Paint Poems - Poems about Paint

I paint with acrylics Oils are more vibrant; But I have no patience For letting anything dry Watercolor is uncontrollable; This is too close to my own personality I cannot fathom the enjoyment of watching the paint take over Doing what it...Read the rest...

In this basement, water leaks. I think I am gray, but it’s too dark to tell. Even the strips of light that cast over me are deceiving. Old and cracking. Dust and small bugs make a home out of...Read the rest...

Lead paint. It used to be in everything. I grew up in an old house. Everything gets touched, paint chips got touched. Lead paint. I might have chewed on it at some point. We’ll never be sure, someone else owns that...Read the rest...

my paint apron has so many colors it looks like a fascinating Miro design splotches, dabs and finger tips of paints blues, reds, oranges, silvers, a bit of blue they are blended beautifully put onto this apron one at a...Read the rest...

days are dust co+war+d/ice but to eliminate the evangelical — archfiends of madness reign. fractured fantasies flirt with fugitive flesh dilapidated dumpsters desire's discarded gentleness crepuscular crescent moon casts a gaudy glow stolen scripts where shadowy figures entwine and go sordid snippets stutter a scandalous serenade echoing...Read the rest...

Waves of colour Fine lines all the way Designed canvas Quite an idea as I say. I painted a masterpiece Must say really proud It looks meaningless Until you turn it around....Read the rest...

If I could paint the world, I’d paint a smile on every face. I’d make the rain a sunshine hue, Each drop, refreshing warmth to trace. I’d paint the clouds a daring red, And banish greys forevermore. The night I’d paint...Read the rest...

Cloudy embers ease into evening, Flushing Ferrari fires of day. Nightly nocturnes of nightingales play. Waking star sisters start sky sweeping. Why do I find such daily delight In the sunset blush of every night? Though darkness clears the canvas of...Read the rest...

Quote By Poet "One can paint with paints. One can paint with words." Oh, to open a fresh can of paint, can you smell the color? A bright sunny yellow paint fills this can, my brush will bring in...Read the rest...

Choosing which shade of white, drives most people up the wall. There's at least 152 shades of white to choose from. Despite being well: "Just White" It's the subtle hue, blah blah, hubris and hoo-ha, that comes to the...Read the rest...

Disorder in symmetry, crack in the line Distorted perspective, cubistic design Sculptures in celluloid wrappings stand by Amorphous stains on your hands - wonder why ? Clean them away with the acetone drips Mix a...Read the rest...

I paint poetry with the magic brush of life ...Read the rest...

Bold stories mark skin Ancestral markings scream fierce Warriors inside ...Read the rest...

I love colors – loud, juicy, wild, generously wonderful colors I wish I liked coloring books, because this hobby would be cheaper But no, I love paints and canvases. Especially acrylic paints. I think oils are more vivid,...Read the rest...

#1 Wandering into moonglow of years I recall Grandma's voice lilting With stories aged by time -- Musings fade now on cushions Till she rockabyes no more ...Read the rest...