Short Portraiture Poems
Short Portraiture Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Portraiture by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Portraiture by length and keyword.
Nicholas Hillyarde
in portraiture was quite a card
Lines without shadowing his thing
to miniaturists selfies he did bring
John F Franks was self-aught
his still life is still well sought
Also known forhis portraiture
two popular genre for sure
US artist Chuck Close
pixelated the form he loved most
known for photorealist mosaic guile
creating his unique portraiture style
Painer John Singleton Copley
slow earnest,self-taught you see
From an immigrant so poor
to successwith portraiture*
*https://www.johnsingletoncopley.org/
Rembrandt's portraiture made him great wealth
unfortunately that was not good for his health
He spent unwisely& never could save
ending up sadly,dead,in a poor mans' grave
One impression,to another
led this novice to discover
Expressions,abstracts,old and new,
a closer lens helped change my view;
Taste and see
&curiosity,
helped me,to be me.
Brushed in days, with most allure
In Summer portraiture
Blazingly shone, if shade-flecked.
Brightsome smiled, if shy-hid!
Therein as their main subject
On that does most reflect
New love, God. For that yet dried is
Was as sweet-lodged amid?
Witty Will from London town
With his art acted the clown
They said he could not paint flesh or blood-
His 'Shrimp Girl' disproves this lie
When he gave portraiture a try.
Tribute-William Hogarth 1687-1764
http://www.abcgallery.com/H/hogarth/hogarth32.html
PORTRAITURE
an inviting
presence
hovering
mysterious
freed
from
the past
peculiarly
alive
with
a nearness
beginning
gently
to emerge
the
unfamiliar
at a crossroads
on the outskirts
arriving
this counterpart
ever changing
without
knowing
evidently
recognisable
sonorous
&relaxed
glazed
faraway faces
inventive
elongated elegance
legendary
like-life
portraiture
studies
in the contemplative
characterised facsimilies
posed postures
the attractive
decorative
memorable
unclassifiable
in
linear depictions
this is
what he sees
.
Let me ruminate a minute
and pose
for the portraiture
The sylph
whisking about me
in my dreams
fluttering about
She kissed me
on my cheek
she put a mirror to
my face
Yes it was I with auburn
hair
with auburn beard
Remember when I focused...
on that grey
May you grace the shores of Eternity
And upon Life's waiting seas
Cast a dreadnought...
May sunstruck vistas embrace you
As their son and brother
As the beautiful doings of your soul
Surpass that glorious portraiture...
For in your deep and brooding eyes
Is the promise of Tomorrow,
And all the dreams and hopes
Of a thosand generations
Dance within them.
I believe in that...I believe in you.
We're all an energetic force
maintaining it is the source
We're not made to be weary
reach down wow that's synergy
Our thoughts can wear us down
turn this rumination around
Let that light flow through
our body and mind in view
Tepid temperature is the ticket
as the water flows through a spigot
So wrap your heart around spirituality
and let its flood shape to bilaterally
This is my ethereal prophetic nature
do these things and ride on this portraiture
Embracing the countryside
Made some ecstatic and glee
But one feature in particular
Was that old coniferous tree
‘Conifer,’ a Latin word
Means one that bears a cone
But did Nero study the outdoors
When he was in charge of Rome?
One Emperor’s word against another
The other, Mother Nature
A lovely scene along the hills
Was better than portraiture
The gentle breeze juxtaposed against
The needle pinaceae
But with their sheer beauty alone
Would make one want to stay