever in my thoughts you rest
picturing your smile
lifts my heart
thank you for showing me
that love can be found
in the unlikeliest of places
and reside in one
who is not worthy
Form gained in the absence of space,
like picturing a stick with one end.
Matter and time to create and embrace—
origin scarcely to comprehend.
Innumerable cities of dazzling stars,
setting aglow endless deep.
Sapphire dot in the void we call ours—
adrift in the universe, our secret to keep.
Date: July 1, 2019
Contest: The Universe Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
This eternity is killing me
Sleeping lets time pass
Still no dreams, only a clear canvas
Waiting the touch of a line, a shape, by my hand
I lost colors throughout the day
Left with white
Picturing a dream I can only see
Lost by the stage of awakening
If I sleep and not in the least wake up
Will I be capable of retrieving my colors and paint a sublime dream?
I don't mind, I have the time
Form:
As I search through the centuries
exploring ancient dynasties
This idea is sown in my head
To see the lives they led, instead
of records, names and dates and times
Imagining their storylines
Dreaming of their loves and sorrows
Picturing long gone tomorrows
8x8 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: PS Awtry
Date: 8th November 2018
4th placement
Contest ALL YOURS (Jan 22)
Sponsor Brian Strand
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