Brush Poems - Poems about Brush

... “birds care not for whom they sing” - Silent One Many writes come and go, could there be One you know? There are writers that write words,  there is One who writes with feelin......Read the rest...

...Onwards and upwards is the way to go Take one hour at a time, take it slow Things will get better, I promise you that From the dark to the light, it will come back You begin with looking after ......Read the rest...

...Don’t eat, don’t drink, count your steps. Count steps, count calories, always over think. Make sure to hide the fact you were sick. Rinse and repeat it’s how my brain ticks. Down the throat jus......Read the rest...

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...Just a bit of black pepper As your breath brushes against my neck, Dangerously close. Don’t forget the heavy cream You whisper gently in my ear. My knees slightly shaking as I stir You passi......Read the rest...

...Turn your regrets into balloons that fly away and get lost in forever Because what ifs are a lifetime sentence, multiplied by a run on sentence, with a period that doesn't end without self-reflectio......Read the rest...

... Myth ! Lilith : Who was she ? ......Read the rest...

... Holding onto a rail. I lean over to see my reflection mirrored in the water and small fish swimming in the camouflage of me. I muse whether they are feeding on my thoughts, nibbling on th......Read the rest...

...Circling and scraping. Bristly and comforting. When I brush my teeth. It’s never that bad. But getting out of bed is the hard part. I find myself wishing someone would bring me my toothbrush. I......Read the rest...

...Sand scrapes my skin as I wake, Warm water around my shoulders break, Spluttering, I shake my head and open my eyes, Palms and dunes to my surprise. Shock constricts my body as I cannot regist......Read the rest...

...I'm not emotional about poetry to call it a 'crush' Sometimes I get ideas, but hardly ever in a rush to write them down like I have a bee in my bonnet I'm not prone to compose a Shakespearian Sonn......Read the rest...

...In the beginning, there was only sound The whispered words of God, echoing all around A canvas of darkness, awaiting the stroke Of creation's brush, as the universe awoke With syllables of fire......Read the rest...

...In the hush of a May morning, I wander through the murmurs of a forgotten meadow, where time weaves through the tall grass, and the stones speak softly of the past. Old, weathered headstones, s......Read the rest...

... Sunburst sky’s spectrum the horizon’s brush smears on jade meadow wearing dew diadem new. Cradled by satin leaves buds blossom that cheers, as petals dance on the crescendo of hue. ......Read the rest...

...Here's my suggestion how to fight off your blues: pick up a brush and paint on a canvass whatever comes to mind: landscape, birds or flowers; pick up a pen and write some silly lyrics for childre......Read the rest...