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.
Ode to The Persistence of Memory
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tock tock
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tock |___ tock
tick tick
tock tock
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The hands of time keep moving
Without stopping
or s-l-o-w-i-n-g down
But in my mind I’m drawn toward some surreal dream
To somewhere in –
- and out of memory
Maybe it’s the
nostalgia
Maybe it’s...
tock tock
tick tick
tock |___ tock
tick tick
tock tock
tick
The hands of time keep moving
Without stopping
or s-l-o-w-i-n-g down
But in my mind I’m drawn toward some surreal dream
To somewhere in –
- and out of memory
Maybe it’s the
nostalgia
Maybe it’s...
#dreams
#art
#surreal
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For The Centerfold Of This Month's Issue
Might
as well
go ahead
and strip before
I let that one guy
snap some photos of me
for the centerfold of this
month's issue of Hustler. I just
hope that Dad would not buy a copy
or he would really go ballistic.
as well
go ahead
and strip before
I let that one guy
snap some photos of me
for the centerfold of this
month's issue of Hustler. I just
hope that Dad would not buy a copy
or he would really go ballistic.
#art
#dialogue
#family
#fiction
#sex
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Panda Monium
Art is a demon
exorcizing possession
of an infantile regiment
prescribing mediums
to cure by orders
March on!
over a child infantry
trigger finger painting
holy water guns
on the streets of Hamburg
begging Mutter,
'Gibt mir dat'
knowing damn well
when they grow up
the Beast will take more for less
Do what I say, not what I do
leading robots, batteries not
included AA triple tow threat
a real wrecker with no automobile
shot gun stream of consciousness
blows me...
exorcizing possession
of an infantile regiment
prescribing mediums
to cure by orders
March on!
over a child infantry
trigger finger painting
holy water guns
on the streets of Hamburg
begging Mutter,
'Gibt mir dat'
knowing damn well
when they grow up
the Beast will take more for less
Do what I say, not what I do
leading robots, batteries not
included AA triple tow threat
a real wrecker with no automobile
shot gun stream of consciousness
blows me...
#art
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admiration
my words are merely raindrops; yours- the weekly forecast; you'd sing lead with the choir well- I'd rather seek the pew;
I could sketch by sight more-less; you could fill art galleries; there's much to be admired; there's range and volume in your passion; I'm just purging with my words;
you'd drown me like the ocean- or scorch me with your rage; the ocean is your canvas; I'm fine with ponds and lakes....
you're seasoned with the music- piano chords you play; your tendency of song choice- leave...
I could sketch by sight more-less; you could fill art galleries; there's much to be admired; there's range and volume in your passion; I'm just purging with my words;
you'd drown me like the ocean- or scorch me with your rage; the ocean is your canvas; I'm fine with ponds and lakes....
you're seasoned with the music- piano chords you play; your tendency of song choice- leave...
#admiration
#respect
#philosophical #art
#philosophical #art
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No Thanks. I'm Just Here To Visit A Friend.
Tim came to Glendale early.
He caught Michelle posing naked for Monique.
Monique asked Tim to join.
He caught Michelle posing naked for Monique.
Monique asked Tim to join.
#art
#confusion
#fiction
#friendship
#sex
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How we create
I write these words of the deepness of thoughts and creativity, to inspire all who have a passion to create. Whether it's from pen to paper or paint to canvas, for I am a firm believer as a writer, that we all have special talents as it is something that we love.
For sure it's something that we do in order to express, our thoughts and insight and feelings and imagination. As we release the gifted talents that we have to be able, to create something that is apart of us to share with others and the world 🌎 🪬 SHAMAN 🪬
For sure it's something that we do in order to express, our thoughts and insight and feelings and imagination. As we release the gifted talents that we have to be able, to create something that is apart of us to share with others and the world 🌎 🪬 SHAMAN 🪬
#art
#dreams
#PersonalGrowth
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
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Kirstie's Really Got Guts

#art
#betrayal
#dialogue
#fiction
#friendship
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Why is Art?
I sometimes think
that when you’re young
you think of art as
a provocation,
and when you’re old
you take it as
a comfort more
than anything,
and in between
it serves as both
depending on
each need and want.
that when you’re young
you think of art as
a provocation,
and when you’re old
you take it as
a comfort more
than anything,
and in between
it serves as both
depending on
each need and want.
#aging
#art
#MovingOn #SelfDiscovery
#MovingOn #SelfDiscovery
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One Session With An Artist
She walked towards the artist.
She dropped the robe and sat naked.
The artist paints her portrait.
She dropped the robe and sat naked.
The artist paints her portrait.
#acceptance
#art
#fiction
#sex
#success
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As Ready As You Are
I'm ready, Gary. Are you?
Yes, Heather. As ready as you are.
Okay, Julianne. Let's do this.
Gary, press your naked body against Heather's.
And stand still while I snap pictures.
Yes, Heather. As ready as you are.
Okay, Julianne. Let's do this.
Gary, press your naked body against Heather's.
And stand still while I snap pictures.
#art
#dialogue
#fiction
#friendship
#sex
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What She Did In Front Of An Art School Class
Marina stepped into the classroom.
She dropped her robe and stood naked.
She gave Scott a smile.
She dropped her robe and stood naked.
She gave Scott a smile.
#art
#fiction
#lover
#school
#sex
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A World in Chains
How do you uncage a mind—
When the world is in chains?
Your tongue twists knives into brushstrokes,
measuring tape strangling wild winds,
trying to tame, frame, name—
caging the sky in a box too small for its storms.
Cemented thought-cracks splitting—
shards of why, / dissecting the veins of a butterfly’s cry,
your hands scalp the storm,
make a map from the scream—
like naming a star cages its fire.
You gut the unknown, call it science—
burn the art, call it proof—
turn passion into puzzles,
art into...
When the world is in chains?
Your tongue twists knives into brushstrokes,
measuring tape strangling wild winds,
trying to tame, frame, name—
caging the sky in a box too small for its storms.
Cemented thought-cracks splitting—
shards of why, / dissecting the veins of a butterfly’s cry,
your hands scalp the storm,
make a map from the scream—
like naming a star cages its fire.
You gut the unknown, call it science—
burn the art, call it proof—
turn passion into puzzles,
art into...
#art
#scary
#WritingPoetry
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