Best Impressionist Poems
ImpressionistI’m too caught up in
your dabs of red and purple
to step back and see
the flowers you claim
to have created.
“It shall be a Masterpiece
worthy of the Louvre,”
but I can’t do anything
except watch you repeatedly dip
the brush in the colors of your lies
and throw them at...
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Categories:
impressionist, art, love, people,
Form:
Free verse
Impressionistclosed lids consciousness adrift
a paint brush dipped in colored drips
to swirl in the well of ink that slowly swells
to paint the canvas of my soul
these lingerings of auras and colorful pulses
the black and grey shadows of horror
the metachrysilis of life in subterfuge
hidden and suppressed
overflowing...
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Categories:
impressionist, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
Impressionist Structured Prose CoupletPlein air and picturesque,free flowing
and festooned in tonal harmony
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Categories:
impressionist, art,
Form:
Couplet
Categories:
impressionist, art,
Form:
Verse
The French ImpressionistYou swept in like a French impressionist with the leaves blowing in the air.
You snapped a photograph of me swinging and my long blonde hair.
We made love all night long, and shared a life that wasn’t at all wrong.
Now the haystacks are on...
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Categories:
impressionist, abuse, art, betrayal, break
Form:
Sonnet
Twilight LoveLong ago at twilight we pledged our sweet
love amid trees stretching stark and bare
Yet at our rendezvous the very next night
I was alone in my despair
Now in the sunset of my days, again
In the pastoral Eden I stand with you
In a bliss beyond love, our...
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Categories:
impressionist, art,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Undergrowth with Two Figures -Van GoghDescribe what you see my love, she queries
A game they often play in the depths of the forest
He replies, Turgid are the woodlands densely they’ve died back
creeping where no life is seen,
between the flowery meadow's cracks
The poplars have...
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Categories:
impressionist, art, assonance, death,
Form:
Free verse