Calligraphy Poems - Poems about Calligraphy

The Ink Stick . for public domain Rubbing ink calms the mind so hairs may glide, to bequeath long lasting lines....

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Calligraphy in the Air for a Fleeting Muse Each morning I try to capture in the net of my metaphors the dance of your steps through the corridors of memory, But the words melt like ice butterflies in the palm of a child who wanted to keep winter forever, While you continue to exist beyond the edges of...

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my quill found its soul it danced on the parchment floor ~ all six sensed its life ... I sense a sharing one of sincere gratitude ~ gift lift ~ spills my soul I live when faced down craft flows a course on parched reeds ~ ink spots ... your presence ...

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Stars for eyes Clouds for hair Skin silky devine Smile so fare Energy so kind Drawing me near Joy in my mind You put it there Are you my muse Do stay with me Color my blues Creamy calligraphy Clean my heart Strengthen my mind Light my start Path in time Goddess Devine ...

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From start to finish calligraphy shapes dance on paper...

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The brush paints The brush sweeps With beautiful strokes With a traditional art The brush waves The brush dances All with the delight of the fingers And the sincerity of the heart It asks for great patience, creativity and perseverance As Rome is not built in a day...

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Ignorance comes with a specific gesture of innocence After lifting a mountain, there is none, with your limitations. And, I will start here, past the speaker and the audience, conversations... I was looking at the calligraphy along the wall. Scriptures. Huge and magnificent. Little did I know about. And, it was a very different kind.Aesthetical views certify. I wished; I...

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Peace of mind links Opt feel and think Etch fond verse brink Thrill bold brush strokes Ink stains now yoke Charm wit that pokes Choice paints with grace Aim joy in place Live lavish space Love funds the need Inch touch that seeds Glimpse a live feed Reach words that fit Ask truth for wit Prize poise sculpts hit Heed each clear act Yield to fond tact Sense trust move pact Chase...

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Deliberating about something cool Which can varnish a smirk on someone's face Don't know a bit, if you deem that I'm a fool But this hand with a pen, grasping commotion for this race It's hard to conceive this verses Kind a like I'm in crisis Stop meditating that this is nonsense I am just with adoration for this...

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Play with words well In that sure light, Sculpt scripts that tell In fragrant sight. In cursive strokes Let play now start, In mellow yoke As finesse arts. Up and down free The urge of curls, Across ink spree Thought feel that hurls. Script full measure Wet ink that trace, A fond pleasure As time meets space. Words fashion brief The journey notes, Mad, glad or grief Feelings move rote. The hand now moves In spacious...

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calligraphy of cirrus clouds as the sky slips into night it's her dark eyes I remember...

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Counting crows crackle to be free The cauterized blessing you sold to me Hangs by the door nail in tombstone majesty What did we say When blackholes stripped breath away Are the promises murdered in flight Sharpening again in poise of night Electronic souls dash and torn The emblem of false exchange is born When you gave what we agreed Something missing in hearts seeking...

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Up and down as it overlooks the open book freefalling so but where to go? Embellish each page, one by one where words will run, of written swerves, artistic curves By quill that writes an artful verse I now rehearse but cannot free calligraphy ____________________ For Nette's Minute Contest By Carrie Richards 10/25/12...

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Eye-catching writing With lovely rhythm and flow Profound thoughts enhanced....

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Through the breeze that blows in time, the precious weave in leaves of thyme ——– Arriving in nowhere getting up to her knees, and saw for herself a wonder of peace A woman of beauty that shimmered all time, the radiance of stature glowed from the divine Kneeling before this nature in gold, their aura’s blended in ambrosia folds No questions asked and no want or need, she bowed her head anti-matter...

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