Strokes Poems - Poems about Strokes

SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH 2019 THRU 2020 COVID COUNTRY TWO STROKES AN ANUERYSM BLESSED NEVER ALONE

COPING HEALING SUFFERING MY ILLNESSES HAD BEGUN TO TAKE THEIR TOLLS TRYING TIMES MY BEAUTIFUL HUSBAND AND I VOLUNTEERING FAITHFULLY WITH OUR VETERANS FAMILY ATTENDING OUR PTSD GROUPS MOVE PROGRAM HEALTHY EATING WITH OUR VETERANS I SIMPLY ADORED THANK GOD WE HAD A LITTLE LOFT OUTSIDE MEMORIAL CLOSE TO USF AND ALL OUR APPOINTMENTS WHEN

Life and death in the strokes of the keys

Reading past writings

With lack of recognition..

What prompted the rising

Of those words..?

Many seem strange indeed

Words rising and gone

Life and death in the 

Strokes of the keys...

Where My Brush Strokes Linger

I woke trembling on the threshold of dawn 
as dappled sunlight through my window shone 
Upon my primed canvas there had been drawn 
a masculine image with finely chiseled cheekbones

What virile fantasy had I born while in flight 
for my hand to have created such a dashing face 
In stippled darkness of my dream-filled night,

Bold Strokes

In October, I feel a nip in the air,
that frosts my breath like contrails of smoke;
as gilded leaves start falling from the trees.
Overhead, a gaggle of honking geese
are fleeing Winter's approach; 
joining the songbirds that have migrated south. 
The leaves are painted in thick, bold strokes
of yellow, scarlet, fuchsia, gold and orange;
inked by Jack Frost,
and

Brush Strokes

Each brush stroke on the canvas
marks a moment in time
the artist left behind.
A fragment of thought expressed in 
a line, a trace, 
a spot, a dab, 
a splash, a splotch,
a daub by palette knife impasto.
The brush a fleeting hand
expressing the artists
shade and light, color and flare,
texture and shape in composition.
It marks the way the artist

Brush Strokes

Brush Strokes 

…

The canvas of fate,
Wind strokes of the brush create a straight.
The vibrant hues blend seamlessly strait,
Each stroke represents a chapter of my state.

An empty canvas representing my soul.
Full of dark void and hole.
Hues of the future dole,
Sudden colors I've never seen before began to appear on the palete as a whole.

Stopped at my

Different strokes

(Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life)

What does humanity want from life, it’s puzzling to know
Peace signs, Daisy cutters, find Jesus in the afterglow 
Seek out seventy two virgins, priming fuses to blow?
Come together in jannah, with a godlike libido

Write painstaking poetry, devoid of human ego
Kill every known disease, have a

100 Strokes

At the end of the day
With the chores all done,
The children cleaned
And put to bed.
My mother sat and brushed her hair.

100 strokes of each dark strand.
'til each renewed, the brush laid down.
Her hair glowed and was her crown.

Her hands were worn and each did bare
The many jobs her hands performed.
From kneading bread, to kneeling down.
Clasped

With a Few Strokes of the Pen

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Brush Strokes

It's said there's magic to be found in the joy of innocence
and giving credence to the possibility there is a paradise.
I think that holds true when life's canvas is primed, ready
to be painted with the skillful brush strokes of an artful hand.

Life is like a painting, blending colors of autumn's leaves,
soft shades of amber, sienna,

Family Strokes

1.The dogma of atheist does not contain any stance
(positive nor negative)about any form of incest.
about pig eating,about swine soup,about fried frogs,
about consensual gaang baang etcetera.
2.Moreover,most atheists do not customarily condemn 
the very practices that religion condemns, 
for example,idolatry,adultery,and homosexuality.
3.Atheists do not constitute a cohesive or powerful group.
4.They argued that as long as sex is between

Soft Spoken Strokes

Several
soft spoken
strokes grazing against
the cool
contented
crest
winsomely
woven with
withering white.
Nurturing a
newborn
ambition
for light.
That boldly
begins burning
out it’s passionate
pale plume
of a plea .
Which is
always seen
reaching out
towards an
reluctant
royal reverie .
Whom is
too afraid to
walk amongst reality .

Word Strokes

Nestled woodland, leaves on line,
   thick, straight, and curving.
Mounded upland, forms eternal,
   Rounded, angled, and yielding.

Circled valley, meadows, fields,
   shapes, and pathways winding.
Seasons quartered, warm and cool,
   rust and mustards flying.

Upward outward, textured daybreak,
   quiet breezes low:
Close encounter, canvas earth,
   to view, to

Brush Strokes

Brush strokes on paintings
Is a lot like life
Each one has a
Different meaning
Light strokes mean just wanting fun
Heavy strokes mean desire to have

Different Strokes

In final exams scored zero:
Who drives The Cleanest Pajero;
The Guys ahead of him in class
Aware he is of Upper Class:
Enjoying financial morning
But after exams mourning...

Todd could with The Law have a brush
And a cop to hospital rush:
Bodyguards with exploding shots,
Richly paid but in agreed shorts...

Wishing to be like Todd A Gross:
Those who'd guessed they couldn't

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