Paint Poems - Poems about Paint

The art teacher asked, "What color are you gonna paint that town?" I said, "I was thinking about painting it brown." "So not the usually red?" "I was tempted," I said, "but I thought it would make my parish pastor frown."...

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I painted my bedroom wall blue. Then darker blue. Then also blue-gray. There is more out there. They promised. I painted on a canvas. There might be nothing out there. But I try to paint the sunset and sky. I wonder if those things are still real. I painted the deck. I moved all those chairs out of the...

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New walls, inviting colors crisp and… Clean, washed bright, beautiful and… Fresh, renewed by cheery colors, so… Neat, energetic like the unsullied, and… Different, unmarked by the past, unsoiled and … Detailed by soft brush filled with paint’s heavy scent… Sparkling, like the life reborn, new and changed, converted by the primer – His light never fades out… His brush mends the heart restores the soul with faith and transforms the...

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I breathe, exercise, rest, jump and eat to paint Loud neon canvases, nothing dull or quaint Acrylic reds, greens, blues and silvers are on my finger tips In my hair, on my wrists, under my arms and on my lips Globs of orange were on my thighs and legs today How they got there artist me refuses to say...

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I want blue war paint so my enemies will cringe it could make me fierce red if you do not have blue green if you do not have red I need to cover up this soft face so I can terrorize my enemies long enough to turn them into friends...

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On the shopping chanel They sold a watch Not the chanel I wanted to watch Inspiration I need Not a watch Come on please Help me plot Seen a sketch show The other night Would you know Not a drawing in sight Fact of the mattter Was total uncanny A bunch of actors Revealing their insanity I shook my head Questioning my entire Turned to Bob...

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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 wants when it wants, like my dogs and children. Using neon paints I paint dwarfs, faeries, pixies, dogs, cats Mushroom houses, igloos,...

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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 me. Until someone else moves in and decides that gray isn’t their color. They want to make this place a well lit...

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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 house now. My mom wonders sometimes. If she should have watched me better. I tell her that it was different back then. Lead...

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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 time smeared and swooshed by my fingers or sometimes a thin paint brush my apron looks like a designer’s fabric I have had many...

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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 eerie echoes as the night's darkness is made surrender to the wanton waltz of vice this baroque brothel of broken dreams beauty is a...

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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....

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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 a shimmering white, With pretty flowers scattered over. I’d paint a rainbow low enough For kids to play and laugh, then slide. I’d colour...

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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 the sunlight. Today, I will paint with words, red for the new fall apples. They are juicy and sweet, ready to be baked...

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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 fore. White can be darker, lighter, cooler or warmer, extra bright or dim, so so cool, boring or subdued. "Wind's Breath", "Extra White" "Moonlight...

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