Short Sketching Poems
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bone-chilling cold winds
blowing over frosty panes
nature’s sketching pad
written December 7, 2021
satin- framed pictures hang on glassy walls sketching lines of death’s face.
Monoku or ONE LINE poem #3 (old/new)
Contest sponsored by PD Linda
Arty stuff No 6
That renaissance-ish artist Raphael,
Was sketching while sat in a gale,
A gust took his pad
Which made him quite sad,
As his subject was Jonahs' great whale!
stretch artist, A. Modigliani amplifies
sketching curvilinear bodies, weak eyes
his far-fetching figures still mystify us
despite his premature death to meningitis.
May 10, 2022
John Constable’s painting The Hay Wain
given gold medal by Charles X
inspired by villages, churches,
he was a brilliant fine arts painter
from East Bergholt
who took sketching trips
Disappearing Picture Print- A Didactic Cinquain
Picture
Composite, vivid
Puzzling, envisioning, sketching
Ever so composite
Gone
2/21/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
I adore sketching birds and flowers
spending long hours on the details.
Colored pencils give life,
and leafy backgrounds too.
A nice calm hobby
to pass the day.
Love to show
my friends
too !
a playground's absence,
the invisible angel
sketching burns they walk;
laughing cheeks run fallen salt;
winter is dead in the streets
partially inspired by a contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud
The Art of Peace
Drawing lines that join two sides with arches sketching pen and ink perspectives.
7-10-22
Contest: The Art of Peace
Sponsor: John Lawless
Syllables checked with www.howmanysyllables
SYMBOLIC ALLUSION
observing
sketching
endlessly
fascinated
&
reflecting
legible
lighting
fashioned
&
arresting
conscious
elaboration
in
visual
gilding
intricacy
standing
pale
Think I'll get back to sketching famous people
When they autograph my drawings it's a really big deal
My success rate's way up there
Much more than my share
Twelve hundred last time, that was totally surreal
back from the trip
sketching poeming
in the land of the
ruined temples
silent non barking dogs
old tricycle travels
smiling people no watches
dogs black red white brown
in the streets meditative
non barking i miss them
Form:
Sea
Dreamy, smiley
Painting, sculpting, sketching
Mirror, diamond, gleam, deep
Roaring, raging, fascinating
Horrible, vicious
Ocean
+++
November 10, 2014
Form: DiAMONTE
Fourth Place win
Thinking of war, engaged in Ukraine; now so sore
Remembering ww 2, Hitlers outfit brand Shiny new'
Well he had preped, the world then his target.'
So would not putin? of his attack no disputing
Have for world capture, not done exactly the same?
Think I'll get back to sketching famous people
When they autograph my drawings it's a really big deal
My success rate's way up there
Much more than my share
Twelve hundred last time, that was totally surreal
© Jack Ellison 2015
#1
fate's fickle fingers
tease the silence of a pond -
a butterfly's wings
#2
stillness in shadow
sketching a silent sunrise -
airbrushed perfection
#3
leaf and feather dance
direction of unseen wand -
woodwind symphony
John G. Lawless
5/8/2020
meditative dogs of
striped freedom
bark not here
neither run or pant
i dont see a tongue
hanging ever
no co;;ars or chains
dont even run
they are floating in
slow motion
i am sketching them
vigorously
under the old oak tree
she is counting the
leaves i guess
Form:
Across the damp,
white sand,
the bamboo's noonday
shadow
pencils thin, quivering
strokes,
sketching artwork
on a cloud,
pebbles and shells, tints
and hues,
gold dust on a silken,
bridal shroud.
There are people I once knew
Sketching unexpected stories behind the portrait I drew
I'd like to erase them for it's not necessary
And all I could say is sorry
But before I do,
I looked at it once more
I no longer see a simple portrait
but a higher form of art-- expensive; no one can afford.
I have longed for you since I saw you on the stairs.
Your perpetual smile, your posture of knowledge.
Although the years gone by.
I’ve yet to meet a soul, one that I could embrace.
Yet your smile, your earthly green eyes.
It’s like I could sketch you easily.
Never to forget
Your portrait lay finished.
Now I await.
Kicking up my feet, as pushing this pad unto the side while
Gazing beyound tomorrows glass; her window within my mind ?
No need for fantasia nor fantastical dreams; when reality thus awaits
In truth, to claim love's crown; sketching her beauty's place; a mist..
About the pane; fingers tracing, warm thoughts and she afore these eyes.
Form:
Green lush of green
lush green is green
a leaf of language
a branch of word
a flagstone steps
Heart of the earth is free,
white flowers
Clean heart,
fine arts literature
sketching art
arable land
planting gratitude
Green is nature
cool breeze
citing cloud
loyal heart
clarity of thinking
for the future!
Let me
O love, to love
With my heart, throng with love
When life, sketching shades of sundown
Kiss me..
Once more sit side by side my bed
With tears, I'll clean my eyes
And trace echoes,
Let me
Honorable Mention in STRAND PICK G,ANY THEME,ANY FORM Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
A rush of blood to my fingertips and I am writing you,
sketching your lips in the shapes of letters.
The commas become your eyelashes,
S becomes your hip,
T, your face,
periods become our kisses;
shallow white bones in cursive strokes.
I write you down to forget you.
This is the only way I know how to erase you.
Grackles snap at the thin snow
seeking frozen worms.
Balloons of light pop in a chill sky.
A marmalade cat sneaks the hedgerow
fur low in the snow whiskers sparkling.
Hawk cries grab our attention
high up we are spotted, some targeted.
Grackles, cat, and the shadow of my coat
scatter sideways sketching frost-ghosts
on warm breaths.