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.
Flock of Brushstrokes
Beneath the silence of the gallery,
calm, in front of the ancient still life.
The solitary figure cradles,
in the soft glow, the soul binds.
Brushstrokes capture ephemerality,
rich colors, vibrating tactile textures,
ripe fruit and flowers in a flock
as if breathing in the air.
A deep connection the canvas evokes,
transported to the painting, suspended time.
Details touch it like a light breeze,
melancholy that becomes immense.
Lost in rapture all feels small
and at the same time, deeply human. ...
calm, in front of the ancient still life.
The solitary figure cradles,
in the soft glow, the soul binds.
Brushstrokes capture ephemerality,
rich colors, vibrating tactile textures,
ripe fruit and flowers in a flock
as if breathing in the air.
A deep connection the canvas evokes,
transported to the painting, suspended time.
Details touch it like a light breeze,
melancholy that becomes immense.
Lost in rapture all feels small
and at the same time, deeply human. ...
#art
#birds
#flowers
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Less News, More Art
What survives the centuries?
Art.
There have always been fires,
both real and metaphorical.
They are currently burning fast and furious
with plenty more on the way.
Enough with the ceremonial doom dance around each one.
Less news.
More art.
Create it every way you can.
And dance to celebrate the joy.
Art.
There have always been fires,
both real and metaphorical.
They are currently burning fast and furious
with plenty more on the way.
Enough with the ceremonial doom dance around each one.
Less news.
More art.
Create it every way you can.
And dance to celebrate the joy.
#art
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11 Comments
the national gallery
after looking at the
paintings
we went to the shop
and bought postcards of
the paintings
are great, but I like
to take home
little postcards
paintings
we went to the shop
and bought postcards of
the paintings
are great, but I like
to take home
little postcards
#art
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PoetSpeak ( Cowboy )
Expression series IV
#admiration
#art
#gratitude
#LifeAsAWriter
#respect
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Dime Bag
Back in the day
That’s what we called it
Stopped doing that stuff long ago
Now just a beer
Some bourbon
A little trouble as I’m known to say
Drugs terms make good art
That’s what I do
Take what’s given
Tell a story
Painting a picture
Divine in morning light …
That’s what we called it
Stopped doing that stuff long ago
Now just a beer
Some bourbon
A little trouble as I’m known to say
Drugs terms make good art
That’s what I do
Take what’s given
Tell a story
Painting a picture
Divine in morning light …
#art
#WritingPoetry
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Latest
Art collage
#art
#minimalist
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Trodden Paths Not In Vain
"Paint in silence”
“The Weight of Temp”
Colour your canvas and spill your Art
shake and awaken many a heart
Untether your soul
from your whole
escape mundane and time
and let your brush rhyme
Have Man radiate
pour oil colours on his trait
Carve his seized dreams
and his insight of flowing streams
Let me read his cry of birth
and see the drops of tears on earth
A valiant core, the shell is worn
could not be broken, though torn
You display a challenging stand
behind a back forced to bend ...
“The Weight of Temp”
Colour your canvas and spill your Art
shake and awaken many a heart
Untether your soul
from your whole
escape mundane and time
and let your brush rhyme
Have Man radiate
pour oil colours on his trait
Carve his seized dreams
and his insight of flowing streams
Let me read his cry of birth
and see the drops of tears on earth
A valiant core, the shell is worn
could not be broken, though torn
You display a challenging stand
behind a back forced to bend ...
#art
#beauty
#FreeVerse
#humankind
#prose
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Life Goals
they'll beat you
starve you
then praise you when you're dead
gone mad
homeless
drinking till it all makes sense
they'll take everything
as you gave
giving everlasting dreams
all it cost was a nightmare
lord help this poor soul
life goals
like Poe
over worked
with outrageous goals
no one hears the cries
shouting out as tries
everyday living in poverty
what he wouldn't give
for some recognition
but every attempt drives him crazy
cutting off his...
starve you
then praise you when you're dead
gone mad
homeless
drinking till it all makes sense
they'll take everything
as you gave
giving everlasting dreams
all it cost was a nightmare
lord help this poor soul
life goals
like Poe
over worked
with outrageous goals
no one hears the cries
shouting out as tries
everyday living in poverty
what he wouldn't give
for some recognition
but every attempt drives him crazy
cutting off his...
#art
#WritingPoetry
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the blind man and the musician
if i could
find
my eyes,
i would
cry for
the musician,
his music
is more
lovelier
than i
deserve
to hear,
forbid
when he
may fall ill,
and can
no longer
play,
for to
not hear
his music,
take my
ears
as well,
i will
need them
no longer.
find
my eyes,
i would
cry for
the musician,
his music
is more
lovelier
than i
deserve
to hear,
forbid
when he
may fall ill,
and can
no longer
play,
for to
not hear
his music,
take my
ears
as well,
i will
need them
no longer.
#admiration
#art
#happiness
#inspirational
#music
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Complaint
Listening all night to the rain.
He stays locked in his brain.
Echoes of memories, a sweet pain.
Dreams wave in a silent chain.
Through the window, droplets strain.
Time blurs, feeling half-insane.
Soft whispers in a distant lane.
His heartbeats, a quick refrain.
The night deepens, grave's domain.
Midnight shadows, emotions drain.
Lonely teardrops, nothing to gain.
Yet his image still remains.
Love’s melody, a haunting plane.
Bound by sorrow, love and bane.
His soul calls out in vain.
...
He stays locked in his brain.
Echoes of memories, a sweet pain.
Dreams wave in a silent chain.
Through the window, droplets strain.
Time blurs, feeling half-insane.
Soft whispers in a distant lane.
His heartbeats, a quick refrain.
The night deepens, grave's domain.
Midnight shadows, emotions drain.
Lonely teardrops, nothing to gain.
Yet his image still remains.
Love’s melody, a haunting plane.
Bound by sorrow, love and bane.
His soul calls out in vain.
...
#art
#flowers
#healing
#night
#rain
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Homage to Figures of Art and Poetry
Barons of masterful verse,
your words are beautiful gardens
watered by rains of oblivion,
where vivid dreams dissolve
and life writhes unseen
like breath folded into air,
or rivers merging into streams.
Shakespeare,
you are a mirror of shadow and grace.
Angels whisper in your lines,
their tender voices echo
through pine-darkened countries
and the glaciers of time.
Dante,
you sing through infernal nights,
casting the lone light of a crucifix.
Prayers rise from despair,
exhaled like smoke, ...
your words are beautiful gardens
watered by rains of oblivion,
where vivid dreams dissolve
and life writhes unseen
like breath folded into air,
or rivers merging into streams.
Shakespeare,
you are a mirror of shadow and grace.
Angels whisper in your lines,
their tender voices echo
through pine-darkened countries
and the glaciers of time.
Dante,
you sing through infernal nights,
casting the lone light of a crucifix.
Prayers rise from despair,
exhaled like smoke, ...
#art
#beauty
#identity
#StreamOfConsciousness
#WritingPoetry
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Dylan Sent Eric A Card
Dylan sent Eric a card.
It's her naked next to the tree.
"Merry Christmas" are the words.
It's her naked next to the tree.
"Merry Christmas" are the words.
#art
#Christmas
#fiction
#friendship
#sex
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