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.
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
28th Nov 2022 12:14pm
28th Nov 2022 12:14pm
Are You Finished With That Statue Yet?
#beauty
#fiction
#confusion
#art
#sensual
40 reads
2 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
27th Nov 2022 8:22pm
27th Nov 2022 8:22pm
While Modeling For Her Friend The Artist
#friendship
#fiction
#art
#sensual
#temptation
34 reads
0 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
25th Nov 2022 11:12am
25th Nov 2022 11:12am
snakes
There’s a Norman Rockwell family,
classic family of four --
They’re smiling aggressively
from the calendar on my door.
Maybe it's your family
Playing nice over yams and pies
Smiles flashing manically
but never reaching the eyes
Let's not bicker
Pour the liquor
Blood is thick
the tensions thicker
It's our own familiar brand of crazy
So we do whatever it takes
There's dysfunction
In the gravy...
Hey baby, pass the snakes
The mom looks fairly normal,
perhaps a...
classic family of four --
They’re smiling aggressively
from the calendar on my door.
Maybe it's your family
Playing nice over yams and pies
Smiles flashing manically
but never reaching the eyes
Let's not bicker
Pour the liquor
Blood is thick
the tensions thicker
It's our own familiar brand of crazy
So we do whatever it takes
There's dysfunction
In the gravy...
Hey baby, pass the snakes
The mom looks fairly normal,
perhaps a...
#relationships
#family
#funny #art
#funny #art
98 reads
25 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2022 6:33pm
22nd Nov 2022 6:33pm
When all else fails I go back to art …
Things have been a push lately
November always hits me hard
It’s then I go back to basics
A craft I call home ….
November always hits me hard
It’s then I go back to basics
A craft I call home ….
#identity
#myself
#LifeCycle
#art
#emptiness
106 reads
32 Comments
Rianne
Poem Published
19th Nov 2022 11:33am
19th Nov 2022 11:33am
Pledge
I want to hear the last Poem
of the last Poet
//Jim Morrison//
Lest we are mistaken
ours is not fault nor failure
ferociously
language should be outspoken
from atoned tongue
dying flies
fallen from limelight
glossaries found
faucets conceal
urn
o how these reeds
nudgingly grow
entwined
syrinx
riven
river
risen
Ⓒ copyrights owned by Rianne
of the last Poet
//Jim Morrison//
Lest we are mistaken
ours is not fault nor failure
ferociously
language should be outspoken
from atoned tongue
dying flies
fallen from limelight
glossaries found
faucets conceal
urn
o how these reeds
nudgingly grow
entwined
syrinx
riven
river
risen
Ⓒ copyrights owned by Rianne
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#art
60 reads
4 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
17th Nov 2022 1:55pm
17th Nov 2022 1:55pm
No
No sex
No violence
No bdsm
No comment
No violence
No bdsm
No comment
#art
#minimalist
101 reads
34 Comments
LtDansLegs
Jay.
Jay.
Poem Published
16th Nov 2022 6:49pm
16th Nov 2022 6:49pm
Next Level
I’ve hidden amongst the civilized
while I trivialized the path less traveled.
A mystery unraveled, a break from sanity,
what a beast is this humanity.
The invisibility that’s me usurps their
vague morality unconditionally.
Intentionally I move through with ease,
a cure for the disease.
The daily banter’s killing me
though thrilling be the hunt for man.
No perfect plan or grander scheme,
sometimes you take one for the team.
My realm is forced obscurity
with much maturity, an art perfected.
So resurrected...
while I trivialized the path less traveled.
A mystery unraveled, a break from sanity,
what a beast is this humanity.
The invisibility that’s me usurps their
vague morality unconditionally.
Intentionally I move through with ease,
a cure for the disease.
The daily banter’s killing me
though thrilling be the hunt for man.
No perfect plan or grander scheme,
sometimes you take one for the team.
My realm is forced obscurity
with much maturity, an art perfected.
So resurrected...
