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.
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:11pm
Yesterday 3:11pm
E 25
Shipping Container Art
Heart Art
Seek
Find
Heart Art
Seek
Find
#art
18 reads
8 Comments
talking_mirrors
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:29am
Yesterday 9:29am
The “fake” Artist
Having looked through old work, I never actually drew one picture for a frame; that picture of Trish and Darry (Jeepers Creepers), with the yellow school bus for the car air-freshener, was actually drawn on the front of an envelope. I never draw and colour anything on the front of an envelope, so I took a chance with that one, as I’m paranoid someone at the post office would have took it for themselves, but it reached its destination.
Two weeks ago, having quickly looked through every series of the Porridge episodes, I drew a few pictures on some A5 paper; laminated it all and...
Two weeks ago, having quickly looked through every series of the Porridge episodes, I drew a few pictures on some A5 paper; laminated it all and...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#art
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inechoingsilence
Bumped 19th Jul 2019 4:42am
20th May 2019 1:56pm
20th May 2019 1:56pm
Deceptive Fraud
I illuminate my mind with devoted logic
Never again will I passively ascribe
To temporal promised salvation
I cleanse my eyes with holy water
Ridding myself of pining reverie
Fake cult with fakest prophet
Phony zealot, trickster- leader
Your immaculate love for all
Utterly rank, tainted sanctimony
Cherished creed an evil chimera
Multitudes adore, worship you
Impoverished individuals fall
Face down to the ground
Still giving beyond their means
Hoping for a sliver of affection
You preach acceptance,...
Never again will I passively ascribe
To temporal promised salvation
I cleanse my eyes with holy water
Ridding myself of pining reverie
Fake cult with fakest prophet
Phony zealot, trickster- leader
Your immaculate love for all
Utterly rank, tainted sanctimony
Cherished creed an evil chimera
Multitudes adore, worship you
Impoverished individuals fall
Face down to the ground
Still giving beyond their means
Hoping for a sliver of affection
You preach acceptance,...
#identity
#music
#art
#morality
#responsibility
92 reads
10 Comments
Tombird
Poem Published
19th Jul 2019 00:40am
19th Jul 2019 00:40am
Life of Leisure
Leaving my words behind
my stories bring me back to reality
You think about the past hour with me
Did I open your mind or
Nothing Completes me
I need to stay functional
Functionality
dysfunctional family tree sometimes
I thank god
can you believe in God with out law
without direction
without dictation
what is a God without command
without requests
without demands
Feels more like
my stories bring me back to reality
You think about the past hour with me
Did I open your mind or
Nothing Completes me
I need to stay functional
Functionality
dysfunctional family tree sometimes
I thank god
can you believe in God with out law
without direction
without dictation
what is a God without command
without requests
without demands
Feels more like
#art
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Tombird
Poem Published
18th Jul 2019 6:33am
18th Jul 2019 6:33am
Upward trajectory
Can’t let negativity get to me
I’ve got to let it be
Get on an upward trajectory
20 years old today
I put the flower in front of me
Can’t stop to doubt my ability
I’ve got to help you see
Maybe one day they’ll be
Less negativity
Less instability
It’s killing me
Perfection is an anomaly
A statistical oddity
You gotta be
who you oughta be
All this tomfoolery
Ignorance
Arrogance
Creativity
comes from a broken place
I’ve got to let it be
Get on an upward trajectory
20 years old today
I put the flower in front of me
Can’t stop to doubt my ability
I’ve got to help you see
Maybe one day they’ll be
Less negativity
Less instability
It’s killing me
Perfection is an anomaly
A statistical oddity
You gotta be
who you oughta be
All this tomfoolery
Ignorance
Arrogance
Creativity
comes from a broken place
#art
15 reads
2 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
18th Jul 2019 00:46am
18th Jul 2019 00:46am
MORNING SOUNDTRACK
I. Cantante de Ducha
Part curtain, SCREEEEEE! riding the rod
SHEEEEE! Frigid herald announces hot blast
Crowd roars...okay, okay the water roars
I'd like to do a Blues number for y'all...
a JT jam "Well I'm a steamroller baby..."
II. Cantante de Vestirse
Carole King, "Tapestry," side A
Memories of little Bobby unwittingly memorizing
On the floor, Indian style, portable phonograph feeds me
50 years gone, I haven't missed a beat
Once mysterious lyrics, now clear, vicissitudes of life informing
III....
Part curtain, SCREEEEEE! riding the rod
SHEEEEE! Frigid herald announces hot blast
Crowd roars...okay, okay the water roars
I'd like to do a Blues number for y'all...
a JT jam "Well I'm a steamroller baby..."
II. Cantante de Vestirse
Carole King, "Tapestry," side A
Memories of little Bobby unwittingly memorizing
On the floor, Indian style, portable phonograph feeds me
50 years gone, I haven't missed a beat
Once mysterious lyrics, now clear, vicissitudes of life informing
III....
#love
#music
#SelfReflection
#art
#passion
34 reads
6 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
15th Jul 2019 9:34am
15th Jul 2019 9:34am
sleapless in Cascais
Sleepless in Cascais
It was a strange night
Couldn’t sleep thoughts and images
Kept churning around and I was
Horrifyingly awake.
This is pointless, got up and drank
Several glasses of water, my brain
Was talking to me and I had no answer.
To distract myself I watched TV, till
Four in the morning slept like a baby
Until noon, the past is a bleak territory.
