Figure Poems - Poems about Figure

A beautiful time to sit with'self.'' In this salient silence, you'll soon find your help Alone, close, and unbothered Quiet, away, and untethered Silence the noise of your mind Then welcome peace that's divine When pain comes, it's okay to unwrap...Read the rest...

Bent reed in the wind, Or a shadow to its form, Duty's silent pull. ©bfa030225 ...Read the rest...

Last of the figuratives the PRB with great detail,colour&clarity to the pre-Raphael' they did flee classical quattrocento became their 'usp'...Read the rest...

The Figure The day ends in a long drawn out sigh as if done with the heat, folding into the evening to soothe where sunburn has peeled back life to a hurt. The dry earth waits for a few drops...Read the rest...

Two beautiful young people Dancing divine The strength of the boy Is incredible How he handle his princess Is superb Light, flexible and strong bodies Also intelligence to memorize dance steps Excellent presentation Voluptuous classy duo....Read the rest...

Yes, this is a dream Such cool shapes with small waist Fairy tale come true....Read the rest...

A bald eagle sports white hair and a craggy face He’s admired and feared for his power and grace Though when I...Read the rest...

righty tighty lefty loosey grip on gonads gripe on choosie ***...Read the rest...

I see you standing on the heightened hill and everything around was still, you had the entire universe for yourself, and the trees, the birds and all the animals surround you and wrapped their tails...Read the rest...

The missing figure The familiar figure I was dressing didn't sit in the chair, at the shop, I had hired ready for the funeral, when I after lunch walked to the shop to get him dressed I had bought hair...Read the rest...

In the dimly lit corners of her existence, She lingered, a ghost in the midst of persistence. From the womb, she was marked, a black sheep born, Destined to wander, forsaken and torn. In childhood's tender grasp, she stood...Read the rest...

I look up to you With the child in me, A child that knows no wrong. I look up to see some comfort somewhere, that solely in wisdom belong. They say that teachers are all, so very good. So long as...Read the rest...

RIGOUR GO FIGURE Faith Belief Acceptance Or even hope When logic runs out Can be strong for many Yet some are still undecided As a brain demands more than a heart But in the end, one’s trust may be enough ...Read the rest...

Seraph in señora form She moves. Nay, floats Across opulent floors... Swaying Strolling Sauntering Her unnoticed, untouched outfit touching touch-me-not touch Her crystal topaz physique.... Spirit Searching Something that’s unseen ...Read the rest...

The sun withdraws gently, a charmingly shy figure, Upon the eyelashes of the expanse, a longing rests. The clouds, abandoned poets with dreams dry on their temples, Fall, like leaves of the sky, on the cheeks of turned...Read the rest...