My Mind is a White Canvas
My Mind is a White Canvas
By: Adam M. Snow
The silence mellowed out the loudest noise conceived,
And I wonder all that I've deceived.
I dreamt all that I could dream up till now;
My mind draws blank, a white canvas what's shown.
I lost all hope to this once eternal vow,
And of this heart my voice now groan.
It is what I said, that and furthermore;
I've lost all hope of my now untimely lore.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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The canvas
The canvas
~
This blank canvas before me
Laid out in pristine white
Where only the illusion of lines
Break the unparalleled possibility
Dare I take my pen to it
To scare forever its page
To pen the impossible thought
In verse and breath captivated
That only the mention of a word
Touches the heart and soul of man
Painted into eternity
Upon the canvas stained
No longer innocent, pristine
But touched by the mind
Whose eyes looked upon
A world as they chose to see it
poem by Matthew Holloway
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A morning canvas
A morning canvas
~
The clarity of a clear blue morning sky
like the emptiness of a blank canvas
invites the mind to wander on the day
what will be writ, what shall be seen
the serenade of birdsong in the breeze
softly, sweetly awakens the world
here a resolute beauty is found
and a heart invited to sing of love
let the day be won with hope and faith
let friends, family and lovers know
that this is a day to be owned
how thoughts come to a forefront
in the light the rising dawn
expressed without reluctance
upon the waiting canvas
in the clarity of a blue morning sky
this is a day to be alive
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Sea Rock
I m a 'sea rock' in the shore of life, hit by ten thousand tides a day. But u r the only tide that knock the heart of this rock. I lost my heart, I lost my mind, I lost completely myself to u in my first ever ? ? ? ? ?
I WAS LOST - in the darkness, digging my heart deeper n deeper.
I WAS LOST - in the silence, with dark noise, hosting your voice.
I WAS LOST - in the night, where you are my bright moon, pumping my heart balloon
I WAS LOST - on the wide roads, when your smile hit my heart a mile.
I WAS LOST - in my dreamy mind and busy heart.
I WAS LOST - in the past, where u took me very fast, gifting me what I lost.
poem by Gopala Sharma Akshintala
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The Canvas
Oh how she loves her canvas,
The stories that it tells.
Oh how she loves to paint her thoughts,
And etch a perfect spell.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
The memories that it holds.
Oh how she loves to trace the lines,
And tell if new or old.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
Her stability in an unstable world.
Oh how she loves to fret away,
At all of her unfurled.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
A standstill of art and truth.
Oh how she loves the feel of it,
To reminisce her youth.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
A long work of her life.
Oh how she loves the twisted colors,
Splashes of red upon white.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
She crafts each inch with care.
She hides her canvas well away,
Though she often earns a stare.
Do not tell of her canvas,
Keep the secret- she insists.
But perhaps some time take a second glance,
For her canvas is her wrist.
poem by Dayna Mortimore
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Where's My Inspiration?
I can not think.
My mind is at a gridlock.
Where’s my inspiration?
Boredom is highly overwhelming,
But then I think,
“A poem about boredom! ”
Stupid, huh?
But still,
I-can-not- think.
Where’s my inspiration?
I lie on my bed,
Mind empty.
I stare at the ceiling,
At the blank white wall.
Then I stare at my paper,
A blank white canvas.
But then I look closer
It isn’t blank.
It’s filled with lines,
And not just any lines,
BLUE lines.
They aren’t even solid either.
With closer inspection,
They are dotted.
Some even have breaks in them.
Well,
Look at that.
I’ve found my inspiration.
“What is it? ” You may think.
To tell the truth it’s nothing special.
My inspiration came from everywhere around me.
My closed mind soon opened up and spoke to my hand.
