Van Poems - Poems about Van

The moon speaks in phases the sun a voice of lasers every cloud a picture story -- write me a day, and I’ll paint you a Starry Night....

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Consider the man in the street if you will what's he doing there standing stock-still maybe like the chicken he's crossing the road and half-way over with nothing better to do only slowed to admire the view perhaps he's pushing his luck for remaining stationary no doubt about it he'll be hit by a van car lorry or truck let's hope it's not...

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I happen to take Art classes in oils. My teacher directed me to Van Gogh's Flores: I am not sure what it's called. But I am very impressed with it's colors of yellow, maze and the swirls of a blue vase. It appears that the painting is all swirls. I can't imagine how it was...

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twelve of us he choose to paint sons of Jacob in an earthen jar so sturdy plonked us with vehemence directed by neuronal cells skull protecting scrambled delicacy managed by eyes emitting fire spark piercings fingers reading poverty boats ...

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hiku van Gogh 2 borinage b r e a t h e s on pot a ...

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haiku : van Gogh sunflower souls speak we hail our genius, true sight ~ lucid mind coloured ...

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Star of Utrecht, Anna van Schurman Was not allowed to distract men She had to study behind a curtain Her brilliance wrote history for certain ...

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heart ~ a wild collage of gold-smeared skies pressed within oil-washed layers of breathing melancholy as leaves curled in cashmere greens trace condensed contours between ...

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Don’t look now but there’s the cat from The Cat In The Hat riding on the master's coat tails feeling pretty special resting on his laurels AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Submitted on April 10, 2025 for contest YOUR CHOICE M sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention ...

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famous after death dutch painter van Gogh vincent more often than not to nature did go painted with cheap paints and shadows random lived in poverty, painted as if chased by a phantom cut off his ear, mentally ill, his art utterly ignored till his death, now world famous for his great artistic skill ...

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Her face tilted up, so serene. Marvelling at the vastness of the blue sky As she walks arm in arm With her fiancé, Glowing inside, Basking in the aura of love. Their union, as strong As the tall trees surrounding them. The fragility of life— Two souls walking as one As they tiptoe through the dense maze of flowers, The sea of yellow opens up at...

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Vibrant and radiant life abounds as lovers, sealed around devotion thrive midst nature's care... mindful of paradise blest, blooming, blissful entrusted to their stewardship for functional optimization they both are committed to fulfill since trees and vegetation witnessed... the Creator exhorted them to "Go and multiply."* *Genesis 1:28 And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth,...

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He walks alone in silence as the ghost in his mind wants to come alive Trees and wildflowers at his side, paralleling nature’s balance and symmetrical harmony, as the yellow faces and hollow bodies beam In his wake, he sees a picture painting, caressing his every step along the way Seas of yellow in his harbor peaking through Where...

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The starry night is out of focus under the thick tree cover where the two connected souls walk arm in arm among the heavy grass and flower coverage that crowds the earth under the trees the fragrance of the wildflowers is heavy in the air and wafts upward to be breathed in by the couple sharing a moment secluded in the beauty of nature allowing...

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In the cold woods where shadows display, Two figures wander in the verdant sway. Beneath the canopy of emerald light, They tread softly, hidden from everyones sight. Leaves murmur secrets of times gone by, As golden beams filter through the sky. Their steps are hushed, their hearts beat slow, In the undergrowth where wildflowers grow. In Van Gogh's world of colour oh i...

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