Poems about Vincent


№ 1174616

Thriller [Rap performed by Vincent Price]

Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand

Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize your neighborhood

And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down

Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell

The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years

And grisly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom

And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver

For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller*

© Michael Jackson

performed,  price,  rap,  thriller,  vincent.

Author: Raphael Uzor
Date: 05/03/2020

№ 1166589

For Vincent, my Kindred Soul.

"One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way. "
-Vincent van Gogh in a letter to his younger brother Theo van Gogh in July of 1880"

I've taken the straight razor
To my ear like a third-rate
Van Gogh.

Impressionism bleeding
Into Expressionism.

Mania trickling into
An unmitigated need
To find the beauty
And grace he only
Found with a paintbrush.

Blood clinging to the
Horse hair bristles
Like the blood splattered
In the margins of every
Page I've ever filled.
Each line and brush
Stroke choking out
A futile cry for help
As the wheat fields burn
And the sunflowers wither.

kindred,  soul,  vincent.

Author: Charles Barnett
Date: 27/02/2020

№ 1152775

Vincent van gogh

There was a man named Vincent a painter man was he
And he had life so of full tragedy
A lonely man was he. torn part inside
And behind his pictures he would try to hide.

He would paint so beautiful for all the world to see
To ease his troubled mind and try to set it free
Although his life was troubled his art was of the best
Until he took a gun and held it to his chest.

It was such a sin too take his life away
The pictures that he did are with us till this day

gogh,  van,  vincent.

Date: 15/02/2020

№ 1088662

Vincent van Gogh

When all around you saw darkness,
You gazed at the stars.

Everyone wants to paint their pain,
But only you, Vincent,
Channeled that awful torment
Into beauty
Immaculate and sublime;
Only you, dear Vincent
Saw the beauty in the shoes, the bedroom, the weeds, the washers,
Only you saw the beauty when it wasn't pretty.

To suffer is human.
To find ecstasy in the ordinary
And transform the banal into the magical
Is something only you could do,
My dearest Vincent.


gogh,  van,  vincent.

Author: Matthew Berkshire
Date: 19/12/2019

№ 1082519


Tonight I sat by the corner of my room,
Dreaming of nuclear pasta and
Bottles of ultraviolet water.
I was alone, and it was bleak.
Everything around me was lost
In the sadness of everything else
Swallowing everything else.
I sat and wondered about each moment that passed
And how each moment slipped away until the next came afresh, unbound.
But I remembered the one that came before the one next, and that too was bleak.
Bleak, cold, filth, like a grotto filled with rats and dead fish.
The floor creaked as I shivered sitting there,
Life it seemed was given and not had.
I lit candle, for it seemed macabre
And I need that,
It was homage, an appeal.
The shadows about me had flickered as if alive,
A life given.
I remember wishing, wanting to be something.
For the few precious moments that passed it seemed believable.
Betwixt my cold finders and burning wax,
I could feel and light sprung briefly.
The joy was maddening, almost manic.
I had whispered ferverently that I had won,
Ever briefly,
But the voices had come back,
And those moments had passed,
I blew out the candle and wept.


Author: Natasha Trullia
Date: 13/12/2019

№ 1074050

Tribute To Vincent.

Brushes which fuse earth and sun
In bold oily strokes.
Lines that move across landscape
Like flames of smoke.
Palette fervent with passion colours
Light's very moment.
Framed an artistic heart's anguish
Stays ever molten.
Signed by Van Gogh fire-gilt paint
Never goes cold.

tribute,  vincent.

Author: Fay Slimm
Date: 05/12/2019

№ 1046514

345: Ode To Vincent Price

He was the man who would terrify me.

I would be lost in the madness of his eyes.

I would enjoy how he would scare me.

He would creep up on me by surprise.

Hearing his voice gave me a chill.

His horror would make me shiver.

Watching him was always a thrill.

Waiting for the lines he would deliver.

Now he has been taken away.

His movies are timeless forever.

I always loved what he would say.

His wickedness seemed so clever.

I will always watch you, our Vincent.

You were always the master my friend.

I for one thought you were magnificent.

I will continue to watch you until the very end.

ode,  price,  vincent.

Author: Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Date: 10/11/2019

№ 1034058

Vincent Van Gogh

A cultural giant
Though his life was short
Full of talent
His work never caught
The eye of the public
Anybody who understood
Because he was indeed
It wasn't just talent
Or love or art
It was emotion and passion
From his beating heart
He was an artist
With a burning desire
Hardly lived just loved
His own works melted in fire

gogh,  van,  vincent.

Author: mia
Date: 30/10/2019