Poems About Art Seeking Friendly Advice
#art
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
405 reads
31 Comments
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
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6 Comments
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
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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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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
10th May 2024 1:18pm
10th May 2024 1:18pm
The Collage Artist
(A poem I was fortunate to have published in Wicked Alice literary journal. Inspired by the work of the collage artist Joseph Cornell.)
https://www.sundresspublications.com/wickedalice/scales.html
THE COLLAGE ARTIST
for Joseph Cornell
You leafed through bits of paper,
discarded starlets,
fragments of others’ hope.
Blue swan, opaque rhythm,
perpetual dance.
Stroboscopic saints
were numbered, pigeonholed.
A doll was your mother;
trees grew beneath her dress
when she became a flower....
https://www.sundresspublications.com/wickedalice/scales.html
THE COLLAGE ARTIST
for Joseph Cornell
You leafed through bits of paper,
discarded starlets,
fragments of others’ hope.
Blue swan, opaque rhythm,
perpetual dance.
Stroboscopic saints
were numbered, pigeonholed.
A doll was your mother;
trees grew beneath her dress
when she became a flower....
#art
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4 Comments
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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wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
25th Apr 2024 2:21am
25th Apr 2024 2:21am
art book
take
your page,
post your
artwork,
sketch
or draw
whatever
you decide,
whatever
you see
or imagine,
what
you want
on
those pages,
black
and white,
vibrant
pastels,
water colors,
learn
sign
your name,
one day
someone
may want
to purchase
your decisions
or imagination.
your page,
post your
artwork,
sketch
or draw
whatever
you decide,
whatever
you see
or imagine,
what
you want
on
those pages,
black
and white,
vibrant
pastels,
water colors,
learn
sign
your name,
one day
someone
may want
to purchase
your decisions
or imagination.
#art
#freedom
#learning
#passion
#success
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jemac
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 9:53pm
5th Apr 2024 9:53pm
Frida
she weeps in flowers
they grace her table
along with globs of paint
brushes stand in wait
aged and smooth from weary hands
stained with feelings of rebirth
slowly she paints
flowers convalesce
on a background
of muted tones
they flourish
each petal gracefully unfurls
easing her image
into a bounty of rich hues
where they are free to hang
bend without breaking
knowing no hardship
she imagines her
tears pooling in the vase
so clear and without the fog
of...
they grace her table
along with globs of paint
brushes stand in wait
aged and smooth from weary hands
stained with feelings of rebirth
slowly she paints
flowers convalesce
on a background
of muted tones
they flourish
each petal gracefully unfurls
easing her image
into a bounty of rich hues
where they are free to hang
bend without breaking
knowing no hardship
she imagines her
tears pooling in the vase
so clear and without the fog
of...
#flowers
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#art
#admiration
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9 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 8:06am
5th Apr 2024 8:06am
the porch
the porch,
my learning
tool,
it's feet,
it's arms,
wide eyes
and constant
stare,
colored like
those of
mostly summer,
edges of
other seasons
lay in
the edges,
each day
in between
porch posts,
it's
wide mouth
vibrates
and once
tapping
each board,
brushed
with ideas
of casual
replies.
my learning
tool,
it's feet,
it's arms,
wide eyes
and constant
stare,
colored like
those of
mostly summer,
edges of
other seasons
lay in
the edges,
each day
in between
porch posts,
it's
wide mouth
vibrates
and once
tapping
each board,
brushed
with ideas
of casual
replies.
#home
#learning
#freedom
#art
#passion
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6 Comments
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