Short Vincent Van Gogh Poems
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Vincent van Gogh colourist
often with yellowed orange did insist
In manic depressive mood swings
this painting* was his last fling
the girls were all gooey eyed over him
he was a handsome man with ginger hair
an artist, living his own truths
reckless, fearless, a bad boy
Vincent van Gogh
Arty stuff No 9
An impressionist called Vincent van Gogh
Developed a bit of a cough,
Whilst shaving one morning
He coughed without warning
And THAT'S how he cut his ear off!!
Here lies a true genius Vincent Van Gogh
Severed his left ear why we'll never know
Sight of the swirl stars always drew him dream
Behind asylum bars view morning beam
4/13/2019
Today I’m thankful for the stars and the words of Vincent Van Gogh
(I hold these in high esteem)
For my part I know nothing of any certainty
but the sight of stars makes me dream.
Inspired by the Painting of Vincent Van Gogh
"Fishing Boats On The Beach at Les Saintes"
sky stunning sapphire, sand spectacular amber, sail-boats snoozing snug...
Slashed
across
the surface-
diagonals
in
a
curtain
of black,white
and violet
strokes
Rain,Auvres Van Gogh
http://en.easyart.com/art-prints/Vincent-Van-Gogh/Rain-at-Auvers-15656.html
Today I’m grateful for the variety of the colors in all of us
and in this beautifully colorful world in which we dwell…
as Vincent Van Gogh observed:
One can speak poetry
just by arranging colors well.
Painting: Adeline Ravoux by Vincent Van Gogh
who can comprehend my emptiness (she asks) i can (says the artist)
written 17 July 2023
Van Gogh Monoku Poetry Contest
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VINCENT VAN GOGH COMES CALLING FOR CHRISTMAS
V.V.G. was broke again
On his way to feast with mother
Wrapped up his ear
As gift for brother
done everything in all the leaps i have done
best leap i have ever done vincent van gogh
to put right what once went wrong
is my mission
the one i.m in now is you
the most interesting one because there is no record
of his existence
no one wants him to live.
from beyond his
vibrant palette
that bore all his
lifelong scars
is what I see
beneath his sky
and myriad
of stars
a scene of shades
and silhouettes
formed by the
yellow light
that hints at
The Last Supper
at that café
in the night?
I dreamed I was in Café Terrace with Toulouse-Lautrec.
We were downing glass after glass of orange triple sec.
And quite drunk, he muttered something that shocked me so ~
he slurred he'd eaten the ear of Vincent van Gogh!
And I jolted awake ~ sunflower bedsheet wrung around my neck.
He remembers times with her.
Sharing moments alone in,
the cafe terrace at night.
Not too long ago.
The Cafe Terrace At Night.
Vincent Van Gogh
For the "Famous Art" contest.
http://artsunlight.com/artist-NV/N-V0002-Vincent-Van-Gogh/N-V0002-0019-cafe-terrace-on-the-place-du-forum-cafe-terrace-at-night.html
Vincent Willem van Gogh
Vincent van Gogh—a genius artist par excellence
As most famously he was known to all,
Whilst mired deep in shades of a frenzied, frantic confusion
Slices off his left ear he does—faster than he could slice a pear!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 15, 2018 (Clerihew)
When Vincent stumbled home that night through a drizzle of rain ~
what was going on inside that teeming, torturous brain?
Did he blaspheme heaven with every profanity and curse?
Or did he gaze in awe at the stars of his exploding universe,
and try to make of their blue and yellow light a poultice for his pain?
Vincent van Gogh**
Sliced his left ear off
Only one painting did Van Gogh sell -
maybe he didn’t hear the doorbell!
The only painting Van Gogh sold during his lifetime was Red Vineyard at Arles
**Based on the European pronunciation of the name which is Van Goff!
05~30~15
Entered into Premiere contest #11 sponsored by Skat A
Her asylum at Saint-Remy, eighteen-ninety where
Vincent van Gogh with palette as paintbrushes
Cast a vision thus timeless this beauty....
Outside divinities window upon her ledge
In captured their moment yet, no one knew
His love so true ? Henceforth was sought a way
These heart's what light should stay and back..
Unto the future red, ruby shoes; there, which want not wait.
Form:
Autumn
I looked up to see
the day receding from me
and it’s falling leaves.
***
Note:
The 'Alyscamps' is an ancient Roman cemetery founded in the 4th century in Arles, France. Vincent van Gogh was inspired by Japanese woodblock prints, and expressed his feelings about Japanese art in letters he wrote to his brother Theo and fellow artist Paul Gauguin.
never ending walls
No opening to escape
claw marks on the brick
infinite walking
excercise for the sinners
we're carving out hell
three guards stand watching
mocking the lame sufferers
spitting at our feet
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This is for Abe Lopez's Van Gogh's Van Goghs
Title of painting: The Convict Prison
Artist: Vincent Van Gogh
Year:1890
"The Night Café" is the name of a painting by Vincent van Gogh, and I have used the title for my poem.
The lights were on dim
in the Night Café
and we could barely
see the food
Priscilla had crumpets
and her boyfriend had one,
while I had
nothing at all
The lights were on dim
in the Night Café
and we won't
go there again
5/22/2015
Featured poem of the week
2/19/2023
When the heart seeks understanding
When the heart shows true passion
Yet aware, taking the gift of caring
"with a dull ear"
In a distance
The blade glistened
as your package arrived on time
Say they "a madman to degree"
To lose thy hearing for thee!
Yet left behind
a masterpiece
"can you hear me"?
She screamed,
She weeped....
Thanks for mentioning Van Gogh in your write today, John R. ~I did something with it! :)
This building held his dreams.
Its sturdy walls and sloping roof
Contained his hopes and fears.
It nursed him as it stood aloof,
Its doors and windows closed.
The mocking world was kept at bay
And failure mattered less.
His constant allies, night or day,
The floorboards, bricks and beams:
This building safely held his dreams.
For Skat's Picture frame contest
My thoughts on a pic of an old house where Vincent van Gogh had once lived
"How lovely yellow is! It stands for the sun." - Vincent Van Gogh
Yellow is the puddle of sun on the lawn;
Yellow is the dandelion daring to roar.
Yellow are the giggles of children at play
that dust them with gold to last all their days.
Yellow was the color of my Nanna’s front door
where her wide-open arms would wrap me in warmth.
Yellow are daffodils, trumpeting at dawn;
long leaves are yellow, when flowers are gone.
The lights fade but my love stays
Waves flow as your beauty glows
When I stare into your eyes time slows
So I can enjoy the show
Reassuring the love will never go
Your smile must have been made by Vincent van Gogh
Cause it will never outgrow
It makes me warm inside from head to toe
You mean the world to me if you didn't already know
And I will never stop fighting for the gifts that you bestow
3/13/2017