Watercolor Poems - Poems about Watercolor

watercolor morning it was a watercolor morning the sky tangerine, punched with boysenberry and yet you wept your tears delicious were it not for unbearable pain i look back now at countless years wondering ten thousand times over if perhaps storm clouds had cast shadows where rain refused to fall then perhaps i would still reach out and feel your hand, warm and inviting rather than...

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You, the watercolor of my dreams and codex of mystery, You draw the cosmic shiver towards me, disturbing my peace; You offer a dance of stellar swarms hidden in earthly forms, You possess sublime gifts, courage, weaving genealogies of noble thoughts. And as your hair gently falls, illuminating the city, Like night flickering innocently and gracefully over day, Soft, a river...

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Pardon for fingers Body painting my fixed face— Marking up a scene Of raw phantasms that look Like they're falling for my tears....

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My world is watercolor this body lies somewhere tangled in the reeds that weave for us, splendid fascinations I'll show you my sunwashed sky, if you promise to chase away the rain I'll lead you to rest in the cool grasses of my rivers edge And bury your aching bones beneath my warm sands Come, stay with me awhile...

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Watercolor Cat, Watercolor Cat, You are the most wonderful Watercolor Cat I have ever could dream about, And I wonder, my friend Watercolor Cat, and admire you perplexed and mesmerized, Tell me, how you know and how you do that you stand up straight and mastered this dignifying posture, Like a masterpiece, And these yellow eyes, like sunflowers, while sitting...

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Watercolor sky feeling with the wrong senses, storms taste like candy....

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Raindrops falling on windowpane cloudy grey sky with lightning vein Upon close look, a lilac hue and tiny pockets found of blue Rainy days tempt poets to write of roses in bloom, stars at night; of golden leaves as Autumn fades, or shadows found...

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"I must have flowers, always, always ..." -Monet- ________________________ mother taught me about gardens ... all winter she would ponder ... and make plans selecting flowers by texture and shape in a tapestry of colors ...

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heedless sky above crystal mirror below clouds float through 10. Jan . 2022 (Haiku- Basho style) A Hiku Premier Poetry Contest Sponsor- Brian Strand....

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Color the wind a swirling blue ‘Gainst a splash of crimson sky. Paint the marshes a dozen greens With egrets white flying by. Wash the sand with a golden glow, Make jetty rocks glistening black Show beach umbrellas in rainbow hues, Where white-capped waves roll back. Paint me an evening strolling here The heat of the day gone by. Color the smell of the salty...

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Listen with your eyes Squabbling hens fluffing up their feathers A fox sneaks up on the fence line - wise The tractor beams on the side - weathered Crows caw as they fly through the branches The grass crunches under the farmers feet He has a Mossberg in his hands lifted He plans to fire off a shot - the sheep bleat Old...

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drifting waters abridging drenched pigments of my memory whimsically scatter homebound the dyes staining the cold pressed arches of my mind's canvas Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE MIND'S CANVAS~ 2023 AP: 2nd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2022 Posted on July 6, 2020...

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I held the paint brush trembling for I had never, painted anything in my entire life but had wanted to; I began with the sky- in my head I saw azure and swirls, of clouds drifting, it was all within me waiting for me to paint. then, I painted flowers swaying in the grass- oh it was a...

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lord i can still hear the pitter patter watercolor sounds that the sweet rain make upon the ground made from the watercolor rain while it unearth me towards heaven...

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Art like Monet It is like an alternate reality Soft, vivid full of pureness Unlike harsh reality Raw and rough around the edges Hustling for the next desire Monet simply lies there In its purest form Of Watercolor Aesthetics The waves of the water he paints Immerses my eyes with clouds of subtle feeling A feeling that is smoother than reality Captured in a stroke The...

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