Drawing Poems

Drawing poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of drawing poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on drawing are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Skin Deep

Skin Deep prose poem

Did you hear the one about the girls who went to get the Chinese ideogram for ‘friendship’ tattooed on their arms and instead came away with the ideogram ‘unclean?’ There is an inherent danger in having your body indelibly embossed

Poems containing references to : Drawing

A Zillion Wonderful Things

A Zillion Wonderful Things short poem

I hid that first poem from everyone But you read it in my eyes You taught me to love my books And smile with every sunrise I don’t understand this world I would crib and ask you why “You will

Poem Of Sinners And Saints (v3)

Poem Of Sinners And Saints (v3) prose poem

Sinners hurt. While moonlight cracks open like a walnut, spreads soft light across open sky, they dart to alleyways, bury themselves behind their own trails shaking fists at the sky; hiding their nasty nonsense in shame, city buildings rattle their

Onward Struggle

Onward Struggle long poem

“Where the mind is without fear And the head is held high” The words of Rabindranath Tagore, Haunted me day and night. And yet all I could do was to draw a long sigh! For all I could hear, Were

Shelter

Shelter short poem

Nestled in the long loud smell of your kiss, Which reminds me of the smoke guzzling chimneys of my hometown And the yellow sunlight reflecting off our cemented yard Is the elixir of death, destruction and surprise. The surprise on

The Tadpoles Didn’t See

The Tadpoles Didn’t See prose poem

The surface rippled, Three pairs of feet plopped in And the tadpoles scurried To hide in caverns. Sighs of relief Brushed over the tiny rock pool As cool water Soothed sore feet. The tadpoles gambolled again, Silence drawing them out;

Horse and Cart

Horse and Cart short poem

Did wise men from the Buddhist east Worship the child Jesus as messiah? If so, may not fungible god or fungi yeast Raise dough over the same fire? Was it reincarnated lama or messiah The Magi come thus far to

The Banana Budget

The Banana Budget short poem

Duis went outside and changed. And then. Who can still sit funny. However, he wishes to the hotel, the laugh of the gate of life, words of condolence, novels. I do not have football. There is no rent-a-car like a

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

Enigma

Enigma prose poem

Life is a puzzle, I am trying to solve… A dark mystery, On which, I am trying to shed light upon… As I struggle to solve this riddle, I seek from the creator, To place no fetters on my freedom,

Going Off Course With Friend Sim

Going Off Course With Friend Sim prose poem

Daunting golden towers triples on a desert horizon Off the highway, – where is the caravan? Pierce your sword here into the tan dune side and let the aloe vera flow out; A paradox that lingers on chaffed lips –

Kirsche Dawn, Captcha

Kirsche Dawn, Captcha prose poem

I know not whether it was of ginger, berry or bergamot _it was fabric and she wore it instantly like a shimmer_ voluptuous almond ‘vollmond’ of gothic ‘purpur’, voice creature telling glow-in-the-dark lies _beautiful. Entering. Barrel organ unravelled and chimes

Failure

Failure short poem

Sound of footfalls was drawing near; the tiger has been set free. In the wild landscape you need some feverfew. Death was constantly stalking to trade off the dolls in lieu of sameness of the stones. The shifting sand drips

The Singing Birch Tree

The Singing Birch Tree short poem

A most glorified sound emerging from the center of a winter-land amphitheater. The singing of dark crowned Juncos, radiating through the shivering dry leaves of a lonesome birch tree. clothed in the tranquility of newly fallen snow. The singing birch

Her

Her prose poem

You want the girl that wears pretty flowing dresses and floral Vans. Not the girl who wears mismatched brightly coloured trainers With odd socks and jumpers that would be more suited a boy on the Nickelodeon channel in 1996. You

When Moon Will Be The Moon

When Moon Will Be The Moon short poem

Mid May Moon, rise not now With such dim face in burnt haven. Troubling summer with fiery fumes Has filed the sky sphere to utter haziness Making your turf more tired and clay Sucking all azures from Venus scoop. The

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

Catalytic Apparition

Catalytic Apparition short poem

There was a man stepping off the curb forward progress drawing him into line the city bus intent on cheating the amber light I saw oblivion coming, certain then in the next moment revolved around a crash stop, no squeal

85 Improvisations On One Smile

85 Improvisations On One Smile prose poem

(1) A smile is a butterfly just taking a break on a soldier’s helmet. (2) A smile is an ember emerging out from snow. (3) A smile is a children’s clothesline hung between two ears. (4) A smile is an

