Canvas Poems

Canvas poems bring the best collection of short and long canvas poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great canvas rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these canvas poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on canvas are here for you.

Canvas

Canvas short poem

The sky, My canvas on which I paint The colors of my life Using strokes of the clouds Dipped in the palette of wind… Do i wish for the stars? Or the moon? Or is it just the plain simple

Oil On Canvas

Oil On Canvas short poem

The dead moon’s framed portrait Hung from the prussian blue sky, Staring downwards into the Lighted lonely city – With a well practiced air Of indifference. The pond with green waters And a cemented bank, Where local kids wash their

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The Artist

The Artist long poem

breathless light of illumination with blank canvas he begins to create a myraids of fixed visions angelic fervor of exploration a brush stroke with colors red, yellow & green at the top of the canvas a yellow stream vast radiant

Poems containing references to : Canvas

Oh! To immortalize you

Oh! To immortalize you short poem

Squatting on the grayness of the rock I let the breeze chill the marrows of my bone on the wet sand I wrote your name a receding wave squiggled it away leaving behind a brown sediment of moist sand. my

I miss you like

I miss you like short poem

A forest misses the greens, A landscape misses pristine. A canvas misses the strokes, A clown misses the jokes. A cake misses the icing, A finger misses a ring. A flute misses a breath, A mountain misses the zenith. A

Why I Write?

Why I Write? ode

Ask Van Gogh why he painted; A lunatic left at his own devices His grey mind sucking colors from the world into a canvas. Each rub leading to liberation from the known world The thick paste transforming a canvas; Into

Under The Blanket

Under The Blanket long poem

O ! Colors, the pretty muses … Come and join me – The Color of nothingness, – An empty canvas, Fit for painting To the will of thy art ! O ! Rays, the gliding fairies Advance and adorn me

My Name Is…

My Name Is... prose poem

My name is just a name to me and you. It is my name that you need to refer too. Why would you add things to it when it does not belong. Knowing these words you add to my name

The Girl in Red Sari…

The Girl in Red Sari... long poem

Heavens descended Agni, Varuna, Indra & Yama¹ lined up To witness a Swayamvar² Of a heart with a soul, A reunion on earth & a Meghdutam³ With a cloud as pen The universe as canvas Was asked to describe The

My Divinity

My Divinity long poem

My violet pastel pencil came to a rest after sketching the outline of the natural pond fringed with bamboo, palms, and exotic tropical foliage reflected in the mirrored waters. Standing before the easel I couldn’t get my eyes off the

Wanderlust

Wanderlust short poem

My mind a blank canvas, numb from endless travels The road ahead a dwindling silver thread Arriving and leaving, my life unravels Through thunderstorms and bright sunshine Across quiet villages and noisy cities My urge to roam away from my

Daughter

Daughter short poem

She was a girl who loved colors and art The fact that she couldn’t draw tore her apart Maybe trying a different method would work, she thought As razor blades and cutters she bought She started drawing and the canvas

Importance Of Prayers

Importance Of Prayers short poem

One may experience it or not but Prayers add to my psychological strength And contribute to my efforts to succeed By creating a better and positive environment. Many believe prayers as wastage of energy and time but what I shared

Dasagiri

Dasagiri long poem

Little boy, what kind of world are you born into? The hard ground for a bed and a bag of cement for pillow The color of your sleep in bleak rest is laid, But your dreams, they are as colorful

Has Someone Ever…

Has Someone Ever… short poem

Has someone made you smile? Ever so quietly That your heart sang a song Deafeningly …. Carelessly Has someone touched your heart? Ever so gently That joy wet your eyes Emotionally … Selflessly Has someone lead you on, Ever so

Room Of The Poet

Room Of The Poet prose poem

Getting into the room of a poet is like entering the cell of a prison unknowingly the prisoner… but you must keep quiet… because, such is the freedom of being kept behind bars, myriads of butterflies of freedom sleep there

The Feathered Wonders

The Feathered Wonders prose poem

These wondrous creatures With graceful feathers Painted so beautifully On the vast canvas Of the earth and sky Models of Nature’s sublime art Emanating pleasure and wonderment Perpetually . As if deeply dipped in colors Made in Nature’s own secret

She Has Arisen Like A Full Moon

She Has Arisen Like A Full Moon short poem

She has arisen like a full moon In his heaven, That puts him in ecstasy Approved by the blinking stars strewn in array. His heaven comforts her with enough place and pride, Full of azure deep and spacious heart-line in

The Pressing

The Pressing prose poem

“HMS Trincomalee, British Man-O-War, sixty guns, one hundred gross tons was she, The Purser and Pressman am I, managing a pressgang in strict service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun pipes: Captain arrives! She’ll turn with

The Painter

The Painter short poem

Behold, you are in the presence of the painter of man May his brushstrokes be kind as he paints your essence He sees right into your soul as he paints the inner you Your canvas is life, may the hues

Piece by Piece

Piece by Piece short poem

I’ve placed you inside my heart for now. I’m hoping you won’t break your way out too soon. This love will fade away but I’ve waited long enough. Please don’t add more bricks to the surrounding wall. Help me tear

Who Am I ?

