Poems About Art Seeking Friendly Advice
#art
missjem56
Poem Published
21st Aug 2024 12:43pm
21st Aug 2024 12:43pm
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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Everavalon
Poem Published
18th Aug 2024 2:42pm
18th Aug 2024 2:42pm
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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missjem56
Poem Published
24th Jul 2024 11:32pm
24th Jul 2024 11:32pm
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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Nixprty
Poem Published
6th Jul 2024 6:56am
6th Jul 2024 6:56am
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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Nixprty
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2024 1:13am
2nd Jul 2024 1:13am
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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Daenerys_Targaryen
Poem Published
10th Jun 2024 6:59pm
10th Jun 2024 6:59pm
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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Adelphina
Poem Published
6th Jun 2024 3:24am
6th Jun 2024 3:24am
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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IntoTheRain
Poem Published
24th May 2024 2:46am
24th May 2024 2:46am
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
202 reads
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wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
21st May 2024 00:42am
21st May 2024 00:42am
i am not alone, alone
i am
not alone,
alone, there
are some
like me
out there,
they wait,
they watch,
they hope,
each arrive
in the
afternoon,
and before
the light
is slanting,
my mouth
like doors
open,
let me
read you
something,
they let
me speak,
they accept
me with
the softest
care,
my words
float
over them,
and they
act as
trying
to capture
butterflies
while
clapping.
not alone,
alone, there
are some
like me
out there,
they wait,
they watch,
they hope,
each arrive
in the
afternoon,
and before
the light
is slanting,
my mouth
like doors
open,
let me
read you
something,
they let
me speak,
they accept
me with
the softest
care,
my words
float
over them,
and they
act as
trying
to capture
butterflies
while
clapping.
#art
#culture
#freedom
#identity
#power
178 reads
4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
16th May 2024 4:39am
16th May 2024 4:39am
Dear diary (how to be an artist)
People keep telling me I have a gift, like being gifted means I should be something, instead of someone. I'm that asshole that is good at almost anything I try my hand at, and in a way everything means nothing, because did I earn it if I didn't have to work hard to make it happen?
I also genuinely don't give a fuck about the fact that I'm a gifted writer, artist and photographer. I used to be in an art group, and there were some successful older artists there that asked me where I studied. I didn't study anywhere. Everything I am is self taught. I didn't finish high school, and...
I also genuinely don't give a fuck about the fact that I'm a gifted writer, artist and photographer. I used to be in an art group, and there were some successful older artists there that asked me where I studied. I didn't study anywhere. Everything I am is self taught. I didn't finish high school, and...
#art
#confessional
#SelfWorth #StreamOfConsciousness
#SelfWorth #StreamOfConsciousness
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
11th May 2024 10:37pm
11th May 2024 10:37pm
Fallen Angel
To make Mona Lisa blush and hide her face to ever be called beautiful as she looks upon the new world you create.
Da Vinci, Michelangelo, how many others desired to trap beauty in stone and canvass,
never knowing beauty an ethereal animal that dies in the captivity we display as art
Yet I am in awe of this purity inspired singular desire held by overpowering strength to open yourself to the world that will
change the world forever. A world few will ever see, yet always seek, finding the memory of beauty...
Da Vinci, Michelangelo, how many others desired to trap beauty in stone and canvass,
never knowing beauty an ethereal animal that dies in the captivity we display as art
Yet I am in awe of this purity inspired singular desire held by overpowering strength to open yourself to the world that will
change the world forever. A world few will ever see, yet always seek, finding the memory of beauty...
#angels
#art
#LifeChangingMoment
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Dreamboy
Poem Published
26th Apr 2024 8:47am
26th Apr 2024 8:47am
Gray Hill
It's all but
bones in the fray
a puppeteer with cut strings
Nooses and skeletons
telling stories
colors can't describe
in the heat of things
All the passion is poison rotten out of an apple born from a tree that is crooked and doesn't ever admit that it's twisting
and screaming
It's all a wolf in the bray.
A winter sky ;
Laying bare under the stars
but not sleeping.
Metal roofs slammed with thick rain.
bones in the fray
a puppeteer with cut strings
Nooses and skeletons
telling stories
colors can't describe
in the heat of things
All the passion is poison rotten out of an apple born from a tree that is crooked and doesn't ever admit that it's twisting
and screaming
It's all a wolf in the bray.
A winter sky ;
Laying bare under the stars
but not sleeping.
Metal roofs slammed with thick rain.
#art
#hell
#winter
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