Short Watercolor Poems
Short Watercolor Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Watercolor by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Watercolor by length and keyword.
On the horizon
a multicolored lightshow...
an ocean sunset.
11/17/2015
For the contest, Trashed #4, by Broken Wings
Pardon for fingers
Body painting my fixed face—
Marking up a scene
Of raw phantasms that look
Like they're falling for my tears.
waking on dew
young magnolias rise
from strokes of tinseled light
each bloom becomes a forest --
in watercolor gold
Watercolor fruit
Autumn's imagination
Fragrance in silence
***
May 10, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Colors swim across the page;
Red, blue, yellow, purple, green;
Blend into the background as,
Artist paints a scene.
Autumn skies shepherd
splashes of blazing gold, red
brown watercolor
descending foliage creak
and shudder, respite and waits
11/13/2023
Watercolor sketch
Of a dogwood flower on
Your sun-kissed shoulder
Sangria toned, calls my lips
Regret turns sweetness bitter
July 3, 2017
Watercolor coughs
Madness fashions a smile
A star explodes (a prism)
Into the rented room
Where an unshaven man stares
At old cracks in a plaster
Wall
Wing
from heaven
that the world
ornaments ...
chromatic
bridge
that the sacred
to the profane
turns on...
Surreal Screen,
colorful watercolor
painted over
the planet...!
lord
i
can
still
hear
the
pitter patter
watercolor sounds
that
the
sweet rain make
upon
the ground
made from
the
watercolor rain
while
it
unearth me
towards heaven
The deepest blue sky
overlooks the calm water;
people stop and stare
as a golden masterpiece
emerges from my paintbrush.
For "Blue and Gold" contest sponsored by Rick Parise.
heedless sky above
crystal mirror below
clouds float through
10. Jan . 2022
(Haiku- Basho style)
A Hiku Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Brian Strand.
Windswept
Wildflowers
Wistfully
Welcome
Wide-eyed
Wanderers
With
Watercolor
Warmth
While
Winsome
Winds
Whistle
Waking
Weeping
Willows
Wearily
Wavering
October 24, 2019
Dawn:
pink azaleas on the east horizon –
faded before I could possibly
reach them.
Sunset:
Layers of lavender, saffron,
lilac, tangerine – a watercolor wash
of sunset beyond darkening
trees.
Westward wanderlust,
Wagon waltzes with Winter wine,
White watercolor walleye, windy-wallop.
Wading where wafers wage war,
Where warmth wanes without warning.
Wary whispers; weather will weather, whatnot.
A river holds captive
the baroque colors of trees
that stand guard, honor.
Its joyous flow
travels under the umber bridge
whose reflection
forms an eye, open.
It is a pallette of Autumn,
a watercolor sky.
The parking lot melts into the street,
The congregation walks down
holy steps.
Consecrated earth cries like watercolor,
the dandelions slake
their thirst.
I pray for rain and my mouth
is filled with snow.
From inside looking out my hourglass
I watched as nature painted winter's grass
Entranced from listening to her rhythmic rune
One April watercolor afternoon.
by Daniel Turner
Taken from "Watercolor Afternoon"
autumn's palette
dawning morning
fight
ride golden sun rays'
flaxen horizon
heaven bound
migrating birds
V formation
tranquil redolence
fragrance
dance among tender
watercolor jewels
as their voices
echo
3-3-2024
Colors bleed through the sky
like a perfect watercolor
a spectrum of light
with a brush
a perfect stroke
the rain is the artist
the sky is the canvas
the children gaze in wonder
the adults smile with delight
as the rainbow covers the sky
A dream
unconscious escape
displaying our deepest emotions
illustrations of the soul
fantasies and nightmares
your own interpretation
a canvas absorbing watercolor cans
fallen from the highest shelf
it begins making sense
and then you wake up.
Form:
~
The sunrise serenades
a sleepy distant horizon
in sweet echoed harmonies,
swept softly on a cool breeze
of September’s lingered whispers
across an autumn watercolor sky
singing I love you…
hoping to find your smile
~
My enlarged heart
not bears anomaly ... lives full
of love ....
I'm a convinced cardiac
so I love from the heart
who makes me pulse strongly ...
I live with a festive heart,
full of songs and flowers,
always an opened garden,
a watercolor of colors ...!
Draw me shaded with pencil,
or paint me with oil on canvas.
Then look at the picture,
and let others get the chance to when you’re done,
have even critics by for observation,
they won’t be of the same opinion.
Draw me shaded with pastel,
or paint me with watercolor on paper.
In a cobalt sky,
Embellished with pallid clouds:
Leaden geese fly home.
·
Migration arrow,
Sadly fades before my sight:
Recoiling farewells.
·
The smell of old rain,
A pale past dwells in my soul:
Cycles of my life.
______________
For Brian's Intervals Contest