It’s funny how the mind works,
Don’t you agree?
poem by Devon McElveen
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In the empty studio
The diffused northern sunlight
of this studio at dawn
matches the silence and the stillness
like the speaking silence
of the retrochoir behind the altar
of a simple white Greek island church –
that has no ornament; simply walls
painted in a pale blue wash,
the space, the air itself, as radiant with heaven;
behind the iconostasis – gold and candle and eternal gaze -
where praise is prepared; thought surrendered;
humility the robe; the sacred word awaits
the moment when it’s spoken;
so this studio; and at its centre, calling,
stands an easel with a white canvas on it;
what waits in this empty studio
that’s so full of emptiness that calls?
what challenges? This canvas
waits, as being ever does; full, content,
needing nothing but itself…
the silence will accept our spoken word,
then return to stillness;
the canvas will not be so forgiving;
‘make a mark on me that will not diminish
my completeness…; so let our being
meet, before a mark is made…’
this holy place: only godself may mark
this canvas and yet not detract; from space,
draw space; or may with colour stain transparent
this white white radiance of eternity:
and in the place whence all arises,
Nothing and Everything smile together
in their secret play.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Empty Canvas
the canvas is juxtaposition
images colour movement time
time shifts in thought shifts
empty mind space canvas
is whatever artist declares
canvas is painted to be
empty canvas is whatever
canvas is painted to be
endless pigment possibilities
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Snow White Transparent
“Mirror… Mirror…”
Snow White stops
Looks down at
Her hand
Perfectly pale
Unblemished
Young and
Innocent
But damned
So damned
The wicked
Woman knew
Smiled and knew
“This is what you want”
Hands her the
Apple, poisoned
And red
No one knew
That Snow White
Knew, knew
The Truth
No one
Suspects her
Not Snow White
Pure, perfect
Snow White
“Mirror… Mirror…”
A brush bristles
Through her hair
Snow White looks
At her reflection
In the Mirror
Her mirror
The Wicked
Woman’s mirror
Snow White’s
Image smiles
Sadly at her
No hope left
“On the wall…”
He comes in
Princely in
His ways
Snow White does
Not look at
Him, not at him
Oh no
She cannot
She resents him
It is not apples
That are poisoned
But lips
“Snow…? ”
Without words
She undresses
Revealing glorious
Pale body
His to touch
Snow White
Watches his hands
Lower and closes
Her eyes
This is not love
Love is not—
Love is
“Seven little men…”
She falls into the
Dark corners of
Her mind
Where poison
Still chokes her
And there is
Nothing but
Death and silence
Oh, for the silence
Snow White turns
To look at The Mirror
And asks:
“Who is fairest of them all? ”
poem by Elizabeth Rebel
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I Hope You Dream Of Me
As your day passes by,
Without a single thought of me.
Not a memory of the heart,
You would rather let it be.
Of all the things that come to mind,
I am an absentee.
But when the night falls on you,
I hope you dream of me.
I hope you see me with you,
I hope emotions flow.
I hope you wake up crying,
Because you miss me so.
So as the days go on by,
And it's me you do not see.
When night comes and you sleep,
I hope you dream of me.
poem by Adam McKim
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My First Poem
I lost somewhere before u dream,
I lost somewhere before u dream.
D day u dream d day I lost,
D day u dream d day I lost
Its d day d dream come true
I lost in woods d fire beneath
Dreaming the eyes d dream come true,
D day u dream d day I lost,
I lost in world d world of souls,
No matter what u wear, what u eat,
It only matters what u did what u think,
I lost somewhere before u dream,
I lost somewhere before u dream.
D day u dream d day I lost,
Opens d heart in soul rest mind,
Opens d sky as a sapphire of life,
No more bondings,
No more relations,
No more feels,
No more heals,
No more limits,
No more hopes,
D day I become an independent being
Its d day d dream come true,
D day u dream d day I lost,
I lost somewhere before u dream,
I lost somewhere before u dream……
poem by Imnt Alive
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I Have Lost Hope Again
I HAVE LOST HOPE AGAIN
I have lost hope again
As I have so many times in my life
Hope will return I hope
But I do not feel this now
The blackness outside
Before the morning comes
The deep darkness in me now
The silence of no one here
I have lost hope again
And it is still not light.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Blank
Blank pages, blank lines
Blank heart, blank mind
Blank feeling, blank soul
Blank high, blank low.
I dont know why
You just cant see
That all you've ever known
Is the blank side of me.
On the Broken Road
On the Broken Road
By: Adam M. Snow
Here I am, alone again;
thinking about my deadly sin.
for I am lost among the wind;
I know not how it all begin.
