Canvas Poems - Poems about Canvas

Like as the waves make toward the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Quote from Shakespeare’s Sonnet LX ...

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Everyday you see Is clean canvas to enjoy Let's create good arts....

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My skin tells a tale, no shame, no regret/ Ink etched in darkness, paths firmly set/ Each mark a whisper, Occult and profound/ Symbols of magic, where shadows abound/ The inverted cross, a forearm's creed/ A testament to journey, to spirit and need/ Commanding respect, not of gangster lore/ But ancient rites, that my soul explores/ A clean life I walk, sober, legit/ No...

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The pool becomes a canvas, whitening all the scars that hurt, Allowing you to escape from the shadows that hide easily beneath the foam, As if the stains of being touched, wounded, and haunted, Had melted into the silent water that embraced you. As the heavy weight fills your lungs with silent water, A strange clarity emerges, drowning out lost...

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Shards of lambent moonlight drift across crumpled charcoal sky, gleaming snow clad laneways flaunt ancient ghostly footprint, dream world boisterous cabals lurk in blue ink shadows, glow worm street lights peer o’er nocturnal hour hush, swirling toll of dulcet midnight bells defrost black ice veil, mud stained slush from madcap drivers spray giggling sweethearts...

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canvas of fresh snow a trail of kitty footprints prowler in our midst posted on March 14, 2025...

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I believe this space must be appreciated Blank, white, plain to see Why are we so quick to cover up That which is boundlessly free Look at this space between the frame Question, wonder, and consider Here is a blank field, free for the taking With potential untapped, as it were But perhaps something sad should be noted This canvas gets only one experience Endless...

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Trigger Warning: This poem deals with themes of self-harm. Please read with care. -- my skin felt like a blank canvas every time they faded. i felt empty my urges unsatisfied. i had to give in; just one time, i told myself again. i marked the canvas angry veins of crimson swiped along the pale surface; each stroke with more intent than the last. the...

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I love a blank canvas how it focuses the eyes. It’s black and white without the usual vestige of messy attention-grabbing details. We’ll color those in later, spending our creative time whitewashing it with the precision of our own nervous perfectionism. We’ll strip away minimalism for cultural resonance and focus the razor attention of ‘couture’ obsession and wider comment. . . Songs for this: Just Exist by Eliza & The...

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In the garden of silence, where shadows weave stories on the canvas of time, The flower detaches from the branch of life, a silent tear of destiny, Without tears and without resistance, lost in the ocean of misunderstood love, A silent witness of a feeling that remains a hidden mystery in the soul. Wrapped in the mantle of words...

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the flickered movement of fingers detailing contours on canvas a portrait advancing into night's unhurried strokes-- moist cleavage gathers all tints untamed by this artist's brush....

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A bright sunny day... Naked tree branches glowing... Ground-snow reflecting... What a deceiving cold day Juxtaposed nature canvassed!...

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On my untouched white canvas, I hide, Thoughts flowing like a deep river inside, A universe of melancholy quietly enveloping me, Like the sea singing its unknown mystery. Shades of red like a heavy sunset, Over the horizon, in the threads of my soul set, Embroidered with birds returning to the nest, In the evening's shadow, under the beloved sky's crest. In my...

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Glow- sky Crows fly Airy Prairie River Giver Aids flow Blades grow Gold plains hold grains Vista’s kisses: Vast strands grasslands...

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The poet is a painter who spreads his soul on the vast canvas of time, with emotions flowing like a river of colors through the valleys of unspoken thoughts, touching with his invisible brush the shadows and light in fragments of eternity, combining sadness and joy in subtle blends of misunderstood hues, creating a living painting from whispers and...

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