Reflection

Reflection long poem

Eyes as bright as northern star Smiling, trying to hide the deepest scar A smile so pure and simple As I drew nearer, could it be possible I looked closer and found myself in horror Was that me, the girl

Rain

Rain short poem

Drops of rains falling over her silky body appeared like she being decked in chain of pearls while I experienced fire spreading all over my body not withstanding drenching in the falling drops of rain Her exuberance of drenching in

Namaste

Namaste prose poem

I was always overwhelmed at the thought of learning yoga….. Not that there is a possibility of me becoming a yogi, Or snub all mundane things I love, and brag! The sight of people in tights and and tops, the

Birthday Fire

Birthday Fire short poem

My daughter’s face appearing in charcoal, her sunshine smile bursting from the black. Creativity soothes me like a drug, anticipating the heartfelt thanks I do not deserve. I will seem special, a façade, a falsehood, a temporary reprieve. The heightened

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

Snowline

Snowline short poem

A blank paper invites for rape. Snow sinks for a prelude. The black swan flies away for the quiet hills, when sun was drawing out the blood. Alone I will write a poem beneath the tear soaked eyes and then

The Refugee

The Refugee long poem

Airliners fell fat like poisoned bumble bees breasting their way into parking lots and highways plowing up concrete furrows tipped with shiny and jagged vehicles trimmed in flame I wake in a light sweat to a fluxuating grumble wondering at

Broken Pencil

Broken Pencil long poem

The joke’s on you if you can’t see the truth But what did I expect from someone who sees a god in the sky When all he wants to do is kill and die You took the words out of

A State Of Absence

A State Of Absence prose poem

Hey you, who reside in horizons fleeing from my steps! How could I pluck out and gather winds from your lofty trees? Each time I climb mountains, I find an inscription registering a blow of your old perfume and a

Evolution

Evolution short poem

I guess the first real cuts were more than they needed to be the number of times I’d twirled the blade constructing stillborn balsa skeletons, stegosauri and plesiosaurs always amputating a rib or femur by accident, preferring to leave them

Mired In A Chocolate Fantasy

Mired In A Chocolate Fantasy long poem

Silhouettes, of our memories Shadows, of our love Sunlight from the days gone by Have blinded every thought The moment stops, Hell freezes above, The devil escapes from my mind From places locked up deeper than before The discerning scent

The Red Carnation

The Red Carnation prose poem

She tiptoed lightly down the stairs, so quietly and some pause. At only eight, it was quite clear, her sight was on a cause. Her mother’s drawing pad, her brushes, and her paints; her goal to leave behind a painting,

Words Of Never Being

Words Of Never Being short poem

In unaligned loneliness, tonight, a liquefied moon will fill up my glass, and my shadow will sit beside me and we will drink the pain. Lets’s settle in twilight of stars and think not of violence of crawling and inflicting

Quest

Quest short poem

Slicing the red velvet not drawing blood with your nails you walk on the body of compromise kissing the fleece of death. Untitled, larger than life unpresent, missed moments would take the revenge from no thing. The violence will end

The Dead Nun

The Dead Nun short poem

Teachers at my school, thought of me as dumb and a young silly fool. My immature mind, thought my teachers were in their right mind. This was not so, they let me down but they didn’t even know. This young

Thought 2

Thought 2 long poem

The city appears with three folds The wintry upper sky is quite red With dim looking sun The middle level is foggy, Zero level is full of chill wind. The man you had seen in last summer on narrow street

Marginality

Marginality prose poem

Marginality// By: Fareed Ghanem **** (1) When eyes rain on beautiful steps along a novel’s paths, while you stay out of the text, know that you are put in the margins; when you boil like sleepless volcano, just to furnish

Summer holidays in Madurai

Summer holidays in Madurai prose poem

A recent visit to Madurai – a vivacious South Indian town, reawakens my pleasant childhood memories. This vibrant town teems with life and vitality; juxtaposing both tradition and the contemporary way of life. I am awakened at about three in

Bitter Waters

Bitter Waters prose poem

You will see me someday, the open wound deep inside Seeing only the truth, despairing I hide The growing bitter bed, you will see and obey Together, apart, we wed, sever the day Like a raw raisin pit, I won’t

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Blank

Blank long poem

Voices in my head they don’t heed to me anymore have a life of their own and me as a slave critique everything I do fight over each small detail perspectives and bitter hurt and they keep it alive keep