Short Sketchbook Poems

Short Sketchbook Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sketchbook by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sketchbook by length and keyword.


Premium Member a HAIGA from my sketchbook

footsteps in the streets - echos of distant youth
I think so I paint, I imagine and pen- mix in a hiku to make a haiga-like zen
Form: Ekphrasis


Premium Member In My Sketchbook

waka,tanka,yugen
elegant poem-songs to pen

haiga,wenren,haiku
multi-talents to read or view

renga,haikai,haibun
light or long,poetry-prose can be fun

senryu,kigo kireji
the cutting word..is the key
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Muse Enthused

She screams me awake; no rest tonight. I arise, rub my bleary eyes Grabbing pencil and sketchbook, She pours onto the page And I am amazed That is so cool Wish I could Have done That.
Form: Nonet

Illumination

a
 poem
 of
 light
 hallowed
 heightens
 the
 morning
 sun
 making
 love's delight
 a bumblebee
 in purple
 clover
 a
 cloud drift
 of spring geese
 or long
 notes
 of marsh
 wrens




(Published Sketchbook - July/August 2011)
Form: Shape

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Premium Member Did you know what he was planning to do

Was Leroy distracted, distressed or distraught?
Paul has no answers.
He is sixteen, and in shock.
Leroy had been his best friend.

Leroy’s parents persist their questioning.
Did you know what he was planning to do?
Paul is horrified.
Leroy had given him his sketchbook.

He had not realized.

Sunny Moon

Into my yoga room she came with a half moon
The sun burnt it, she said
For the moon dared to show in the afternoon
Her distress equalled the moons
Her tears, when they came, could fill a water balloon
I distract her with pictures in cartoons
Of animals and birds cooling down in the monsoon
Just then raindrops fell on her sketchbook
Filling her teacup with rain, I hand out a spoon
Thus, she stopped crying for the moon.
Form: Bio

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