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I Wish (I Could Draw)A Poem by Andrew N. FarrensExperimental rhymes....... |
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Welcome, Constant Readers.....A Poem by Andrew N. FarrensRandom rhymes of charm personified.... |
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Painted PictureA Poem by DestinyA painted pictureSo abstract that you can seeDetailedfiercelycritiquedFrom the wholeTo the stroke of a brushOne wrong moveSuddenly it's hideousDon't b.. |
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Blood DiseaseA Poem by Vria P CrowWhy must I be so sensitive? |
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CanvasA Poem by John HolmesWe paint beautiful portraits don't we? |
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I Don't Do SadnessA Poem by Dana AlsamsamI decided to write you a letter. A blase letterAbout how happy I am. About howI smile all the time, I got my teeth whitened, and howI've been to Franc.. |
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A Pablo Picasso MaskA Poem by Noehm StrawhairA tiny piece of the book I am working on, yet again... |
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Can you feel the painting?A Poem by MandaBearI wrote this about a crying painting. I had some help from a friend getting the idea's out but I got them out :) Thanks Jay:) |
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July 2, 2013 Tue 3:19 pmA Chapter by Green RegolFlash forward by a lot. |
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Dazed RedA Poem by LETitBeKnownthoughts |
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Silent MelodyA Story by VanessaI wrote this in 2007 for AP Lit. The assignment was to write a short story small enough to fit on a postcard, and afterward we edited and added to it.. |
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A Writer's CanvasA Poem by Eva RosehillWe are artists.. |
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ScribblesA Poem by Adam CrateI was made of paper skin, blank and without plans In pre-school all the little kids ran at me holding crayons They scribbled on my stark white sk.. |
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canvasA Poem by Jonathan Ballamthe brush doesn't know there is a hand |
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A Stroke Of Paint On My CanvasA Story by Kevi GraceThe mellow beat of the music reverberates in the wooden floorboards; I can feel the .. |
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Paint, Wet and DryA Poem by EpipsychologistFor an artist, watching paint dry Is painful in a different way. As stars fade at the draw of day, Fluid figures solidify. And faces painted wet as ey.. |
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Artists in ResidenceA Poem by Jared OrlandoI watched the sunlit lines on bed sheets Dance within the morning hours From you tossing and turning Sweetly and gracefully On a bed we made And .. |
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