Poems About Art Seeking Friendly Advice
#art
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
30th Apr 2025 10:34pm
30th Apr 2025 10:34pm
Genuine
I do not want to surprise you in a poem
I am not an entertainer
Call me a bad writer even
I express my thoughts
in paper
and if they are boring it is ok
they are genuine
and mine
I am not an entertainer
Call me a bad writer even
I express my thoughts
in paper
and if they are boring it is ok
they are genuine
and mine
#art
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 4:04am
18th Apr 2025 4:04am
Harvest From the Tomb
I sow these seeds of love for future’s bloom;
commit them to the dark in hope of light,
through dank decay, to harvest from the tomb.
When melancholy clouds my lover’s mind
and tenderness awakens only spite,
still, I sow seeds of love for future’s bloom.
Likewise, when bleakness threatens to consume,
or apathy tells me “give up the fight,”
despite decay, I’ll harvest from the tomb.
Though we can’t see the pattern on the loom,
we work our threads with patience day and night
to sow our seeds of love for future’s...
commit them to the dark in hope of light,
through dank decay, to harvest from the tomb.
When melancholy clouds my lover’s mind
and tenderness awakens only spite,
still, I sow seeds of love for future’s bloom.
Likewise, when bleakness threatens to consume,
or apathy tells me “give up the fight,”
despite decay, I’ll harvest from the tomb.
Though we can’t see the pattern on the loom,
we work our threads with patience day and night
to sow our seeds of love for future’s...
#art
#death
#love
#villanelle
#WritingPoetry
107 reads
12 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 1:05am
16th Apr 2025 1:05am
Everyday
Everyday, it's wake up, walk, make breakfast, be at the whim of my drunk sister's every command (although I have to block her number because I can't fulfill all of them), talk to friends throughout the day, clean if my chronic fatigue allows for it, write or read if my brain isn't too fogged, etc.
I can't get myself to do much. I'm too drained from dealing with toxic family members. I'm lucky when I can get away from them, but other times, I'm not too lucky.
I'm still not sure of how I haven't fainted yet. Definitely don't have the Instagram worthy lifestyle although I'm...
I can't get myself to do much. I'm too drained from dealing with toxic family members. I'm lucky when I can get away from them, but other times, I'm not too lucky.
I'm still not sure of how I haven't fainted yet. Definitely don't have the Instagram worthy lifestyle although I'm...
#art
#freedom
#passion #reading
#passion #reading
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missjem56
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 2:47pm
2nd Apr 2025 2:47pm
The Naked Poet!
For those artists
That have sketched, etched, charcoaled
And painted me, whilst i'm modelling
The only difference is
That i'll be reading prose, as i pose, i suppose
For those spillers of fabulous words, and music
And any creative performer that have heard my words
The only difference
Is that i'll be posing, whilst i'm prosing, i'm supposing
But there is an element of doubt
Whether i want my everything to hang out
My concern, is not about being discreet
It is my genuine requirement for heat!
by Jemia
That have sketched, etched, charcoaled
And painted me, whilst i'm modelling
The only difference is
That i'll be reading prose, as i pose, i suppose
For those spillers of fabulous words, and music
And any creative performer that have heard my words
The only difference
Is that i'll be posing, whilst i'm prosing, i'm supposing
But there is an element of doubt
Whether i want my everything to hang out
My concern, is not about being discreet
It is my genuine requirement for heat!
by Jemia
#art
#freedom
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
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1 Comment
TheMimoJimi
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 4:13am
16th Feb 2025 4:13am
Happiness
Up, up,
down, down,
left, right,
left, right,
B, A,
start
Happiness
is
a
truly
important
art
down, down,
left, right,
left, right,
B, A,
start
Happiness
is
a
truly
important
art
#art
#happiness
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Pishashee
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
The Carbon Family Picnic
The Carbon Clan's
Autumn Harvest
Cornucopia
At Evergreen Meadow,
Chapter 1
The air shimmered with a crisp, autumnal chill. It was the eve of the harvest moon, a night of abundance and gratitude, when the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place to celebrate the year's bounty. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional gathering spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm, golden smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family,...
Autumn Harvest
Cornucopia
At Evergreen Meadow,
Chapter 1
The air shimmered with a crisp, autumnal chill. It was the eve of the harvest moon, a night of abundance and gratitude, when the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place to celebrate the year's bounty. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional gathering spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm, golden smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family,...
#art
#countryside
#identity
#nature
#relationships
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 2:25am
19th Jan 2025 2:25am
Color Storm
I vibe at the confluence of purple and pink
pinkle,
if you must
I swim in aqua
prescient dreams
a tranquil pool of trust
sometimes peach
feels within reach
social and a bit romantic
red enlivens here and there
just a touch
or the feeling gets too frantic
soft silvery gray
is a place I can stay
when I need to be off the air
dull and dusky earth tones
fill me with despair
lime green
is like a beam
to a goofy, happy place
puce is a color
I don't...
pinkle,
if you must
I swim in aqua
prescient dreams
a tranquil pool of trust
sometimes peach
feels within reach
social and a bit romantic
red enlivens here and there
just a touch
or the feeling gets too frantic
soft silvery gray
is a place I can stay
when I need to be off the air
dull and dusky earth tones
fill me with despair
lime green
is like a beam
to a goofy, happy place
puce is a color
I don't...
#art
#beauty
#emotions
181 reads
5 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 2:27am
8th Dec 2024 2:27am
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
177 reads
11 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 10:09am
23rd Nov 2024 10:09am
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
212 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 2:10pm
25th Oct 2024 2:10pm
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
168 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2024 2:36am
22nd Sep 2024 2:36am
Ghost of Giselle Haunts the Gallery After Lucifer’s Fire
#apocalypse
#art
#erotic
#love
#sensual
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
21st Sep 2024 6:32am
21st Sep 2024 6:32am
The Consciousness of Blur
Hocus Pocus
lose the focus
if you want to see a different way
Consciousness is a slow shutter speed
dreams are a time exposure
Freeze a sports play
and you have a detailed truth
But freeze a waterfall
and
you've
lied.
lose the focus
if you want to see a different way
Consciousness is a slow shutter speed
dreams are a time exposure
Freeze a sports play
and you have a detailed truth
But freeze a waterfall
and
you've
lied.
#art
#technology
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