Poems About Art Seeking Friendly Advice
#art
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
29th Mar 2024 3:38am
29th Mar 2024 3:38am
spectacle
that lonely
blooming
flower,
strong
enough
to stand
up in
the crack
through
the sidewalk,
displaying
its brightness
compared to
that
dull gray-white
finish
of footsteps,
where
you will
have
your children,
to wait
while
the wind
divides them.
blooming
flower,
strong
enough
to stand
up in
the crack
through
the sidewalk,
displaying
its brightness
compared to
that
dull gray-white
finish
of footsteps,
where
you will
have
your children,
to wait
while
the wind
divides them.
#flowers
#nature
#freedom
#art
#passion
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6 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
28th Mar 2024 3:59pm
28th Mar 2024 3:59pm
Poseur
I wonder if naturists
See me as a nudity prostitute
As i'm paid
For being naked
In front of a small throng
Of budding artists
Like a life modelling gangbang
I remain chaste
Rather than chased
No fun, or frolics
Just hard core posing
For hard cash
For my two hour flash dash
I'm a conducter
Of an orchestra
Of a myriad palettes
Paintbrushes, pencils, pens, and pastels
Connect with lily white paper
Leaky interpretations
Of me!
I have about thirty of them
Adorning my hall wall
They could...
See me as a nudity prostitute
As i'm paid
For being naked
In front of a small throng
Of budding artists
Like a life modelling gangbang
I remain chaste
Rather than chased
No fun, or frolics
Just hard core posing
For hard cash
For my two hour flash dash
I'm a conducter
Of an orchestra
Of a myriad palettes
Paintbrushes, pencils, pens, and pastels
Connect with lily white paper
Leaky interpretations
Of me!
I have about thirty of them
Adorning my hall wall
They could...
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle #art
#LifeCycle #art
123 reads
1 Comment
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
24th Mar 2024 7:19pm
24th Mar 2024 7:19pm
Still Life
If we broke it down
into palatable pieces
I’d of said something
about Jackson Pollock
and the colour of blood
how I’d never seen red
roll down glass outside
of movies.
Perhaps there’d be
the part where your spit
hit a cheek. How it burned
with the fury of lava—
this skin, a village
waiting for destruction
all terror,
all terror in the flood.
Some days, I float above fists
thinking of them as canvasses
on crooked easels. Blots
on fingers, feet &...
into palatable pieces
I’d of said something
about Jackson Pollock
and the colour of blood
how I’d never seen red
roll down glass outside
of movies.
Perhaps there’d be
the part where your spit
hit a cheek. How it burned
with the fury of lava—
this skin, a village
waiting for destruction
all terror,
all terror in the flood.
Some days, I float above fists
thinking of them as canvasses
on crooked easels. Blots
on fingers, feet &...
#art
#StreamOfConsciousness
#DomesticViolence #metaphor
#DomesticViolence #metaphor
286 reads
12 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
9th Mar 2024 8:18pm
9th Mar 2024 8:18pm
around and around
around
and around
this world
she goes,
clear
locations
outside
her windows,
a simple
promise
she makes
to herself,
she holds
them close
in
her hands,
blessed by
the truth,
and
the chance
to share
her talent,
herself.
and around
this world
she goes,
clear
locations
outside
her windows,
a simple
promise
she makes
to herself,
she holds
them close
in
her hands,
blessed by
the truth,
and
the chance
to share
her talent,
herself.
#identity
#travel
#freedom
#art
#culture
140 reads
6 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
9th Mar 2024 2:18pm
9th Mar 2024 2:18pm
Paint Yourself Beautiful
The sun lies in wait and the
sky is wearing gray flannel today.
I hear a dove cooing outside,
the rain is coming.
I woke at 3:33 am
with a message received.
Take back your paintbrush and
stop letting other people
paint your life.
I can still feel the sun
and the sky has bluejeans on too.
Birds are singing new songs
and the rain washes the gray away.
The canvas has a way
of changing when you hold
the brush and choose the paint.
You're already the artist,
be the art.
Paint...
sky is wearing gray flannel today.
I hear a dove cooing outside,
the rain is coming.
I woke at 3:33 am
with a message received.
Take back your paintbrush and
stop letting other people
paint your life.
I can still feel the sun
and the sky has bluejeans on too.
Birds are singing new songs
and the rain washes the gray away.
The canvas has a way
of changing when you hold
the brush and choose the paint.
You're already the artist,
be the art.
Paint...
#beauty
#art
#SelfDiscovery
97 reads
10 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
28th Feb 2024 1:55am
28th Feb 2024 1:55am
Dichotomy of Mind and Heart
Scientifically, legally obliged,
Unique, original, individual,
Intepretation applies,
Unironically unifying,
With definitions, semantics, observations, context,
Proving conviction,
In motive and intent,
Where beneath the surface,
There is judgment and opinion...
I see potential for art and heart.