Who Am I ? short poem

Who am I ? A speckle of dust. A life half-lived. Like a puppet, if you must. Who am I ? Assortment of all things unsavoury. A blemish on his canvas, Still a part of his story. Who am I

Poetry

Poetry long poem

Sometimes I feel Isolated. I hate it F is all I see when my papers are graded. I sit in the back of the bus and class faded. I have this mind that is painted on a canvas. There’s still

Layers Of Life

Layers Of Life elegy

The walks of life has layers of past Some of my own and some unknown Few conquered truths amassed Many a battles lost and thrown. Scars of wreckage and circle of life Oh, those angel with heavy wings, still flies

Jigsaw

Jigsaw short poem

We are all made of, Millions of tiny jigsaw pieces… Of experience and memories, Which each piece releases..! Bit by bit & Inch by inch… Once it is together, It won’t even flinch…!! Time may come, When we fall out

Color

Color long poem

The blue sky and azure ocean, Dawn changing the aura of morning sky, Incandescent yellow rays of sunlight, Magnificent clouds billowing, mesmerizing charisma of rainbow, Sunrise and Sunset a magnificent golden orange hue, Brightly colored birds, Peacock’s display of iridescent

Blackened Crozier

Blackened Crozier short poem

Let it remain ovarian pure. After strangulation the truth, for hypoxic euphoria. Flies in your face the dirt, the denial, the terracotta of superposition of speech, hiding self-interest. Blackened Crozier for wrinkled crotch, drops the ashes of love on unopened

Let Go

Let Go short poem

Hold as it slips away from your fragile hand, Catch as it flies away to a wonderland, Pause as it helps you move on, The only way of life to surrender beautifully, Yet be remembered, Let Go, Let Go off

To Women

To Women short poem

Women are not inferior or superior to men, They are only different from them. They speak out and put up a fight, For what they know to be just and right. Women can cook, clean, earn and invent, Run a

Moonless Delusions

Moonless Delusions long poem

In a moonless winter night, Standing against a weathered wall, Below a lonely street lamp’s light, I watched, transfixed, Shades of life being mixed, On that dimly lit street, As if it were a canvas, On which my thoughts were

Being A Poet

Being A Poet short poem

While my ten fingers are busy forming the letters into words, A thousand thoughts forming in my mind as it creates something to accord. A tons of things to ponder and wonder, A lot of imaginations to expand and discover.

Welcome To Hell

Welcome To Hell prose poem

My demons found me Its so much hiding you can do before they get u so much running you can do before you get tired so much crying before u have no more tears left so much pain u can

Loving Love

Loving Love prose poem

We are socialized to obsess. Urban dictionary claiming it a synonym to the lost verb motivated. Treasure hunters for the GOLD at the end of the not so rainbowed pathway. Cartographers. Our lives a premeditated meditated analyzed strategic journey, consulting,

The Geometry Of Love

The Geometry Of Love long poem

Love squared by Love rounding each edge, geometrizing each ends equalizing its alphabets, circling its triangles. Infinitesimally surrounding transitory planes and lanes within our pyramidal silences, giving new lines and directions, intersections of re-constructions compasses and conjunctures within rebellious Mathematics

*depression

*depression short poem

There was thunder in the hut teeth clattered under the ground. Handcuffed you walk in inequality to qualify for hanging till dead. I may not tell myself what was happening to me. Moving in opposite direction the bird was able

Live For Yourself

Live For Yourself short poem

From the busy schedule, reserve some time for self Wait for a while and, analyze yourself Go offline for sometime and forget all the worries Peep in the childhood and refresh all the memories Do makeover for yourself and get

Tattoo

Tattoo prose poem

Life’s a canvas, so why not body Let colors of self reflect on already Let ink on skin speak for the unspoken of you Let shades of it flow for the flawless of you And let pain of it trickle

Every Day

Every Day short poem

What can I write when my mind has gone blank? A string of words won’t make a sentence, or a paragraph too. I fiddle with thoughts and type blindly away Then the next thing I know, I’m thinking of you.

Chompin At The Bit

Chompin At The Bit short poem

A myriad of treasure wealth and pleasure Snagged by the Achille’s tendon Rounded up and Slaughtered for The Golden Apple of his eye Not the divine fruits of Her labor Trust the toss of bones Fall down ashes fall down

The Void And Wind

The Void And Wind ballad

She pressed her ears to the ground- to feel the vibratos of his words. They tiptoed into her senses- barefoot bleeding tact on facts. Flustered with assumptions- they trampled a mockingbird! It raised its head unafraid- gasping for its last

A Step Into The Real World

A Step Into The Real World short poem

A step into the real world Putting her first foot forward she hesitates, Though exploring the realms of the unknown excite her, Enthuse her to find her own niche; find for her a new domain, Nostalgia holds her back. Faraway

The Shadows and the Snow

The Shadows and the Snow short poem

Footsteps formed on the bleached evening ground, created side by side, slowly born to the nothingness of the evening, manifested to the midnight blue. No one watched, no one knew, the overwhelming power that pulled them to life, together, on