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.
The One Day My Sister Picks To Do Some Nude Photography
Alexandra was standing naked
and staring at the Manhattan
skyline while Rachel was in
the process of snapping
some photographs just
before Brandon
walks in on
the two
friends.
and staring at the Manhattan
skyline while Rachel was in
the process of snapping
some photographs just
before Brandon
walks in on
the two
friends.
#art
#city
#fiction
#friendship
#sex
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living in the city
i could
hear
the sirens,
like
a bullhorn,
how if
i could
sink deeper
into sleep,
but these
dreams
keep me
awake,
i find
the
uniqueness
touching
of bodies,
day city
and night
city
long married,
have not
always
suited me,
and at
times her
voice too
low,
too loud,
now,
as the
streetlight
eyes open,
i am
up, what
will she
invite me
into
this evening.
hear
the sirens,
like
a bullhorn,
how if
i could
sink deeper
into sleep,
but these
dreams
keep me
awake,
i find
the
uniqueness
touching
of bodies,
day city
and night
city
long married,
have not
always
suited me,
and at
times her
voice too
low,
too loud,
now,
as the
streetlight
eyes open,
i am
up, what
will she
invite me
into
this evening.
#art
#city
#culture
#home
#risk
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Traits or characteristics
At what point does my trait become a disorder
My fleeting emotions become apathy
And all the little treats I savor become an addiction
Sweet whispers to the liquid love in my veins
When does becoming more monster and less man
Become a real problem.
My fleeting emotions become apathy
And all the little treats I savor become an addiction
Sweet whispers to the liquid love in my veins
When does becoming more monster and less man
Become a real problem.
#art
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#passion
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Shut the f**k up and write
Art?
Fuck art!!
Fuck me, Fuck You!
Fuck all of it!
Just fucking do it!!!!
Whatever it is
However it turns out is the way it is
Poetry!??
Fuck poetry!!
Fuck poets, fuck poems!
Most poets are pretentious stupid assholes that think they know everything and everyone
Quite a few I had the honor to meet here on this site
You don't have the key or knowledge to unlock anything
Many of you know so much about nothing at all
Did you truly read what you just wrote
You sound pathetic
The use of...
Fuck art!!
Fuck me, Fuck You!
Fuck all of it!
Just fucking do it!!!!
Whatever it is
However it turns out is the way it is
Poetry!??
Fuck poetry!!
Fuck poets, fuck poems!
Most poets are pretentious stupid assholes that think they know everything and everyone
Quite a few I had the honor to meet here on this site
You don't have the key or knowledge to unlock anything
Many of you know so much about nothing at all
Did you truly read what you just wrote
You sound pathetic
The use of...
#anger
#art
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#frustration
#WritingPoetry
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14 Comments
Back to Regular Programming
Minimalism
New Art
Painted Chopsticks
Use what you have …
New Art
Painted Chopsticks
Use what you have …
#art
#identity
#learning
#meditation
#PersonalGrowth
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16 Comments
They Saw Each Other At Art Class
Sabrina dropped that one robe.
She looked over her shoulder at Richard.
They smiled at each other.
She looked over her shoulder at Richard.
They smiled at each other.
#art
#beauty
#fiction
#romantic
#school
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In the Shadows of Art History
In the shadows where time undos,
a Professor of arts, with eyes shining,
revealing secrets from a dark past
where brushes and paints hide the cold.
Frames whispering pain stories
of artists lost in an eternal torpor.
Colors that bleed, forms that scream
on each screen, souls that stir.
The room darkens, the silence is deadly.
The Professor mutters an infernal tale
of a painter who sold his soul to the devil
to create works of an ineffable terror.
Fates weave cruel destination wires
while the Furies...
a Professor of arts, with eyes shining,
revealing secrets from a dark past
where brushes and paints hide the cold.
Frames whispering pain stories
of artists lost in an eternal torpor.
Colors that bleed, forms that scream
on each screen, souls that stir.
The room darkens, the silence is deadly.
The Professor mutters an infernal tale
of a painter who sold his soul to the devil
to create works of an ineffable terror.
Fates weave cruel destination wires
while the Furies...
#admiration
#art
#emotions
#job
#passion
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I Need To Get This Portrait Done And Home
Just
paint the
portrait and
stop staring at
my tramp stamp. I need
to get this portrait done
and home. My husband's birthday
is tonight and I want
to surprise him with...! Are you taking
your clothes off? You've got the wrong idea.
paint the
portrait and
stop staring at
my tramp stamp. I need
to get this portrait done
and home. My husband's birthday
is tonight and I want
to surprise him with...! Are you taking
your clothes off? You've got the wrong idea.
#art
#birthday
#dialogue
#fiction
#sex
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To Los Angeles For A Fresh Start
Ashley moved herself
to Los Angeles for a
fresh start and began
posing naked for Larry
Flint's porn magazine Hustler.
to Los Angeles for a
fresh start and began
posing naked for Larry
Flint's porn magazine Hustler.
#art
#beauty
#fiction
#sex
#tanka
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4 Comments
To Do More Than Paint The Portrait
As soon as Richard saw his model
Rebecca sitting naked on
the bed and smiling at him,
he suddenly felt the
inspiration to
do more than paint
the portrait
of his
friend.
Rebecca sitting naked on
the bed and smiling at him,
he suddenly felt the
inspiration to
do more than paint
the portrait
of his
friend.
#art
#fiction
#friendship
#home
#sex
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before a joy waving at night
It's too hot
windows up and
nonchalantly
I look at the red brick wall next door
in the meantime
a fragile maple tree trunk
holding the square holes of the mosquito net
and is climbing up
My room
My desk
My bed
looking at my clothes
How happy am I?
Even in the midst of the winter to come
without pulling down the blind
Nor will I lower the windows
I'll be able to say hello to the neighbors
I've never spoken to before
What a joy!
Can i do it?
WAVING...
windows up and
nonchalantly
I look at the red brick wall next door
in the meantime
a fragile maple tree trunk
holding the square holes of the mosquito net
and is climbing up
My room
My desk
My bed
looking at my clothes
How happy am I?
Even in the midst of the winter to come
without pulling down the blind
Nor will I lower the windows
I'll be able to say hello to the neighbors
I've never spoken to before
What a joy!
Can i do it?
WAVING...
#art
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first love
in the evening
approach like darkness
at dawn
leave like light.
approach like darkness
at dawn
leave like light.
#art
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