Sketch Pad Poems - Poems about Sketch Pad

...Golden dewdrop spread on gray window sill, warm rays from the summer sunburst at will, sprightly cheep from high flier mourning bird, pulsating heart aroused by what I heard Gorgeous is an adj......Read the rest...

...Darkness, shadows, raining, storming. I liked to pretend I perfectly crafted these bleak, tired ideas. When I was a stupid kid. As if no one has ever drawn a picture in pencil, so that there......Read the rest...

...Warm nights I sit drawing innuendo, kicking my feet I hold a white sketch pad; How in the world are you oblivious to the soft strokes I indulge with my pen? Look at my hands realize how they fl......Read the rest...

...In 1958 we saw the end of an era. Mused the Curtiss Wright scholar. he told a crowd of people that an America that didn't trust in the newness of creativity would see a day were only exterior ma......Read the rest...

...My sketch pad poetry describes today a hidden gem tucked away, Entangled vines twisted throughout, Broken tree limbs and shattered windows scattered about, Where woodland animals now seek food eac......Read the rest...

...Poetry is a sketch pad, You can write what you feel or see, You can pen about a single flower, Or maybe about your pajamas that are comfy. My sketch pad has a lone maple leaf today, That float......Read the rest...

...Once upon a time there was a prince his name was Aaron most of all he loved to draw he’d get his ideas from both day and and night dreams as well as trips in nature he’d look up at the ......Read the rest...

...Sketch pad Curious lad Words taste bad Mind map Siesta nap Step by step Word wit In odd fit Strange fine bits Notes rhyme In word mime Strange new chimes Quotes ply A fon......Read the rest...

...The past scampers out of view. Like the paw prints of a cat running to the bush. The wheel of time follows no straight line. As we sometimes trace back over the lines. In the recesses of our min......Read the rest...

...I am Charlie Je suis Charlie I laugh at myself I laugh at the world I mock you with love I love to contemplate I love for humanity to think There are no limits to freedom of expression As......Read the rest...

...i dreamt i moved into a apartment with an old brick wall and its decaying face the old light hanging from a thread swings on the open breeze from the window time seems to slow down to a crawl ......Read the rest...

...Greasy film, touch like silk, glides across my sketch pad, before it's time to have a nap, bright, bright pastels, etched across my nostrils, in such fluorescent colours, I can do no other, oil paste......Read the rest...

...Looking around, trying to find something of interest. The clock on the wall, mocks me, "Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, find something to do" I'm trying! No one has replied to my texts. ......Read the rest...

...Before bed, she breaks each charcoal pencil tip to different lengths and sketches a roving wonder drenched in grey Ferns in spirals and curling such become a bloom of hair to hide the eye, the ......Read the rest...