Brush Poems - Poems about Brush

...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...

...In the quiet crimson corners of dawn, where whispers of wind weave through willows, I find you, my soul solace, Soft as a sigh, serene as the sea. Your eyes deep as dusk’s descent, draw me int......Read the rest...

...In the silence, I feel it stir, a spark within my fingertips a gentle nudging, a whispered promise, to bring forth the unseen the hand, a vessel, a sacred tool, a bridge between the heart and mind ......Read the rest...

...Sun up you're up time's up get up light on paste on brush up brush down brush all around chin up shave up wash up wipe up you're out kids up mom's not suit up tie on press down the thumb......Read the rest...

...Why should I be as one to veileth herself, asking God, why thy Lilith? You who made me of filth and impure sediment Unlike the first man, made of dust or earth What cause am I to deserve bedevi......Read the rest...

...Beyond dry facts, a muse awakens bright, Poetry's embrace, where hidden feelings write. My teacher's heart finds solace in the rhyme, Inspiring minds to soar beyond fading time. Language, my......Read the rest...

...That day when it came on, it just came on, The way I guess some things do near the end. Maybe like a scene for one of your paintings, But the image dries inside, before your brush. All I know i......Read the rest...

...The breeze, a gentle confidante, murmurs secrets in her unbound hair, As she rides upon wings like sunlit ivory, etched with threads of dawn's gold. Her eyes, twin pools reflecting the endless blue, ......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ imagination and creativity are my canvas, the world and my experiences are my paints words and phrases are my brush ......Read the rest...

...Ding dong! Avon calling it is 1953. Women rush to host a fragrance party. The Avon lady is lying in wait, ready to sell. Ding dong! You cannot come to toe door in your house dress. Your lips......Read the rest...