#loneliness
#secrets
#rebirth
#art
#wisdom
64 reads
3 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
16th Nov 2022 5:12pm
16th Nov 2022 5:12pm
Sprawled in Summertime Oils
The beautiful regret of white
Shallow snow of summer falls, still
Breeze tastes the warmth between her thighs
Liminal lovers will come to her tonight, perhaps
Sweltering loneliness blisters anonymous face
Teeth of the sun chatter secrets into her mouth, red
Gripping pastel priapism opens dark invitations
To spread of billowing shadow against flesh, waiting
An urban concrete contemplation of minds travelling
Heaps city blocks upon streets of emptiness, fleeting
Her eye-harbours are pearled
By sight of...
Shallow snow of summer falls, still
Breeze tastes the warmth between her thighs
Liminal lovers will come to her tonight, perhaps
Sweltering loneliness blisters anonymous face
Teeth of the sun chatter secrets into her mouth, red
Gripping pastel priapism opens dark invitations
To spread of billowing shadow against flesh, waiting
An urban concrete contemplation of minds travelling
Heaps city blocks upon streets of emptiness, fleeting
Her eye-harbours are pearled
By sight of...
#unicorns
#art
78 reads
9 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
16th Nov 2022 12:44pm
16th Nov 2022 12:44pm
By Popular Demand, Art is Back …
Some have requested it
Others wondering where it went
Still others just like it
So without further adieu ….
Others wondering where it went
Still others just like it
So without further adieu ….
#identity
#TruthOfLife
#art #SelfWorth
#art #SelfWorth
95 reads
26 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
16th Nov 2022 3:26am
16th Nov 2022 3:26am
The Wonderful Naffness of Things
And when the Russian bombs
evaporate us all I’ll think not of
great art or love perhaps,
but the wonderful naffness of things.
1970s sitcoms that lasted one series,
starring John Inman as
a fish-and-chip merchant
who goes to run a bonbon factory,
the jokes so bad they make you smile less.
Channel 4 “youth programming”
that’s really just pathetic pranks
like taking strippers home to mum
and windmilling your cock at passing cars.
The Coke and cooked breakfasts
my mum would bribe me with ...
evaporate us all I’ll think not of
great art or love perhaps,
but the wonderful naffness of things.
1970s sitcoms that lasted one series,
starring John Inman as
a fish-and-chip merchant
who goes to run a bonbon factory,
the jokes so bad they make you smile less.
Channel 4 “youth programming”
that’s really just pathetic pranks
like taking strippers home to mum
and windmilling your cock at passing cars.
The Coke and cooked breakfasts
my mum would bribe me with ...
#war
#humankind
#PopCulture #art
#PopCulture #art
34 reads
0 Comments
abetterstart
Poem Published
14th Nov 2022 7:26am
14th Nov 2022 7:26am
restless
sensitivity
covers
her voice
in natural
settings,
leaving
her naked
and vulnerable,
threatening
to uplift
that own
poetic vision,
where
her kind
of beauty
is held
and displayed,
it's all lovely
in the
modern age,
a thriving
force
entangled
within itself,
leaving
the world
restless.
covers
her voice
in natural
settings,
leaving
her naked
and vulnerable,
threatening
to uplift
that own
poetic vision,
where
her kind
of beauty
is held
and displayed,
it's all lovely
in the
modern age,
a thriving
force
entangled
within itself,
leaving
the world
restless.
#beauty
#inspirational
#art
#culture
#wisdom
92 reads
10 Comments
rubyredheart
Poem Published
9th Nov 2022 4:12pm
9th Nov 2022 4:12pm
Art Release
The sky is clear pastel blue
Cradling a large, full water-brushed moon
Pierced occasionally with dark green spires
And dusted with bright Autumn leaves
While far in the distance
The mountains
Having found their snowy caps & blankets
Catwalk ‘cross the Sound
To display their winter fashions
This crisp frosted morning
Nature’s art drew a peaceful smile
On my face & in my soul
Sometimes it’s the little things
That color our lives with joy
Take a moment;
Seek the art that sketches
on your soul
Its beauty
Cradling a large, full water-brushed moon
Pierced occasionally with dark green spires
And dusted with bright Autumn leaves
While far in the distance
The mountains
Having found their snowy caps & blankets
Catwalk ‘cross the Sound
To display their winter fashions
This crisp frosted morning
Nature’s art drew a peaceful smile
On my face & in my soul
Sometimes it’s the little things
That color our lives with joy
Take a moment;
Seek the art that sketches
on your soul
Its beauty
#beauty
#inspirational
#nature #art
#nature #art
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