Poems about Art
#art
Poems about art, primarily visual arts, such as painting or sculpture. Here you'll find poetry about human artistic skill and imagination, poems about the power of art to create beauty and stir emotions.
Poetryman
Poem Published
Today 4:56am
Today 4:56am
Could You Paint Me?
What a distintion if you were to paint me
Perhaps not so much my crinkled face
But my heart is the passionate part of my essence
Hy emotional orb that beats in lyrical desire
Could you paint the subtleties between the waves
Surfing in between, weaving through the tide
Where ripples vibrate in amphibios song
Translate my appreciation of your brush strokes
Into visual kisses of verse exploring my hopes and dreams
How tantalizing the creations you might make for me
Yet you are the artist and I, a lonely heart craving your vision
Form what...
Perhaps not so much my crinkled face
But my heart is the passionate part of my essence
Hy emotional orb that beats in lyrical desire
Could you paint the subtleties between the waves
Surfing in between, weaving through the tide
Where ripples vibrate in amphibios song
Translate my appreciation of your brush strokes
Into visual kisses of verse exploring my hopes and dreams
How tantalizing the creations you might make for me
Yet you are the artist and I, a lonely heart craving your vision
Form what...
#art
#love
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
1st May 2025 7:26pm
1st May 2025 7:26pm
Jean Joseph, Ave Maria and Pacific Crest
When Pacific Crest visited Rome, New York
The school campus was too small for all the groups
So many corps had to go into the local neighborhoods
To warm up before they entered the stadium
And so it was that Pacific Crest came to Jean Joseph’s yard
(Her husband had marched drum corps in the 1940s)
And all though she could no longer attend the show
It was a treat to listen to the corps rehearse
And every year when Pacific Crest came to Rome
By tradition they stood outside Jean Joseph’s home
As a thank you, the corps would...
The school campus was too small for all the groups
So many corps had to go into the local neighborhoods
To warm up before they entered the stadium
And so it was that Pacific Crest came to Jean Joseph’s yard
(Her husband had marched drum corps in the 1940s)
And all though she could no longer attend the show
It was a treat to listen to the corps rehearse
And every year when Pacific Crest came to Rome
By tradition they stood outside Jean Joseph’s home
As a thank you, the corps would...
#art
#music
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
30th Apr 2025 10:34pm
30th Apr 2025 10:34pm
Genuine
I do not want to surprise you in a poem
I am not an entertainer
Call me a bad writer even
I express my thoughts
in paper
and if they are boring it is ok
they are genuine
and mine
I am not an entertainer
Call me a bad writer even
I express my thoughts
in paper
and if they are boring it is ok
they are genuine
and mine
#art
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Hatful-of-Hollow
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2025 1:56pm
23rd Apr 2025 1:56pm
Sprawled in Summertime Oils
The beautiful regret of whiteness
shallow snow of summer falls, still
Breeze tastes the warmth between her thighs
liminal lovers will come to her tonight, perhaps
Slant of wind splays curtains above the room’s waist
sun’s teeth chatter secrets into her mouth, red
As if the sky wasn’t enough
priapic columns are mere chalk, waiting
An urban concrete contemplation of minds travelling
heaps city blocks upon empty streets, fleeting
Harbour of her eyes are pearled
by sight of artillery fire, distant
...
shallow snow of summer falls, still
Breeze tastes the warmth between her thighs
liminal lovers will come to her tonight, perhaps
Slant of wind splays curtains above the room’s waist
sun’s teeth chatter secrets into her mouth, red
As if the sky wasn’t enough
priapic columns are mere chalk, waiting
An urban concrete contemplation of minds travelling
heaps city blocks upon empty streets, fleeting
Harbour of her eyes are pearled
by sight of artillery fire, distant
...
#art
#lust
#universe #war
#universe #war
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2025 2:05pm
22nd Apr 2025 2:05pm
Now Which One Should I Choose First?
All six colors
are ready to
be used for
painting.
are ready to
be used for
painting.
#art
#choices
#dialogue
#fiction
#FreeVerse
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 4:04am
18th Apr 2025 4:04am
Harvest From the Tomb
I sow these seeds of love for future’s bloom;
commit them to the dark in hope of light,
through dank decay, to harvest from the tomb.
When melancholy clouds my lover’s mind
and tenderness awakens only spite,
still, I sow seeds of love for future’s bloom.
