Poems About Art Seeking Friendly Advice
#art
a Grimoire 's art
my love is bronze sky
interlacing garlands being drawn
canvassing
this pain(t) is old
amidst vetiver hung low
veil fluttering patchouli
brittle bone brittle heart
jargon blushing brushing
I walk with Sappho
she whispers as her
proclaiming fingers hold
our fountain pens move
a name is given
ripe fruit rests
vessels ...
interlacing garlands being drawn
canvassing
this pain(t) is old
amidst vetiver hung low
veil fluttering patchouli
brittle bone brittle heart
jargon blushing brushing
I walk with Sappho
she whispers as her
proclaiming fingers hold
our fountain pens move
a name is given
ripe fruit rests
vessels ...
#art
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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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Warhol of Love
Warhol of Love
“Your bed sheets are tangled as though you’d just come in from a drunk. You must drink like a fish to have let your bed get into such a disarray.”
“I am a social drinker. Just a glass of Pinot Noir gets me through the night.”
“In the spirit of the women’s temperance society I look askance at men who need alcohol to make their nights placid. Is the liquor a red herring for a deeper existential angst such as a conflict between the id and the superego?”
“Not at all. My self-esteem is just fine why thank you.”
“I see you...
“Your bed sheets are tangled as though you’d just come in from a drunk. You must drink like a fish to have let your bed get into such a disarray.”
“I am a social drinker. Just a glass of Pinot Noir gets me through the night.”
“In the spirit of the women’s temperance society I look askance at men who need alcohol to make their nights placid. Is the liquor a red herring for a deeper existential angst such as a conflict between the id and the superego?”
“Not at all. My self-esteem is just fine why thank you.”
“I see you...
#art
#books
#funny
#learning
#romantic
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Ghost of Giselle Haunts the Gallery After Lucifer’s Fire
#apocalypse
#art
#erotic
#love
#sensual
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A wince of a dally
The hue of our palette
The stain of our pages
Collages of perspective
Equipping the sages
Transforming our canvas
With the stroke of a brush
leathering clever in romances of lush
A wince of a dally
A rinse of intention
A new colour collected
To commit my attention
Feathered in azure
And trimmed with chartreuse
A lilt of dark crimson
To flatter the muse
A showpiece of whimsy
To beckon the eyes
Visions of brilliance
And the zeal it derives
The colours...
The stain of our pages
Collages of perspective
Equipping the sages
Transforming our canvas
With the stroke of a brush
leathering clever in romances of lush
A wince of a dally
A rinse of intention
A new colour collected
To commit my attention
Feathered in azure
And trimmed with chartreuse
A lilt of dark crimson
To flatter the muse
A showpiece of whimsy
To beckon the eyes
Visions of brilliance
And the zeal it derives
The colours...
#art
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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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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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Gaiart (5-7-5 Haiku)
Colours
of
nature
A
myriad
tapestries
Beautiful
Gaia
by Jemia
of
nature
A
myriad
tapestries
Beautiful
Gaia
by Jemia
#art
#beauty
#nature
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Unlaced
A soirée of the misguided
A mingle of minds
Tellers of bold
And prancers of shine
Absorbing the vibe
In the melodic rile
Flowered headdresses
And seventies style
Flashy and garish
Fabrics in tweed
psychedelics a plenty
And so is the weed
Carefree with whimsy
Exhaling the earth
Pleasure the moments
Brimming with mirth
Dance as the wind blows
and treasure the while
Live by the wisdom
That leaven’s the aisle
Wash the path of all hindrance ...
A mingle of minds
Tellers of bold
And prancers of shine
Absorbing the vibe
In the melodic rile
Flowered headdresses
And seventies style
Flashy and garish
Fabrics in tweed
psychedelics a plenty
And so is the weed
Carefree with whimsy
Exhaling the earth
Pleasure the moments
Brimming with mirth
Dance as the wind blows
and treasure the while
Live by the wisdom
That leaven’s the aisle
Wash the path of all hindrance ...
#art
#dance
#freedom #music
#freedom #music
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The Silent Scream
"Catching flies?"
Said a local wag
Upon passing
A seemingly yawning stranger
Mouth agape
Fixed, like sellotape
Silent
Eyes staring
Inwardly looking
At the horror within
Something beyond their comprehension
The terror so extreme
They are incapable
Of making any sound
Strangled in fear
Muted, and lockjawed
As the inner demons near
The stranger holds their head
In despair
Fearing decapitation
Or worse
Losing their mind
A mind already lost
And within this silent scream ...
Said a local wag
Upon passing
A seemingly yawning stranger
Mouth agape
Fixed, like sellotape
Silent
Eyes staring
Inwardly looking
At the horror within
Something beyond their comprehension
The terror so extreme
They are incapable
Of making any sound
Strangled in fear
Muted, and lockjawed
As the inner demons near
The stranger holds their head
In despair
Fearing decapitation
Or worse
Losing their mind
A mind already lost
And within this silent scream ...
#art
#confusion
#MentalHealth #philosophical
#MentalHealth #philosophical
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Proud
I very often feel like my parents aren’t proud of me.
Then, suddenly, something happened.
I made a painting for my father,
It was a dinosaur.
He said he loved it and that was that.
Yesterday while celebrating the 4th overheard him speaking to someone.
“He’s gonna start performing with his guitar!”
“Oh that’s great, he’s so talented.”
“He really is, did you see the painting he made me? It’s so cool!”
I stood there as still and quiet as I could,
I was so happy...
Then, suddenly, something happened.
I made a painting for my father,
It was a dinosaur.
He said he loved it and that was that.
Yesterday while celebrating the 4th overheard him speaking to someone.
“He’s gonna start performing with his guitar!”
“Oh that’s great, he’s so talented.”
“He really is, did you see the painting he made me? It’s so cool!”
I stood there as still and quiet as I could,
I was so happy...
#art
#father
#happiness
#parent
#SelfWorth
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