Quotes about sketch, page 11
If our hearts are true by Meena Mustafa
Let me be the one to be by your side
when the horizon looks narrow, I'll sketch a picture wide
I'll fill it up with colors ever so bright
together we will climb the mountains to its heights.
I'll welcome you with open arms and share your beautiful dreams
my love how did this happen! Miracle now it seems...
You never know what God has in store for us
I'm sure its all good, and it's HE who I trust
Listen to your heart and to your soul
Together we will make it, and that's what I have been told
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poem by Meena Mustafa
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Little star, little star...! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Little star, little star
Why you live so far?
You really look so naughty
When from afar you wink at me.
You shine so bright above the hills.
I watch you when all is still.
Keep waiting for you in city,
Live in high rise, it’s a pity.
At times when I fly at night.
You look evermore bright.
I look and look and look.
and sketch in my book.
I truly, truly miss you.
Somehow I know you too.
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poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Be The First
Be the first to think and be the first to teach,
For my grandchildren are living in 'Efia Nkwanta';
Be the first to shine and be the first to save,
For i have saved my cash in Kashmir;
Be the first to sketch and be the first to speculate,
For you always need the weather with you;
Be the first to spring and be the first to sacrifice,
For guilt is the devouring grave that covers many;
Be the first to seek and be the first to spice,
For everything in life has its own time and purpose;
And now feel it in your fingers and in your toes!
For an honourable love will call at your door for you to show your uprightness.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Anniversary Poem to My Darling Gloria
The years fly our love grows stronger
Time bonds our life truly fonder
Weekday Sunday every day
Decades prove love will stay,
These words I say I know are true
Simply fact that ‘I love you'
.
.
NB.As teenagers 19 and 16 we wed
57 years ago July 1955. I wrote a poem
‘Gloria' {Published and sits on the
First page of an anthology of 200 poems]
Beauties Nucleus Gloria.
My darling,
If I was a painter
a master of repute,
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poem by Ken e Hall
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A Strong Love
This very love fastens onto my shirt of strength,
I cannot speak unless my ties and buttons move;
This tooth and these feet make disorder from nowhere,
Eating the dinner is labour for the forces are at the world.
May different messengers draw the eyes, draw the shapes
Of a sketch that meant distinction in the ranks of the wealthy.
All my disasters are natural of love, ears consider as much as my eyes,
The wages of a heart repent on me, inside the strong brain
Is a counselling service of whims and wishes all-powerful.
The very love of all myself contained in buckets of deeds
Shall overflow and spill out like the burden so beloved.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Perfectionist on his illusory journey
The beautiful dark blue sky
And his inner cry.
The Moon's far away of her crescent facecloth
And she strums the strings of the night Harp.
That particular serenade
He remebers in his younger days.
Moon murmurs;
' You're only a pen-friend
Scribbles lot of love letters
And this could be a Platonic love
But physically we never come a close.'
And he responds;
'We're two objects and you're belong to the sky
And I grab the Earth tightly
The distant between us immeasurable
And the proposed bridge
Only a sketch that drawn in our fragile hearts.
In the lazy morning I collect the dew drops
Which scattered along the green into my broken pitcher!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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On King Arthur's Round Table at Winchester
Where Venta's Norman castle still uprears
Its rafter'd hall, that o'er the grassy foss,
And scatter'd flinty fragments clad in moss,
On yonder steep in naked state appears;
High hung remains, the pride of war-like years,
Old Arthur's board: on the capacious round
Some British pen has sketch'd the names renown'd,
In marks obscure, of his immortal peers.
Though join'd by magic skill, with many a rhyme,
The Druid frame, unhonour'd, falls a prey
To the slow vengeance of the wizard Time,
And fade the British characters away;
Yet Spenser's page, that chants in verse sublime
Those chiefs, shall live, unconscious of decay.
poem by Thomas Warton Jr.
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A Question Mark Seldom Sums Sweet Scented Rose
A question mark: love's spark? dark thoughts stark caught?
Quest or request? What wistful vista sketch
Uncertain decks fair face? Has some base wretch
Embarked upon seduction? Is change sought?
Sweet nothings? Transatlantic ticket bought
To guarantee dream destiny, wreath etch
In smiles, not care lines' sybilline twines? Fetch
Overseas another life well wrought?
Naught offers easy answer. Last resort?
Mortar, bricks, altar? Lonesome? Two mast ketch
A-sail upon life's tide? Short haul? Long stretch?
Reward? Loss taught? Eyes tender? taut? distraught?
Knowledge alone in rhyme flows, free verse, prose,
Seldom sums soft glows, sweet scented rose.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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I whisper this
I whisper this
~
I whisper this afraid to wake
As though held in a perfect dream
You have become my muse
Full beautiful and celebrated
How kind I have found your touch
How softly words echo still
Restful and happy I lay
I whisper this afraid to wake
I do not wish the day to end
Or the sun to rise again
Lest it take you away from me
As though the ending of a dream
I hurriedly sketch down words
To pay a hearts tribute to you
My dearest muse, my beautiful
Girl to whom I owe so much
I whisper this afraid to wake
I thank you and I thank the day
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poem by Matthew Holloway
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Endearment
In my thatched house
On the gloomy passage
Towards the altar
I sketch your fairy face
With that dimple
On your chin!
And it's not Moon
Moonlight it reflects from the Sun.
Your mozzarella fingers
Holding an unvarnished flower.
My zigzag road full of pitfalls & thorns,
Please do not get frightened of my upheaval
And I give you my feeble shaky hand
As a suppliant for a piroutte!
*Dedication to my deceased Grandson 'Prabashwara' who bid Goodbye two days ago, I am sure that your lonely resting place full of fireflies and no darkness at all! May you rest in peace my darling son and I give you a little shout on & off! Your poor Grandma gave her kind regards too.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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