Quotes about sketch, page 8
Statutory warning
Bird is the subject
And you all present
To speak something
And you do not want
To speak a lie
On bird
Discussion open.
Satutory warning
From the very begining
And one who involved
Know what to do
With this subject
And all move forward.
The tree that is there
And the bird is on the tree
And the bird is on the sky
Sketch the bird at the same time
And closed the discussion
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poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Painting Jealousy
Her lips spell his name...
her cheeks, his smile.
Her tender glance reflects his soul,
as though his shadow made her whole.
I tried to paint her silent lips
till it clamored out his name.
And when I tried to sketch her cheeks...
I saw his smile, it's all the same.
Yet when I tried to paint her eyes,
in my canvas it's his face.
And so I stopped painting her,
and stopped loving her as well.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Only in dreams
i see the trees
live in the air…dancing everywhere
swaying to the breeze...
i touch the sky
sketch the rainbow…trace the shadow
reflects in meadow...
i feel the moon
romantic lights
i saw ourselves enjoying the night...
and when eyes meet eyes.. Like aurora
above the clouds outside the windows
dawn has come, darkness disappear...
And I say to myself “what a wonderful dream”…
poem by Lady Grace
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At The Roof Top One Nignt: A Reflection
there are words
which are better left unsaid
some dreams
that do not come true
a love that must
stay unrequited
a self so unfulfilled
an ambition that is merely a sketch
a face that you cannot touch
lips that you cannot kiss
shadows that remain
as shadows no flesh & bone
the sway that never
becomes a dance just a bend
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On Board Ship
It's like him, of course,
this little pencil portrait.
Hurriedly sketched, on the ship's deck,
the afternoon magical,
the Ionian Sea around us.
It's like him. But I remember him as better looking.
He was almost pathologically sensitive,
and this highlighted his expression.
He appears to me better looking
now that my soul brings him back, out of Time.
Out Of Time. All these things are very old
the sketch, the ship, the afternoon.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Drawing You
First, draw
a smile
then playing with the lines
transform them into laughter
let the laughter escape
the page
& fly around the room
let it alight on
anything it wishes
then delicately
take a pair of
sparkling eyes
until they too
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poem by Dónall Dempsey
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What A Small Poem It Will Be!
I have written a lot yet it seems
Nothing has been penned,
I have to sketch yet
The countenance of my dream,
And grip its realization in close palm,
Because the heart still palpitates,
And pain resides in there,
Dust of the past moments jab the eyes,
Someone’s memories make the lashes sodden,
And shehnai still weeps.
I have to write yet on water,
And all around will be the tale of separation,
What a small poem it will be…
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Artistics Exclusive Bound
poetaster
sketch scribble scripts
shadow
landscape hung perspective
charcoal
lines faint quiver stabbed
vision
stereotype carbon copies
teacher
shape taught cripple rules
copyist
hybrid imitator framed
rebel
not mediocre imprints
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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This Is My Naked Self
this is my naked self
what you are seeing is my naked truth
i am not ashamed of my flesh and body
you desire it
you touch it
let my senses live
wake me up with the slightest kindness
of your touch
this is my naked self
i am seated bside the open shutters of my green bay window
little touches of light from the early morning light sketch my shadow
i am here
long waiting for you
just you my love
my only love
kiss me
touch me
let me live for another day
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Creative Work
The shadow of uncreated creatures
Flickers in sleep,
Like palm fronds
On an enamel wall.
Violet hands
On the enamel wall
Drowsily sketch sounds
In the ringing-resonant silence.
And transparent kiosks,
In the ringing-resonant silence,
Grow like spangles
In the azure moonlight.
A naked moon rises
In the azure moonlight...
Sounds hover drowsily,
Sounds caress me.
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poem by Valery Yaklovich Bryusov
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