Describes a painting or photograph
Down below
We dont really know
What swirls above
And dwells thereof
In that starry night
That lies beyond our sight
Among the clouds of white
Floating in a sea of blue
Are things hidden from our view
We can dream and contemplate
Research, study and debate
Yet we’ll not truly know my friend
Until our life reaches its earthly end
Ekphrastic
#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 22–Prompt: write an Ekphrastic Poem
The Angel of Happiness came
Whirling and twirling, and she
Sent fear and sorrow to hide.
Singing with heart full of joy,
Praising the Lord God above,
Dancing with arms open wide,
She showed me how to live,
In peace and sweet harmony,
At morning and eventide.
Ekphrastic
An EKPHRASTIC is a poem that tells about a painting or photograph so as to describe it visually–no particular form.
I wrote this poem to describe my grand-son’s first mixtape cover which was drawn by my grand-daughter.
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MARCIN is an Underground Unsigned Rapper & Engineer Creator & Owner Of The Fvck Muzic Records
Established In Portland, Oregon
Visit his website Marcin Muzic or listen “When Dreams Become Reality” Mixtape free on Soundcloud.
[NaPoWritMo–Day 27–Ekphrastic poem] [April 2014 PAD Challenge–Day 27]
You sat there with me, in good times and bad,
Sometimes you were the closest friend, in the natural, that I had.
You supported me when I needed to weep, and
You often held me until I fell asleep.
With you, I would spend time, either alone or with family,
thinking, praying, reading, studying or just dreaming about a future journey.
You always went with me each time I moved,
and because of you my life much improved.
I’d curl up so cozily in your place,
and God would meet me in that space.
He’d talk to me in my head, or remind me in His word, of things He’d said.
It was with you that I learned so many things,
about how to reach out and share my blessings.
You were always there to comfort and hold,
even though you were becoming very old.
Your age made you look a bit worn out,
but in your ability to stand firm I did not doubt.
But then the time came that I had to let you go,
How I’d manage without you, I did not know.
At that time I no longer had the room nor space,
And I let you go on to another place.
Someone else took you in for their own,
and I am sure gave you a great new home.
But I just wanted to tell you that I miss you so,
and wish I wouldn’t have had to let you go.
It may sound funny, but it is oh, so true,
Old Pink Chair, I really miss you !
Ode-Irregular—Ekphrastic Poem
Leona J. Atkinson 11-11-13
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 