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Paint and paint away I do
All day long the same old face
by Deaths Prayer
18 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 21 11:27 AM. In Contest, Creative, Feelings, Funny, Imagery, Lotsa fun, Other, Thoughts, art
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autumn watercolours
dripping on a summer horizon
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I turned the corner And it struck me
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Why what we do is so great.
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A psychopathic bitch, With a murderous dream,
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Art’s kiss a press of brush to paint:
slow, thoughtful swirl
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Art’s kiss a press of brush to paint: slow, thoughtful swirl
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Creativity (Print of Claude Monet...www.art.com)
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Earth is a peice of art.
Man creates things too.
I created this Earth
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 Swap Quatrain
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Silence is an art form. Let's see what is your style?
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Roll out the rice paper, And grind up the ink,
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It was all so fabulous All those beautiful young people
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Creations flame inside me
false labor hinders art's birth
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Poetry. Fluid, solid, liquid.
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This is not a moustache
Oh no, kind sir
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A Swallow Bird
A swallow bird flies on soft, white paper.
It's hallow nest is not far by.
by Kia-Ruko
13 lines, 6 comments,
on Jul 12 4:59 PM. In Fantasy, Life, Nature, Other, Thoughts, Weird, Freewrite, Sketch, Art, Picture
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A fountain of paint. So many colors.
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The rack is full of them Popular sentiments expressed
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Genetically imaged of self Back to back
by anaisnais
24 lines, 2 comments,
on Jun 30 12:05 PM. In anaisnais, poem, allpoetry.com, Mariska, writing, art, family, sisters, sibling, genetics, spir
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Shepherds exquisite rosie blushed skies between seas of clouds drifting by
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Huffed a painter to a poet,
God created first the colours.
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The great colour yellow in all of it's magnificence, With green standing there all alone as solitary spectator.
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I hold this pencil, my brush the canvas lay empty.
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If i could have your arms as a pillow, i would bring it everywhere, even on the bus. I would wrap it around me if i was cold.
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Atop a cliff
Within the mist
by NitroCircus
98 lines, 10 comments,
on Jun 8 2:25 PM. In Fantasy, Hope, Life, Love, Nature, Thoughts, Art, Artist, Woman
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AN ARTIST IS WHAT I AM, CREATING ANYTHING OUT OF NOTHING. FORMING THOUGHTS PRODUCING PLENTY, LIFE NOW HAS NEW MEANING. SCULPTING MY WAYS IN
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This stained glass heart with its leaden seams,
catches refracted light of a brighter day.
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Spring 2008
These mountains have no end.
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Love is akin to art
From the first stroke
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Please dont use without my permission.
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I have never been able to keep
my mouth shut.
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I see you there, With pen in hand,
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