Likewise, when bleakness threatens to consume,
or apathy tells me “give up the fight,”
despite decay, I’ll harvest from the tomb.
Though we can’t see the pattern on the loom,
we work our threads with patience day and night
to sow our seeds of love for future’s...
commit them to the dark in hope of light,
through dank decay, to harvest from the tomb.
When melancholy clouds my lover’s mind
and tenderness awakens only spite,
still, I sow seeds of love for future’s bloom.
Likewise, when bleakness threatens to consume,
or apathy tells me “give up the fight,”
despite decay, I’ll harvest from the tomb.
Though we can’t see the pattern on the loom,
we work our threads with patience day and night
to sow our seeds of love for future’s...
#art
#death
#love
#villanelle
#WritingPoetry
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 8:09pm
16th Apr 2025 8:09pm
She Got Conned Into Doing Snuff Films
Dad kept saying he's sorry.
Their argument made her leave.
The cops found her dead naked corpse.
She got conned into doing snuff films.
Their argument made her leave.
The cops found her dead naked corpse.
She got conned into doing snuff films.
#art
#death
#family
#fiction
#sex
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Baldwin
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 5:29pm
16th Apr 2025 5:29pm
virgin of the rocks ekphrasis
What was the blessing that this virgin made,
the rhythm and the tenor of her words,
that swayed the infant John to kneel beneath her graceful palm
and pose his hands as if in prayer adoringly
and caused a maidened Uriel
to point the exiled Jesus to be witness to
his cousin’s deed?
Da Vinci leaves this to our vast imaginings
the rhythm and the tenor of her words,
that swayed the infant John to kneel beneath her graceful palm
and pose his hands as if in prayer adoringly
and caused a maidened Uriel
to point the exiled Jesus to be witness to
his cousin’s deed?
Da Vinci leaves this to our vast imaginings
#art
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 1:05am
16th Apr 2025 1:05am
Everyday
Everyday, it's wake up, walk, make breakfast, be at the whim of my drunk sister's every command (although I have to block her number because I can't fulfill all of them), talk to friends throughout the day, clean if my chronic fatigue allows for it, write or read if my brain isn't too fogged, etc.
I can't get myself to do much. I'm too drained from dealing with toxic family members. I'm lucky when I can get away from them, but other times, I'm not too lucky.
I'm still not sure of how I haven't fainted yet. Definitely don't have the Instagram worthy lifestyle although I'm...
I can't get myself to do much. I'm too drained from dealing with toxic family members. I'm lucky when I can get away from them, but other times, I'm not too lucky.
I'm still not sure of how I haven't fainted yet. Definitely don't have the Instagram worthy lifestyle although I'm...
#art
#freedom
#passion #reading
#passion #reading
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 2:27pm
15th Apr 2025 2:27pm
Her Past Has Come To Haunt Her
Went to a rummage sale.
Bought a portrait of three naked chicks.
My wife suddenly turned pale.
She was one of the nude women.
Bought a portrait of three naked chicks.
My wife suddenly turned pale.
She was one of the nude women.
#art
#dialogue
#fiction
#sex
#suffering
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neves
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 2:07am
15th Apr 2025 2:07am
Honouring the artist
I don't love cameras
but I appreciate the
magic in her click,
told her she couldn't
have picked an uglier
mug for her portraits
so I honour the artist,
standing firm behind
her lense, clicking in
a way she knows
she said I should
be kinder to myself,
perhaps somewhere
in the detail she's on
to something as I look
back on these images,
it's a gift to remain
in the moment, to
ground yourself
in stillness, to
watch magic
unravel from
another being
...
but I appreciate the
magic in her click,
told her she couldn't
have picked an uglier
mug for her portraits
so I honour the artist,
standing firm behind
her lense, clicking in
a way she knows
she said I should
be kinder to myself,
perhaps somewhere
in the detail she's on
to something as I look
back on these images,
it's a gift to remain
in the moment, to
ground yourself
in stillness, to
watch magic
unravel from
another being
...
#art
#symbolism
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 2:23pm
13th Apr 2025 2:23pm
That Woman In The Picture... She's Really You... Is She?!
I just bought it, Honey.
It would be a perfect conversation piece.
You okay, Sweetie? Look pale.
It would be a perfect conversation piece.
You okay, Sweetie? Look pale.
#art
#dialogue
#fiction
#ignorance
#suffering
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