Ekphrasis Poems | Ekphrasis Examples

Gate or Gates 7-1-25 Based on Rodin’s Gates of Hell. It struck me that Rodin’s gates are closed which made me think of a pastor who said he would want to set up a mission at the gates of hell, that maybe, there might be one last chance of forgiveness. Agree or...

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What tale this stamp of time can tell in silence of a world once held, as captive by this forceful man, with death intent to conquer lands. We know not much except it’s found. Its worth would probably astound and have the cherished owner fear, Who would value this as “dear?” In simple plain coincidence it’s passed throughout the ages since and now by pure...

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USPS A stamp, bought and paid for, is like a receipt And if stuck on an envelope makes it complete To start its journey, with the recipient to meet But never quite a passport, if sent international Accepted only in USA territories, as is rational So many designs, as a picture or even a symbol It will be processed by hand, and...

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Goodnight Moon a children's book by Margaret Wise Brown the subject of my poem and my latest stamp purchase was also a book that I read to my son when he was little not thirty-three, like he is now forgive my forgetting the details the book is no longer on my shelf but in the story it's bedtime for a little rabbit who says goodnight...

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Inspired by the USPS "19th Amendment: Women vote" forever stamp (2020) They stamped her face– like that could contain her fire. Purple, white, and gold– not colors, but warning, wrapped around a marching soul. She didn't walk, she moved like thunder– every step cracking silence, every breath remembering the women who weren't allowed to speak. They called her too loud. Too much. Too wild. But she was...

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“Ah! Ah!” cried Mr. Shaw, a museum man of science in 1799, as he carefully unwrapped a specimen from New South Wales. It was Labeled: "It's a weird one; Caught in a creek; Dug from a burrow with egg nest!" Mr. Shaw’s heart thumped with suspicion of a prank or fraud, as he noted what he saw: It had...

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where is the moon that used to guide me home to breed - gulls had no reply they too can't see sky above ~ smudged by human stamps of smog...

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My theme is, “Martha Washington – but why?” First Lady – how the Big Man’s wife behaves was fixed by her: so Jackie Kennedy was shaped by Martha. Coming through the rye, we learn that some are heroes, others knaves, and some deserve to live in infamy but end up famous. Think of “Family Guy”, the David Hasselhofs, the Flavor Flavs, or Arnold...

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That clenched fist, sleeve rolled high, —a beacon in mustard yellow and cobalt blue— you challenge me: We can do it! A homely slogan turned rallying cry. Your gaze meets mine through crimson curl, an archetype of can-do spirit, shoulder tense, bicep firm and ready— defiance in a compact square. The fabric folds of wartime toil are etched with mothers’ sweat and daughters’ dreams; the...

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The challenges of Ray Stebbing's TETRACTYS form are A.each line of 5 is required 'to stand on its own ' B.the poem to express a complete thought, C.within the narrow compass of 20 syllables. D. line i ...

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“Sweet is my sleep, but more to be mere stone, so long as ruin and dishonour reign ; to bear nought, to feel nought, is my great gain ; then wake me not, speak in an undertone !” ...

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He created the heavens and earth out of sheer joy in His own handiwork. With loving compassion, He spoke all into being. He saw that it was beautiful. One thing was missing, someone to share it with Him. He then created man and woman and all was complete. ...

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persuasive “ “ “ “ “ “ “ waters in gravitational pull plummeting “ “ “ “ ...

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Middle of the dark night New moon uncloaks the stars My wife snores gently in bed My border collies resting comfortably The warm night entices me I stand in the dark yard The heavens are spread before me A lone streetlamp glows in the distance Its ghostly light a small beacon Yet it does not disturb me ...

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do not be afraid GO ! MY BELOVED YOU are the CENTRE OF CREATION so go ...

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