Sketching Poems - Poems about Sketching

A voice of pure honey Too bad you have that face Busking in this alley Seems an appropriate place You are so skilled Woodcarving is in your soul Without that wheelchair You could be free to go ....where words don't cut You ruin everything Can't keep a secret to save your life You're a waste of breath So sickly, you might as well die Bitterness runs in your...

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*** Sketching the Ballerina *** It is well, quite well after midnight. My pup lies fagged on the blanket as close to me as possible. The young ballerina sits slightly slumped On a bench across from the barre, still wearing Her stage costume with its long net skirt. I am vexed that the sleeping hour...

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sketching facade of old man oak squirrel chatters ...

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SKETCHING  taste for a revelation present or past tradition  tinged with change capture the living everywhere in a masterly style of an unpromising outlook by intuition ever persist be encouraged & never  remote of  the ever changing  tastes of the enigmatic & immune in a sphere spinning away  from  the contrast of light conceptualising the moment of today NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according...

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Thinking of war, engaged in Ukraine; now so sore Remembering ww 2, Hitlers outfit brand Shiny new' Well he had preped, the world then his target.' So would not putin? of his attack no disputing Have for world capture, not done exactly the same?...

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I draw the intrusive silence on your dry lips Tears of mountain the cloud cares in trip Migratory birds playing with the south breeze For hugging we're in the cold winter's grease Oily whispers aren't wetting the burnt heart From the fountain flying the larks of thirst Thirsty life doesn't get alms of love openly In give and take rules the sketch...

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Think I'll get back to sketching famous people When they autograph my drawings it's a really big deal My success rate's way up there Much more than my share Twelve hundred last time, that was totally surreal...

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I have longed for you since I saw you on the stairs. Your perpetual smile, your posture of knowledge. Although the years gone by. I’ve yet to meet a soul, one that I could embrace. Yet your smile, your earthly green eyes. It’s like I could sketch you easily. Never to forget Your portrait lay finished. Now I await....

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There was a fisherman needing a buzz Full of hairy looking fuzz Watching a canary do what he does Using his noodle Fisherman started to doodle On a canvas for what it’s worth Being independent reflecting an American image on the fourth A statement he did make Relaxing dockside on a break Sketching away Knowing...

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sketching birds in flight am drawing flowers instead birds are a mistake...

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The places of our past are ingrained Stop fidgeting, they won’t go away They long to be placed under lock and key To bring us more pain for we can see The power of the presence of their kind The unlikelihood of their passing by But their tower objection to be lost By the wayward intellect at no cost I cannot fathom their...

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SKETCHING charcoals soft lines in varied shades of grey birds in flight their feathers spanned light captured in detail through blue heavenly heights an artist’s creation emerges blank pages come to life with every stroke SKETCHING (Inspired by watching my artistically talented daughter-in-law sketch a “Verreaux Eagle” in the Champagne Valley Drakensberg) © Kim van Breda—3 August 2015...

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Think I'll get back to sketching famous people When they autograph my drawings it's a really big deal My success rate's way up there Much more than my share Twelve hundred last time, that was totally surreal © Jack Ellison 2015...

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Eye Sketching by Odin Roark Acolytes of inner actualization know… Upon an oak tree Scrawls a name, Never scribed by knife. Within a crowded sidewalk Sketches the seductive smile of an Out of reach dream. Atop a mountain peak The etching of above-the-cloud perception Swirls its heady reward inward. Afloat in reflection’s calm...

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On mountain top high Where delusions of grandeur fly Superfluous pen grounded but spry With ink stenciling the availing sky Wispy clouds through portals do espy The regal, azure fountain in scarab's eye Golden beams vaporous plains do ply With sultry steam airy canvas does dry Jet stream's wistful currents solemnly sigh As lingering, eerie presence of a train passed by Descending to the valley...

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