#canvas poems on Hello Poetry

Raven Feels Jun 2021

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, when love is like a dream---we live not exist:>

love

when a skirting golden light sinks the morning room
when a chocolate's mist takes away the gloom
when a song blasts the ear you make a scream
when a coffee's first sip lightens the mind with steam
when a sea races the waves alone dived
when a rainbow kisses a mere the rain skied

when a heart makes a dance
when a landscape stills the stance
when a painted hand dirties the whites
when a moon never fails to shine in sight
when a run feels like the embrace of the winds mint
when a line flows a ray of a poem in every tint
and we live not exist

------ravenfeels

#dream #love #embrace #exist #line #run #shine #light #poetry #canvas

jade Apr 2021

the canvas pt2

There was a girl lying on the floor,
she was covered in blood,
her skin sliced by his blades.

There was a girl lying on the floor,
she was covered in bruises,
her skin tarnished by his fists.

There was a girl lying on the floor,
dead and ruined.

She was ruined by what she thought was love,
and killed, by the man she thought loved her.

but he didn’t love her, he loved his canvases.

thank you for reading

#painting #canvas #helpwhattagsdoiput #uhtags #hurt #blade #byebye #hotdogs

jade Apr 2021

the canvas

There was a canvas lying on the floor,
his canvas was lying on the floor.

There was a canvas lying on the floor,
his canvas was covered in red,
painted by his blades.

There was a canvas lying on the floor,
his canvas was covered in blue,
painted by his fists.

There was a canvas lying on the floor,
his canvas was ruined, and overused.

He needed to get a new one,
since he loved painting so much.

He always had a smile on while painting his canvases.

i like this one a bit, thank you for reading

#imsorry #abuse #painting #canvas #sad #idkwhatelsetowrite #whataretags #tags

cassandra Apr 2021

white & black

your mind
like canvas
pure white
till you get hurt
and paint it
deep black

#mind #feelings #canvas #white #black #blackandwhite #hurt #hurting #heart #heartbreak

Joshua Reece Wylie Mar 2021

Blue

A wash of blue

             Cool, calm.

Brush strokes on canvas

              Subtle, sweet.

Ocean eyes

               Pure, pretty.

Unfiltered sky

                Lucid, lush.

My kind of blue.

©️ 2021 Joshua Reece Wylie. All rights reserved.

Poem based on the colour blue.

#blue #colour #sea #painting #canvas #alliteration #sky #eyes

Microbees Mar 2021

Antics

I want to walk down the street in the midnight lamp posts
I want to drown in the words of these open books
I want to find the path that leads to Atlantis
All of my thoughts are filled with these antics

I want to climb the canvasses stacked in my room
I want to sit for weeks and watch the flowers bloom
I want to swim in the clouds and just sink like the titanic
All of my thoughts are filled with these antics

I want to listen to the wind filled with my favorite songs
I want to dance with my emotions and feel like everything belongs
I want to grab the universe, and hold all of the planets
But i know, I can only dream of these antics

#antics #art #canvas #canvasses

gen Mar 2021

monochromatic

the ones that constantly play on my mind,
now etched inside his head
he'd make you feel profound things
converting a blank page into a room full of thoughts and visualizations
waiting to be filled with intention
by the way his fingertips graze over canvas
strokes, hues, and lines
every exquisite detail
the lead scraping across the paper
shadows that protrude the overall portrait
contemplating to contrast the grays
forming vivid illustrations no one would ever envision
the paper comes to life before my eyes
it's like he never had to use his own hands
to touch each & every part of me
i only see him in monochrome
but he penetrates me with all kinds of hues

i hope he realizes that he himself, is art. my art.

4 ya

#art #artist #drawing #sketch #canvas

Brumous Feb 2021

Epiphany

Harold Coffin once said that,
"Envy is the art of counting of other
people's blessing instead of your own"

No wonder I am not a masterpiece,
and only a white canvas.

#envy #empty #canvas #art

Brett Feb 2021

Pictures

Poems are pictures
A lyrical mixture
Of memories turned permanent fixtures

A moment may fade
Like flowers withered on the grave
Portraits of passion stitched with pain

Ink is the clouds
The paper catches rain
Your mind the frame

Through which we see
Each and every part
Of whom we wish to be

#canvas #poetry #life #love