Pop Art
She settled in damask,
Peeling off the wallpaper,
In a sultry move,
That can only be likened
To the subtly motion,
Of lichen or Lichtenstein.
She pouted in vermillion,
Through layers of cracked veneer,
That exposed her as
Desperate to be likened.
Her smile, an experimental notion,
Of pop art and bubble gum.














Comments
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"One mans heart; should be another mans problem"
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Poetry is truly boundless. It is my passion, I am the canvas.
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my poetry, lemon
both bitter and tart
you decide the taste of my art
©iampoetry
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Life is good, skateboarding is better...
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"We're Actors- We're the opposite of people."
Tom Stoppard
This is great. Your best, in my opinion. But congratulations on this.
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