Why have I forsaken Thee;
now I cannot see;
I only hope you forgive me;
for I have lost my faith in you above;
for you I still love.
I've stepped off this road;
now I ask for you;
Will you make me anew;
take me from this dreary abode;
and let me be with you?
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Pessimistic
No reason to believe my mind will heal
No reason to believe my soul will feel
no more hope
no more hope
I am in misery
There is no reason to have faith in a good destiny
There is no more hope
There is no more hope
I am lost
My heart is made of frost
Why is it so wrong to mope
When I have lost all hope
poem by Jessica Stubbs
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Love Can Change Your Mind
(bob farrell/regie hamm)
Ive waited all of my life to find my destiny
Then like a sunrise appears, you came to me
I never knew it before that I could feel this way
I thought Id lost my faith
But since you captured my heart
I can say, oh, that...
Love can change your mind, I know
Love can move your heart and soul
And just when you think
Hope has gone and left you behind
Love can change your mind
Picture it if you will, heaven right here on earth
Suddenly, everythings new
Now, I can see what believing was worth, oh, cause...
Love can change your mind, I know
Love can move your heart and soul
And just when you think
Hope has gone and left you behind
Love can change your mind
I was so lost and alone
I felt like my angels had flown away
But now my heart has come home
And I know that its here to stay, oh, cause...
Love can change your mind
And just when you think
Hope has gone and left you behind
Love can change your mind, I know
Love can move your heart and soul
And just when you think
Hope has gone and left you behind
Love can change your mind
song performed by by Lonestar
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The Puppet and the Puppeteer
The Puppet and the Puppeteer
By: Adam M. Snow
By my strings you control me,
By your hands I dance.
I have no life of my own;
I am lost in a trance.
You sway me left
You sway me right.
You carved me of oak;
You paint me white.
Your voice is mine,
I don't speak.
The children laugh
When I shriek.
You are my maker,
I am your toy.
I do whatever you want,
It is your joy.
Use me for enjoyments,
I splinter each day.
I have no feelings,
I'm rotting away.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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The Silence Between
the silence between
words being written and read
seduces the mind to think
thoughts of creation anticipate
the blank canvas of the mind
which mirrors the open soul
calling out to listen
to the sound of pen upon paper
a mind at work
is a beautiful thing
and in writing seductive
words flow into sentence
a verse crafts itself
to be seen, felt
all in the aftermath
of the silence between
words being written
words being read
poem by Matthew Holloway
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World of Snow.
Snow falls, creating blankets on the ground.
Everything is white, a world of snow.
I look into the sky with my eyes, yet now snow is falling.
I look into my heart, it is lost in a world of snow.
It is frozen, in a shell of ice,
and lost, in a world of white.
My prince, won't you come,
And rescue me from this cold?
poem by Float Waters
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Symphony Of Colours
I am a painter,
My hands hold a brush,
Moving as my heart wants,
Laughing the joy and crying the sorrow of my life.
I am playing with warm colours,
Using shadows I am emphasizing light,
I want the mankind see the beauty,
Of the marvelous world we have around.
Colours shine on my blank canvas,
In tones of rainbow and joyful lights,
All the warmth of the living,
Is concentrated in a piece of art.
Vibrant colours are merging together,
Dancing in shadows and lights,
All the past and the present lies here,
Being a reflection of my mind.
My thoughts are filling my canvas,
The brush strokes are following my dream,
Expressing the depths of my heart,
A symphony of colours has many stories to tell.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Hope Springs Eternal
(graham russell)
Pictures of you race across my mind
Filling all the space there is to find
Melting loves own ice that lay so frozen
I give that sacrifice for feeling chosen
So if I face another day without you next to me
Ill lock you in my mind and wish away the key
(chorus)
Hope springs eternal when your near
All the passion reappears
All emotions seems so strong
Hope springs eternal thru your eyes
Draws me closer to your side
And keeps me there where I belong
Given back the trust that was so fleeting
Captured by the one my heart was seeking
Taken to my destinys horizon
Searching for the moon we see it rising
And in the silence of the night, I hold you next to me
Feeling dreams take flight, they set the spirit free
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by Air Supply
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