Strokes Poems - Poems about Strokes

... give me strayed lines, dilated pupils I'm at one with our eye to eye moment let me brush my hair out of my face... to look at you I'm painted in ink, unchangeable more or less wholly drawn ......Read the rest...

...It's a sad sad day when a mother's attention sways from her Little daughter swimming To a social media prison I kid not these are indeed the last days I look left and right I can't say I'm amaz......Read the rest...

...Setting up my YouTube channel is a nightmare As I’m techy challenged and want to swear But you poetry soupers have inspired me To grow and take strokes in social media sea It’s pretty basic not ......Read the rest...

...My heart strokes the strings of memories, utterly sublime. Alpine trees echo enticing chants to welcome me there. Whirling in spirited hurry, now free from all worry. Anticipation is eng......Read the rest...

... May we be blessed to understand how we are all artists as well as canvases…incomplete How we paint a little of ourselves on everyone we meet And how everyone we meet… paints a little of them......Read the rest...

... Time strokes the wrinkled canvas, the ancient spider in twilight hour weaves the senility web, the empty eyes wander in the wasteland. The hedonist psyche refuses to gauge the grief of l......Read the rest...

... I first scoped your ass then moved up your chest staring, my thoughts so clear It could touch your breasts. My heart pulsated as with rhythmic muse you were naked ......Read the rest...

...My mind is stripped of crippling inhibitions It rummages, unfettered with mundane thoughts delving along beveled edges of a distorted mirror as though it sees inside my sutured heart In its scarr......Read the rest...

...Narcolepsy takes over during the day as my brain fights to stay awake drifting off into deep sleep rather on a bus school doctors office in public places this disease is very disturbing emerging from......Read the rest...

... I think about nothingness mostly these days My nothingness is not foggy and mystic Not demanding about the attires, undone Still dumped in the bucket, for reasons, not aligned in chorus All I......Read the rest...

...if I am unwell bring me parchment where I lie if I do not answer put a quill in my hand my lines will speak for me the ink will form the thoughts from emotions that fill my head I beg you deci......Read the rest...

...She wrote her sorrow on her face For everyone to see her locked case. She paints her pain in a portrait so stark A piece with strokes that leave a mark. In her eyes, you see a ghost A history ......Read the rest...

... So, who am I? A woman with a soul that honors God- and feeds my artful role. Creativeness set in from a young start to capture life through poetry and art; with vivid words or stro......Read the rest...

...If I sought to understand the essence of a culture, perhaps my own, And considered this understanding a lifelong quest, I would first turn my gaze toward the realms where poetry lives, For in the ......Read the rest...

...The goddesses made art when they made you, they perfected their strokes. They tenderly painted your eyes, They made you the moon textured by the scars on your thighs. They must have thought of ......Read the rest...