Vincent Van Gogh Poems - Poems about Vincent Van Gogh

Pine Trees against a Red Sky with Setting Sun, 1889 by Vincent van Gogh

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 
    

Van Gogh on that starry starry night

When Vincent stumbled home that night through a drizzle of rain ~ 
what was going on inside that teeming, torturous brain?
Did he blaspheme heaven with every profanity and curse?
Or did he gaze in awe at the stars of his exploding universe,
and try to make of their blue and yellow light a poultice for his pain?

DAILY GRATITUDE VINCENT AND THE STARS

Today I’m thankful for the stars and the words of Vincent Van Gogh 
(I hold these in high esteem)

For my part I know nothing of any certainty
but the sight of stars makes me dream.

Vincent Van Gogh

His life came to a ruinous end
Plummeted into insanity
The red-bearded painter 
With his self-hatred, despair and desperation for understanding
He drank yellow paint thinking it would make him happy 
Locked up in a mental asylum that would shatter any person’s self-belief
Deceived Vincent cut his earlobe in an unforeseen calamity 
But he channelled the awful torment into

Orchard with Cypresses A painting By Vincent Van Gogh

In sunlit fields where olive trees grow,
Vincent wandered, mind aglow.
The blue of skies, a restless sea,
Matched the turmoil he longed to free.

The cypresses stood tall and proud,
Dark green fingers, reaching the cloud.
They whispered secrets to the breeze,
Of madness, pain, and transient peace.

Golden hues of wheat did dance,
In the light’s eternal trance.
A vivid orange, a burning

Morning Tasks

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
Honey dew melon kisses lips
Pray meditate talk to God and myself 
Water plants feed perky pets sweep steps
Thunderous thud at the French door
Blue genes deliver

Vincent Van Gogh

Misunderstood genius losing his eyesight, child's finger painting.

Irises POTD

an asylum's garden~irises full of life without tragedy

The Starry Night - Vincent Van Gogh

all is a whirl a swirl a curl - a wondrous whorl world entwined sublime

- Irises - Vincent Van Gogh Painting -

                  ~ iris blue ~ initially purple ~ protanopia confuse ~

Vincent Van Gogh: Cafe Terrace At Night

from beyond his
vibrant palette
that bore all his 
lifelong scars

is what I see
beneath his sky
and myriad
of stars

a scene of shades
and silhouettes
formed by the
yellow light

that hints at
The Last Supper
at that café 
in the night?

Vincent's Sky

I heard…
he was higher than the starry sky he painted
a genius’ stroke with a sable red brush
dipped in white opium dust 
of pain hidden from the mirror’s occupant
agony twisted darker than the starry canvas
concealed behind glistening constellations of doubt 
to live or die
the artist painted Vincent’s Sky
I know…
the piercing pain of abandoned nights
allegations echoing the

Vincent Van Gogh

Vincent was misunderstood as a child, but that was okay.
He sat down with his ideas, and painted out his heart.
He is so strange, some said, thinking he was insane or worse.
A beautiful soul, he decided to reach them through his art.

Never appreciated in a monetary way, during his lifetime,
He painted his sadness onto canvases with

In the Shade of All His Sunflowers and the Shadow of His Stars

We visited a Vincent Van Gogh exhibit—he happens to be a favorite of ours—and as we stood mesmerized in the shade of his sunflowers and the shadow of stars I was struck by the pain, the suffering and the sorrow in this brilliant artist’s mind…and the joy he has given to others by the art

To Vincent

To Vincent... who will never know
The love I feel and cannot show
Of kaleidoscopes on linen snow

To Vincent... shaded as a fool
Whose isolation fractured rules
With genius crowned delusional

To Vincent... socially denied
Whose brilliance is immortalized
By majesty viewed through his eyes

To Vincent... dubbed an albatross
Who dwelled in dreams of splendor lost
Whose vision held a fatal cost

To Vincent... bathed

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