It was a strange night
Couldn’t sleep thoughts and images
Kept churning around and I was
Horrifyingly awake.
This is pointless, got up and drank
Several glasses of water, my brain
Was talking to me and I had no answer.
To distract myself I watched TV, till
Four in the morning slept like a baby
Until noon, the past is a bleak territory.
#identity
#beauty
#politics
#art
#morality
22 reads
0 Comments
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
11th Jul 2019 6:09am
11th Jul 2019 6:09am
Visionary
The canvas sits ready
Its meaning is heavy
Its easel is steady
Here comes the blind painter
Envoker, creator
Arts personal savior
Slow and unrushed
He wettens his brush
And dips in the blush
Strokes of his hue
All seem so new
As if right on queue
He streaks and he dashes
He dots and he lashes
His paintbrush, it dances
He dips in his colors
Drawing his wonders
Like a rainbow of lovers
There's everything that he's mentioned
In random precision ...
Its meaning is heavy
Its easel is steady
Here comes the blind painter
Envoker, creator
Arts personal savior
Slow and unrushed
He wettens his brush
And dips in the blush
Strokes of his hue
All seem so new
As if right on queue
He streaks and he dashes
He dots and he lashes
His paintbrush, it dances
He dips in his colors
Drawing his wonders
Like a rainbow of lovers
There's everything that he's mentioned
In random precision ...
#art
22 reads
5 Comments
LivDiane
Poem Published
11th Jul 2019 2:50am
11th Jul 2019 2:50am
Turning Points of Life
I’m a million different people
All just one day to the next
Somedays I take three things out
All in tandem with my steps
Simultaneously I am living
As I crave to be a creator
I help build online business
I like to be the silent player
I mix and manage my words
And that’s the biggest advantage
Cause I can pour it out on here
As well as projects that I manage
It’s just the endless well
Just begging me to tap into it
I’m finally at that crossroads
Where I might have to split
I...
All just one day to the next
Somedays I take three things out
All in tandem with my steps
Simultaneously I am living
As I crave to be a creator
I help build online business
I like to be the silent player
I mix and manage my words
And that’s the biggest advantage
Cause I can pour it out on here
As well as projects that I manage
It’s just the endless well
Just begging me to tap into it
I’m finally at that crossroads
Where I might have to split
I...
#dreams
#technology
#LifeGoals
#art
#choices
55 reads
15 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
8th Jul 2019 9:43pm
8th Jul 2019 9:43pm
Picture at an exibition
The Nunnery" it was a an impressive piece between the royal kings and queens
Portraits full of flattery, ermin robed, but all these held no stories
The artist like the poet uses metaphores
A life of devotion and hidden prayer, the natal unit the children abandoned at the door the sting like nettles in the foreground woven in the form of hearts.
To lead a pious life of formic acid so contrite
Christ on the cross looks down his skin brown like nicotine, benevolence a tan of sweetness but his halo's neon shine is dull and dim
Reflected in the pools the devils...
Portraits full of flattery, ermin robed, but all these held no stories
The artist like the poet uses metaphores
A life of devotion and hidden prayer, the natal unit the children abandoned at the door the sting like nettles in the foreground woven in the form of hearts.
To lead a pious life of formic acid so contrite
Christ on the cross looks down his skin brown like nicotine, benevolence a tan of sweetness but his halo's neon shine is dull and dim
Reflected in the pools the devils...
#faith
#art
23 reads
2 Comments
cold_fusion
Poem Published
8th Jul 2019 2:52pm
8th Jul 2019 2:52pm
silencing the critics
is easy
just show them the mirror
let them see
where they truly stand
critiquing a piece of art
is taking stabs at the shadow
that is cast
relative to an angle
[and time, in their life]
that they
are standing at
staying at the feet
of the statue of colossus
at midday
claiming it ain't colossus
'cause it only casts a tiny shadow
not proportional to its size
tell me whats wrong?
what does that say
about the self proclaimed art critic?
...
just show them the mirror
let them see
where they truly stand
critiquing a piece of art
is taking stabs at the shadow
that is cast
relative to an angle
[and time, in their life]
that they
are standing at
staying at the feet
of the statue of colossus
at midday
claiming it ain't colossus
'cause it only casts a tiny shadow
not proportional to its size
tell me whats wrong?
what does that say
about the self proclaimed art critic?
...
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#WritingPoetry
#art
#philosophical
86 reads
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
7th Jul 2019 6:20pm
7th Jul 2019 6:20pm
Shitshack Shubaloo in The Charnal Grounds
delux[e]
patterned hyperbolic
sentiment,
Curved
(as per yOur Learning Curve,
Sliding Scale, Mandatory Sentencing Guidelines,
or else,,,,,,what ?)
Piqued
interest, compunded daily, in hearts
and minds soon to be broken, shattered as
the thin glass of lightbulbs no longer lit
for their shatteredness.
( I
canno' condone the way...
patterned hyperbolic
sentiment,
Curved
(as per yOur Learning Curve,
Sliding Scale, Mandatory Sentencing Guidelines,
or else,,,,,,what ?)
Piqued
interest, compunded daily, in hearts
and minds soon to be broken, shattered as
the thin glass of lightbulbs no longer lit
for their shatteredness.
( I
canno' condone the way...
#children
#ghosts
#art
#separation
#daughter
25 reads
7 Comments
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