Artistic, disposed imagination,
That's literal, physical, technical, carnal,
Perceives emotional attention span,
Vicariously separate,
In pride, prejudice, bias, and partiality,
Where any truth...
Unique, original, individual,
Intepretation applies,
Unironically unifying,
With definitions, semantics, observations, context,
Proving conviction,
In motive and intent,
Where beneath the surface,
There is judgment and opinion...
I see potential for art and heart.
Artistic, disposed imagination,
That's literal, physical, technical, carnal,
Perceives emotional attention span,
Vicariously separate,
In pride, prejudice, bias, and partiality,
Where any truth...
#science
#humankind
#art
#metaphor
#morality
186 reads
6 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 00:19am
22nd Feb 2024 00:19am
Loss of Inspiration
In the abyss of the deep, only grey matter reflected.
My breath was swept away by a witch's broom.
Secrets of dust were under a rug.
Astonishment took over like a surprise.
Magical, a flying carpet goes over my head, like deception.
The spell of time enthralled me with its flickering eminence of expiration.
My candle was hidden and about to burn out.
Hands on the wall, 6 o'clock, my attention was arrested.
Straight up and down, a power broadcast.
The thief in the night came and ransacked.
My captivated spirit. ...
My breath was swept away by a witch's broom.
Secrets of dust were under a rug.
Astonishment took over like a surprise.
Magical, a flying carpet goes over my head, like deception.
The spell of time enthralled me with its flickering eminence of expiration.
My candle was hidden and about to burn out.
Hands on the wall, 6 o'clock, my attention was arrested.
Straight up and down, a power broadcast.
The thief in the night came and ransacked.
My captivated spirit. ...
#identity
#spiritual
#prose
#art
#metaphor
178 reads
2 Comments
jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Joylyn
Poem Published
21st Feb 2024 00:41am
21st Feb 2024 00:41am
He Sleeps
my sleeping bear
snoozing under
the cedar trees
carved from dirt
and rocks
covered with grass
and leaves
sleeping through
summer sun
winter ice
and snow, so cold
through early
springtime rains
and falling
leaves of gold.
snoozing under
the cedar trees
carved from dirt
and rocks
covered with grass
and leaves
sleeping through
summer sun
winter ice
and snow, so cold
through early
springtime rains
and falling
leaves of gold.
#animals
#nature
#WritingPoetry #art
#WritingPoetry #art
253 reads
6 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
13th Feb 2024 9:25pm
13th Feb 2024 9:25pm
Into the echoes
The world feels like a prickly cactus.
A February wind blows
the wind chimes
taking them way up into the distance.
Way up and inside the
stunning rings of Saturn
where they're locked in silence.
An airplane flies by
and disrupts the moment,
where you can faintly hear
the echo of something beautiful,
but you can't quite grasp it.
A February wind blows
the wind chimes
taking them way up into the distance.
Way up and inside the
stunning rings of Saturn
where they're locked in silence.
An airplane flies by
and disrupts the moment,
where you can faintly hear
the echo of something beautiful,
but you can't quite grasp it.
#art
#meditation
#emotions
136 reads
1 Comment
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
8th Feb 2024 6:29am
8th Feb 2024 6:29am
sculpture
the granite shaped
by gifted hands
with a divine touch,
almost breathing life
into the cold stone,
her form seducing
at a glance,
with craved lips
she almost smiled.
by gifted hands
with a divine touch,
almost breathing life
into the cold stone,
her form seducing
at a glance,
with craved lips
she almost smiled.
#women
#romantic
#inspirational #art
#inspirational #art
185 reads
4 Comments
veganpoet
Poem Published
24th Jan 2024 4:04pm
24th Jan 2024 4:04pm
Cookie's Heartlight
Gorgeously shaped sonic escapade,
epitome of lush vocals,
sepia toned memories that flutter
like a bird warming up wings for a first flight.
Each time you crack open
the weathered door to your beautiful soul,
I cherish the heartlight that streams forth,
and I watch the motes of dust dancing, always dancing.
epitome of lush vocals,
sepia toned memories that flutter
like a bird warming up wings for a first flight.
Each time you crack open
the weathered door to your beautiful soul,
I cherish the heartlight that streams forth,
and I watch the motes of dust dancing, always dancing.
#love
#teens
#memories
#art
#nostalgia
208 reads
1 Comment
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
20th Jan 2024 6:56am
20th Jan 2024 6:56am
can you see
an uploading
dawn
arranging
those silver
intervals
across
her sky
with precision,
the
day's heat
soon enough
to turn
the shade
trees
into kingdoms,
that is
where
i can
be found,
watching
the rest
of
the day
unfold.
dawn
arranging
those silver
intervals
across
her sky
with precision,
the
day's heat
soon enough
to turn
the shade
trees
into kingdoms,
that is
where
i can
be found,
watching
the rest
of
the day
unfold.
#summer
#morning
#freedom
#art
#meditation
202 reads
8 Comments
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