Paint A Picture Poems - Poems about Paint A Picture

#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 ...

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Image 1. As platinum clouds drift by, sea breeze in early evening, kisses ripples on incoming tide. Dusk's sun reflects upon veranda, as nanna's armchair rocks gently. ...

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"Paint A Picture” Sponsor, Joseph May Five lines- Five words per line Image : 1 The vacant chair in patio And the fathomless tranquil flow Stand for life and soul To convince life is ephemeral And the soul is eternal. Placed: 3rd ...

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In your vintage gold design you lay in brilliant elegance- a memory of our yesteryear held in the highest esteem; words flew through the air. Image 4 ...

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Paint a picture of a mountain scene with colors of autumn a glow Paint in white, the highest peak, first of a winter snow Then somewhere in the distance, the hint of a waterfall, let it cascade down into a little creek, on the bank, a rotting log Let the leaves fall from the trees in shades of gold...

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crystal white dew on pink apple leaf glitters golden in morning rays of sunlight Written 20/09/2020 1st placement Joseph May ‘Paint a picture’ 7 line poetry contest...

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The Dancer and the Duende Red skirt! Lithe body! She dances! Flagging voluminous curtains of crimson, daring the Duende to charge --- she catches his face, his beard, his breath; stealing its petals with her teeth, she spins! Dared to take it back, he comes, seizing the dusk with both hands, for tomorrow, the hibiscus in her hair will be dead. Poems that Paint a Picture...

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The Old Stones and the Finch Gravestones are made of granite; I guess to hide the dirt, so people don't have to come as much to clean them. I hate you're down there in a vault of cement. I want to take a jackhammer and set you free! See how the old stones are not crisp? How the rain tries to...

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STILL LIFE flowers for a friend, he still holds. a silent pause. holding his breath. he stares at the cold gray stone, as if, it was all alone. his eyes are numb, no tears yet flow. heart squeezes tight, remembering this young man he grew up with. tortured by his friend’s descent into the demonic control of heroin, and how he pushed him away. ~ but in the end he cried for...

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A woman of intrigue behind his imagination Peeking boldly through painter's hesitation Living through ages of welcome admiration Intended as a beautiful but stealth creation Partial facial view subject to interpretation Peeking boldly through painter's hesitation Slender fingers point green eyes wide open Clasped hands invite curious speculation Partial facial view subject to interpretation Thoughts penetrate seeking affirmation Mosaic colors manifest a silent celebration Clasped hands...

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Paint, splattered. Embarrassed, ashamed Textured canvas, screams in vain Black ink, bled through Joining shades of green and blue Fingers, dipped, in apple red Post protection, words said Paper portrait with prisoned eyes Trapped in time, but still alive A look of terror, surrounded by paint Wants free, but can't escape Whoever the artist happened to be He cared for his work, intimately Hairline...

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Pull out the easel set the canvas positioned long and slender clean slate. Sketch the figures huddled and dark-bound hostage to charcoal-cooled coals etching in shadow images; Faceless entities slipping in and out the background earth-toned sojourners accepting, alone,...

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He paints a picture of the mountains, And he sings his songs with love, He caresses my soul and woes me with his music, I love his sound and his appearance is loving and kind, His friends are a blessing to be with, I have never encountered the ability to learn this beautifully, A dream from God, a handsome prince from...

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your mind is the sign to picture combind jit look into tell you what to do its could be fiction PANIT A PICTURE...

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If I had to paint a picture of me loving God what would I see? would I see a portrait of a person who walks in truth and honesty? In order to paint a picture of me loving God I would have to access all the experiences that to me life did impart did I have a good...

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