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.
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E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:21pm
Yesterday 11:21pm
Art by any other...
Art by any other name...is still art
just the same…
...as always...
Art percolates through all we do…
ev'ry thing we turn our hands to
our hearts sing out for more..
...and more...
It leaks out our pores…
...and falls with our tears…
sticks in our minds like glue…
A thought tumbles 'round for only so long…
and then it must be said...one way or another…we must ...do...
We are the ones
who must say it...we are artists after all…
if we have no pencil or paper…
we'll scribble it on...
just the same…
...as always...
Art percolates through all we do…
ev'ry thing we turn our hands to
our hearts sing out for more..
...and more...
It leaks out our pores…
...and falls with our tears…
sticks in our minds like glue…
A thought tumbles 'round for only so long…
and then it must be said...one way or another…we must ...do...
We are the ones
who must say it...we are artists after all…
if we have no pencil or paper…
we'll scribble it on...
#WritingPoetry
#art
#philosophical
23 reads
8 Comments
Oshinome
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:53am
Yesterday 6:53am
...floating away
We quietly observe,
standing in this place,
awkward ugly moves
in the modern rat-race.
Same play, different day,
same sun shining,
no one ever told you
"everything dying."
We learn life in gravestone stories.
In moans, lone tomes, and wild bones
lay the scattered-old
brave bold glories.
Every dream shattered...
a light rose, shone
early dawn trills.
...
standing in this place,
awkward ugly moves
in the modern rat-race.
Same play, different day,
same sun shining,
no one ever told you
"everything dying."
We learn life in gravestone stories.
In moans, lone tomes, and wild bones
lay the scattered-old
brave bold glories.
Every dream shattered...
a light rose, shone
early dawn trills.
...
#identity
#art
24 reads
1 Comment
DecipherMe
Poem Published
9th Sep 2019 7:43am
9th Sep 2019 7:43am
Re:0
Behind the movements of cadence and the whirling of misted blueshine,
the White Light sleeps,
born into this vegetation at the pulps and fibre pressed
of conifer.
Reality wills to double back,
unvexes its embroidered mania ante bellum
and falls off into nova and fat seats of nebula flakes at Pillars of Creation, cradles of the fancy
returning after how many entropic warps of consciousness
to this same clear page
without consequence or higher purpose than to broil
and over into prismic subjectivity,
entertaining longer waves of...
the White Light sleeps,
born into this vegetation at the pulps and fibre pressed
of conifer.
Reality wills to double back,
unvexes its embroidered mania ante bellum
and falls off into nova and fat seats of nebula flakes at Pillars of Creation, cradles of the fancy
returning after how many entropic warps of consciousness
to this same clear page
without consequence or higher purpose than to broil
and over into prismic subjectivity,
entertaining longer waves of...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#art #escape
#art #escape
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dejure
vick
vick
Poem Published
8th Sep 2019 9:34am
8th Sep 2019 9:34am
when artists revolt...
(Awooooooooooooooooooooooh)
Y' think you're the big bad wolf,
bwouy am the fucking lion
M' the hunter who shot an arrow
straight through Orion
…..Am on fire and
I’m here behalf of the starving artists undermined by the liars
I tell you, bwouy,… be a little smart,
and be a little strong to fight your demons in your heart
Be a part, be the change in the society
Be the one to fly against the gra - vity
Reach for the high, from down below
Just don’t step on any of your bros
‘fore you lend your hands you better...
Y' think you're the big bad wolf,
bwouy am the fucking lion
M' the hunter who shot an arrow
straight through Orion
…..Am on fire and
I’m here behalf of the starving artists undermined by the liars
I tell you, bwouy,… be a little smart,
and be a little strong to fight your demons in your heart
Be a part, be the change in the society
Be the one to fly against the gra - vity
Reach for the high, from down below
Just don’t step on any of your bros
‘fore you lend your hands you better...
#music
#lyrics
#vanity
#art
#rap
22 reads
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Benzy_420
Poem Published
1st Sep 2019 11:51am
1st Sep 2019 11:51am
Pretentious
I could write to you a heartfelt poem, a well crafted song, a letter of intent, or simply a page of words that fill the canvas.
Alas.
None will be as fortunate as those that were written for the sake of standing for the pretentious.
To provide an example for the outcast of the incomprehensibly arrogant nature of man to speak in near uninterpretable ways.
