Poems About Art Seeking Friendly Advice
#art
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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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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Lament of a Creator (Not an Artist)
I often get asked how I got so good at art, it’s an assumption really. The question requires one to assume that I worked to become this way, and implies the existence of a mentor. The brush in my hands is self guided, held only in my fingers. I assume I doodled so long in the margins they spread into a mural.
I cannot imagine a painting before I create it, I cannot see the colors in my head. I cannot grasp perspective, I cannot draw exact. I lack the basics needed to be an artist, and yet I create in spite. Perhaps it’s the red stubborn streak in me that makes me create my works...
I cannot imagine a painting before I create it, I cannot see the colors in my head. I cannot grasp perspective, I cannot draw exact. I lack the basics needed to be an artist, and yet I create in spite. Perhaps it’s the red stubborn streak in me that makes me create my works...
#art
#bittersweet
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Tale of two lovers
This is a tale of two lovers
preoccupied by one another
hands and mouths touch
cupid watches and hovers.
Soon as cupid decides to strike
breaths become very shallow
bodies begin to radiate heat
and every action feels hallow.
We two become intertwined
attempts of becoming one
our chests touch one another
boundaries quickly now undone.
As our bums would begin to thrust
heavy and thick becomes the air
our intimacy becomes ecstasy
two lovers eyes lock and stare.
Approaching on a mountaintop ...
preoccupied by one another
hands and mouths touch
cupid watches and hovers.
Soon as cupid decides to strike
breaths become very shallow
bodies begin to radiate heat
and every action feels hallow.
We two become intertwined
attempts of becoming one
our chests touch one another
boundaries quickly now undone.
As our bums would begin to thrust
heavy and thick becomes the air
our intimacy becomes ecstasy
two lovers eyes lock and stare.
Approaching on a mountaintop ...
#art
#erotic
#love
#romantic
#sensual
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Fashion Stain
You and I together
linked in forever
Following the sienna sunset
at Clearwater Beach
Roller-coaster waves
as background noise
Too many pictures
striking a pose
Ink on my skin
sprinkled with sticky sand
complimenting your name
alive on my hand
Dye me
trace me with marks
dress me with henna
my new favorite
Fashion Stain
Designed with scrolls
and flowers like extensions
from my veins because
that's how you make me feel
Owning my femininity
with...
linked in forever
Following the sienna sunset
at Clearwater Beach
Roller-coaster waves
as background noise
Too many pictures
striking a pose
Ink on my skin
sprinkled with sticky sand
complimenting your name
alive on my hand
Dye me
trace me with marks
dress me with henna
my new favorite
Fashion Stain
Designed with scrolls
and flowers like extensions
from my veins because
that's how you make me feel
Owning my femininity
with...
#art
#FallingInLove
#love
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Palette & Craft
My eyes and hands begin to weave,
they cross like cursive.
A visual dance,
as I dissect the color wheel.
Brush strokes press on the fabric,
golden nuance as my base.
Ruddy brown, the comforting tempera.
Breathe life into it...
Finding the dimension, the light play
coming forth through the depth.
Neutralize, enhance.
It is all a courting expression.
Pressing its lips against my imagination.
The theory. The theory of color.
Wrapping around my insides like a million petals.
The...
they cross like cursive.
A visual dance,
as I dissect the color wheel.
Brush strokes press on the fabric,
golden nuance as my base.
Ruddy brown, the comforting tempera.
Breathe life into it...
Finding the dimension, the light play
coming forth through the depth.
Neutralize, enhance.
It is all a courting expression.
Pressing its lips against my imagination.
The theory. The theory of color.
Wrapping around my insides like a million petals.
The...
#admiration
#art
#gratitude #water
#gratitude #water
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