Drawings Poems - Poems about Drawings

I love drawing. It’s how I express myself. But these drawings, nobody ever saw. Drawings that I hid. I loved drawing, I was good at it too. Getting the angles and lines perfect. But no one thought my art was pretty. But they never...Read the rest...

I flipped the drawing In the plastic drawer. Its back facing forwards. No longer will it be what I’m seeing. I tore the drawing From the blank wall. Its laying downwards. No longer will it be what I’m hoping. I scrapped the drawings In...Read the rest...

There is a lilt to their eyes, a sassy to their attitude. They know themselves well, drawn in living color. Alive, dancing through their day, being admired greatly. Characters who are not afraid to be themselves. A trusty funny...Read the rest...

The chalk comes in all hues for Them to break away From the mundane of every day. Children of young ages are doing chalk Drawings on the driveway. So many things and designs are going through Their heads it gives...Read the rest...

ISLANDS IN THE SANDS Islands in the sands Just beyond the playground Hello, to the caterpillar Changes it's wardrobe to put on his wings To fly above taunted skies ...Read the rest...

Greetings Good People !!! Have been sorting small drawings, Creating music and recordings. So if you'd like to know a little more of me, Much much welcome, Paris-Maree <3 P.S Click the link =D https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsRi47KtCjk&t=18s...Read the rest...

If there is one thing I want to decline, it's plucking out eyebrows and drawing a line, it doesn't look good, it doesn't look fine, and not to be unkind, but what the hell goes through your mind? Let it be...Read the rest...

Art has a way to touch the heart, Shades and tints play in sketchy start. Lines and hues grow in swirls gone wild, Thought pictures show the inner child. Drawings wear wit in posture fine, Yes bit by bit from...Read the rest...

her lucid moments while dozen starlings take flight they sweep up into the free wind from pavement scattered by careless child at some game they roll in turbulent air and gift the new born day with melodies sweet enough to lull...Read the rest...

Drawing to me is a way to express what you feel Some times I wonder if is a drawing or if it is real, When a drawing has you focused so deep Your so in to you almost...Read the rest...

Hanging from the crane is the end-all, the pitied and plain inheritor of pain. It drifts and dangles in the weak breeze. You can't turn the pages. Accept this and die....Read the rest...