A show off of linguistics that baffle with no purpose beyond such a display.
To convey the mindful superiority of mindlessness.
The simplistic and succinct splash in seas,...
Alas.
None will be as fortunate as those that were written for the sake of standing for the pretentious.
To provide an example for the outcast of the incomprehensibly arrogant nature of man to speak in near uninterpretable ways.
A show off of linguistics that baffle with no purpose beyond such a display.
To convey the mindful superiority of mindlessness.
The simplistic and succinct splash in seas,...
#LifeAsAWriter
#misunderstood
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#art
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da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
1st Sep 2019 1:41am
1st Sep 2019 1:41am
Mental Revolution
The revolution won't be televised; it begins within our minds
Ignorance is being personified and being glorified
Telling youth it's cool to be fools & sealing it with a kiss
The days of old when we were bold are now surely missed
When we raised up our fist & put 'em high in the sky
When more artists would decide to exercise their 3rd eyes
It was less about getting high & more on how to rise
We should all aspire to inspire each other to rise
Teaching that if we fall to get up a thousand times
Tired of the same narrative...
Ignorance is being personified and being glorified
Telling youth it's cool to be fools & sealing it with a kiss
The days of old when we were bold are now surely missed
When we raised up our fist & put 'em high in the sky
When more artists would decide to exercise their 3rd eyes
It was less about getting high & more on how to rise
We should all aspire to inspire each other to rise
Teaching that if we fall to get up a thousand times
Tired of the same narrative...
#inspirational
#music
#lyrics
#art
#rap
46 reads
2 Comments
Pilan_8
Mical
Mical
Poem Published
31st Aug 2019 2:35am
31st Aug 2019 2:35am
[arrange amorphous]
arrange amorphous
superfluous words dancing
born writers assume
for they hear them silently
just as a musician plays them
superfluous words dancing
born writers assume
for they hear them silently
just as a musician plays them
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#tanka
#art
42 reads
6 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
27th Aug 2019 5:56am
27th Aug 2019 5:56am
8/25/19
Cloudless sunsets
Can be pretty too
From goldenrod
To wine
To tired blue
Can be pretty too
From goldenrod
To wine
To tired blue
#sun
#sky
#art
35 reads
2 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
26th Aug 2019 6:04pm
26th Aug 2019 6:04pm
I Call Him The Spectator
He watches,
from up high on my wall.
He's never impressed
or happy, he just hangs there
kinda waiting yet always knowing
everything will always be melancholy,
he's, we are cool with that.
from up high on my wall.
He's never impressed
or happy, he just hangs there
kinda waiting yet always knowing
everything will always be melancholy,
he's, we are cool with that.
#art
54 reads
8 Comments
Pilan_8
Mical
Mical
Poem Published
24th Aug 2019 4:22pm
24th Aug 2019 4:22pm
[paradox of words]
paradox of words
as beautiful as they are
create paradigms
limiting prisons of thought
artists are here to shatter
as beautiful as they are
create paradigms
limiting prisons of thought
artists are here to shatter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#tanka #art
#tanka #art
32 reads
2 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2019 11:54am
22nd Aug 2019 11:54am
E 34
Bold
Vibrancy
Balance
Expressionism
Vibrancy
Balance
Expressionism
#art
53 reads
10 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2019 9:28am
22nd Aug 2019 9:28am
at the hospital
At the hospital
At the waiting sit my wife is in with her doctor
In front of me to comely women sit one wears
A big bun in the back of her hair, the other one
A smaller bun.
I speculate if this bun difference manifests
Itself in their nether regions. My moral self,
steps in: don’t think like that the Me-too will
come after you, and that is scary,
A woman in a wheelchair throws up in a bag
Compose herself put lipstick on and wink
At me. No, thank you. I'm not wheeling you around
Anytime soon.
My wife is leaving the...
At the waiting sit my wife is in with her doctor
In front of me to comely women sit one wears
A big bun in the back of her hair, the other one
A smaller bun.
I speculate if this bun difference manifests
Itself in their nether regions. My moral self,
steps in: don’t think like that the Me-too will
come after you, and that is scary,
A woman in a wheelchair throws up in a bag
Compose herself put lipstick on and wink
At me. No, thank you. I'm not wheeling you around
Anytime soon.
My wife is leaving the...
#porn
#art
#meditation #reading
#meditation #reading
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