Van Gogh Poems - Poems about Van Gogh

... Angels are unable to handle these 'Sylvia Plath' sorrows, hiding their halos - mute to my concerns. Love has abandoned me, left me to decay in an open grave, where flesh eating insects ......Read the rest...

... “Some Other Poet, White Iris” When I look in the mirror what do I see? I question existential questions and fiction, my eyes are the eyes of another staring back at me, ......Read the rest...

... "Artificial Iris" Orwell was lurking in the background, somewhere; the dream was eerily familiar, the words and their meanings, read in Syntax, once read between pa......Read the rest...

...Yesterday I was no very different from today that has been an important learned lesson I heard an old song of Billy Joel which now I understand a little bit better... Sometimes I look at the l......Read the rest...

...Vincent van Gogh colourist often with yellowed orange did insist In manic depressive mood swings this painting* was his last fling......Read the rest...

...Your room has one bed and only one chair. You’ve only one life and only one ear. Rise up, rise up from your hospital bed. Don’t heed what the good Dr. Gachet said. Go to your window, see the s......Read the rest...

...When I pen lines, fresh thoughts of Vincent van Gogh strike me! How, with palette and brushes, he breathed life's scenes onto blank canvases long ago: coasts, countrysides, sunflowers, a......Read the rest...

..."How lovely yellow is! It stands for the sun." - Vincent Van Gogh Yellow is the puddle of sun on the lawn; Yellow is the dandelion daring to roar. Yellow are the giggles of children at pla......Read the rest...

...I catch myself sometimes almost wonder who I am like when a word suddenly doesn't make sense it's familiar but wrong when did I age? I'm looking out from too far aw......Read the rest...

...#2: The Cravings Culprit so I fought ... with all I got ... I fought, and fought, and fought ... with all that I had, I fought ... I drew and I drew a lot ... this endless battle, this ceasel......Read the rest...

...#1: The Cravings Cull the cravings have come back ... and, they are so more restless ... at my finger's edge ... they cull at you--an easy picking, know they their victim's all ... but their u......Read the rest...

... In a Van Gogh painting cheap wine and waiting inside our favorite cafe out of focus strange day swirling forever wars madness midnight stars satisfy my lust's desire ......Read the rest...

...Dew drops grace green grasses Soothing like my pearly power shower I choose the right outfit for an orange day Under the fruit bowl by Vincent Van Gogh Breakfast bar stool welcomes hungry hips ......Read the rest...

...It's pure excitement, on the edge To know what I have, what I do - is admired Creating from insight into pigment Repeating, surrounding myself, you My friend This is all, it is I'm bold, emblaz......Read the rest...

... This poem is a special devotion for my mother, who has always been a healing sun for these wintry eyes. Mumma, you're my hope, my strength, my magic and my heartbeat. I'll always find my fairy-......Read the rest...