Short Self Portrait Poems
Short Self Portrait Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Self Portrait by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Self Portrait by length and keyword.
"Self Portrait"
My Picasso pro
Boscis only
Knows
Pinocchio
Lighthearted
Lies laying in cubis
Tic
Isms
Of truth
light won't reach my eyes...
for where my eyes carry me
light isn't born yet...
i'm only a wanderer
among dry unspoken words...
Head rearing,
Two windows peering,
Blue curtains closed, dreaming.
Ruby door seeking,
Pearly interior beaming,
From it, poetry teeming.
An artist of some skill was Vermeer
yet did his self-portrait from the rear
Please note though,the interior windows
small lattice,not bows
The master artist polymath Leonardo
the self-portrait to him,a no-no
The search goes on for us to see
& fame awaits the finder of his selfie
“self portrait”
correct
me if i’m
wrong but
my mirrored
right is your left
so if i was van
Gogh it was
my left not
my right
ear
lobe
experience expressed in a recent self portrait
Note: Spectacle free ( first time since 22 ) so a new SP of me for PS & thee
What you want to know
you shall find just by looking
questions cause self doubt
peeling back the layers
you expose my inner self
souls truth shines like light
Germany's Phillip Otto Runge
absorbed art colours like sponge
Died too young at 33
here is a SP *for you to see
*https://www.wikiart.org/en/philipp-otto-runge/self-portrait-1803
He is wizened, shackled to the horde,
Trifle deaf, he would loiter use mordacious words,
Owned cartridge of film that would elicit laughter.
06/04/2017
Contest: eight word contest.
The
self
portrait-
reflected
mirror of the mind
So many to look at just google the artist and words self portrait eg here is Joan Miro's
http://www.abcgallery.com/M/miro/miro20.html
A paper lantern of a girl;
Dim halo hazy, stitched thin by needlework.
A precision seamstress of darker dreams--
Freedom is a luxury, not
A privilege.
"Lanterns"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith
I present to you my self portrait painted in poetry
The lines of my soul decorated in ink
The haunted melody of my heart dancing throughout these words on scattered pages
Please see me for who I am
Behold, in life’s self-portrait I daresay
how youth and beauty alas fade away.
But as my time so increase
I will paint my masterpiece
and not a picture of Dorian Gray!
Written: November 2015
Van Eyck with forename Jan
was a portrait painting man
He was also artist cum diplomat
famed for 'man in a red turbanned hat'*
*https://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/paintings/jan-van-eyck-portrait-of-a-man-self-portrait
A stone; a grey stone,
Cut roughly square
Neither rough nor smooth
Chunky but nothing sharp
Damp
Cold
Covered in a thin film of chalky brown clay
Turning
Floating
Alone in a dark space.
© Barry Freeman – June 2019
BIO by BRIAN STRAND
not
a reflection
or
a picture of perfection
So,what is my goal?
merely a sur-real
glance
into the looking-glass
of
my soul
with id & ego
on show
My hair is as the chestnut,
My eyes are china blue.
To a radish I am ancient;
To a tree I'm scarcely new.
I am tall and I am slender,
Both intelligent and nice--
Till I affix a picture fair,
May this portrait well suffice.
Look
deep
within,
face to face-
experience grace
Inspired by Kathe kollwiotz' Self portrait',she painted over 50 in various media(see link for
more)
http://www.spaightwoodgalleries.com/Pages/Kollwitz_self_portraits.html
Nuremburg 's Albrecht Durer was ever in debt
&over his appearance often did fret
His long locks were the apex of taste
so a 'selfie' * an opportunity notl to waste
*https://www.wikiart.org/en/albrecht-durer/self-portrait-1498
DYING PROPHET
I am writing the poem of dying prophet
Painting the self-portrait of a man without pocket
Singing the songs of singer dreaming about profit
Don't you see the fallen stars from the sky of rocket
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Orlando April 12, 2016
...a self-portrait
I made thirteen but then I froze
and now I'm fifty-five,
my inner child is still right here
it's stuck inside alive,
surviving, there may still be time
to cultivate the brat,
to show him just the hell who's boss
and pin him to the mat!
...a self-portrait
I made thirteen and then I froze
although I'm fifty-five,
my inner child is still right here
it's stuck inside alive,
surviving, there may still be time
to cultivate the brat,
to show him just the hell who's boss
and pin him to the mat!
...a self-portrait
I made thirteen and then I froze
although I'm fifty-five,
my inner child is still right here
it's stuck inside alive,
surviving, there may still be time
to cultivate the brat,
to show him just the hell who's boss
and pin him to the mat!
...a self-portrait
I made thirteen and then I froze
although I'm sixty-five,
my inner child is still right here
it's stuck inside alive,
surviving, there may still be time
to cultivate the brat,
to show him just the hell who's boss
and pin him to the mat!