Least Read Poems About Art
#art
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
26th Apr 2020 11:32pm
26th Apr 2020 11:32pm
A Poet's DNA
Melodic rhyme; a lullaby.
Nurtured ,
In a garden.
Cuddles of sun’s ray,
and lilies
In the valley.
Footsteps…the paths of days,
Past, present....freedom.
Sweetened whirlwinds; the tone of hurricanes,
Trail of lands.
Redemption jingle; cry of peace.
In tongue and decree.
Leak of grief,
astray are they.
Pureness of soul,
Contemplates,
colors,
You and me,
The family.
Live, Love,
A Life
Cherished,
Mesmerized,
Window of creation,
From the sky.
...
Nurtured ,
In a garden.
Cuddles of sun’s ray,
and lilies
In the valley.
Footsteps…the paths of days,
Past, present....freedom.
Sweetened whirlwinds; the tone of hurricanes,
Trail of lands.
Redemption jingle; cry of peace.
In tongue and decree.
Leak of grief,
astray are they.
Pureness of soul,
Contemplates,
colors,
You and me,
The family.
Live, Love,
A Life
Cherished,
Mesmerized,
Window of creation,
From the sky.
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#art
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7 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
5th Jan 2019 1:02am
5th Jan 2019 1:02am
Evolution of the House
Words have been lost as flies’ lifespans
evidenced on the gravesill. They drop
to the floor of fancy. And into the file
cabinet of euphemisms. What of the passage,
these two windows measure end to end crownings.
A linear pattern, a druther drags dream to dust.
Mammoths of language along dodos of ideas.
A sabertoothed diction dodders as gestures grow
digital wires. Fingers spark. Voice is analog.
The next testimony arrives, a living shortcut of description-
down the hall and around the corner- cinerama.
The floor...
evidenced on the gravesill. They drop
to the floor of fancy. And into the file
cabinet of euphemisms. What of the passage,
these two windows measure end to end crownings.
A linear pattern, a druther drags dream to dust.
Mammoths of language along dodos of ideas.
A sabertoothed diction dodders as gestures grow
digital wires. Fingers spark. Voice is analog.
The next testimony arrives, a living shortcut of description-
down the hall and around the corner- cinerama.
The floor...
#identity
#beauty
#PowerOfWords
#art
#culture
20 reads
9 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
6th Jan 2019 1:10am
6th Jan 2019 1:10am
american musings at the home now museum of picasso
you am i
are me now is more not ours un yours
yet all who has whyfore
less than minutes
you have what
when which implore mural
notwithstanding forewarnt
blocks upsidehead useful
you implode
fake french door balcony rails
drenched chicken wing...
are me now is more not ours un yours
yet all who has whyfore
less than minutes
you have what
when which implore mural
notwithstanding forewarnt
blocks upsidehead useful
you implode
fake french door balcony rails
drenched chicken wing...
#art
#magic
#philosophical
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5 Comments
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
20th Apr 2020 2:27am
20th Apr 2020 2:27am
Magnificent - Manifested Perfection
Bite of tongue,
An exogenous manifest
he is magnificent,
hidden canvas-
sixth-
gazes.... so intense,
scrubs dream of eternity-
intellectuality at his best,
ink-tact, like no other intend,
sensuality of lyrical terms,
A professor of the alphabet.
Hypothetically I reject,
instead I accept,
the invitation to connect
to his concept,
Tightness of muscles
Make eyes enchant,
electric content,
The embrace evoked,
As his sweat electrocute,
Deceitful expect
Of time to profess the known, ...
An exogenous manifest
he is magnificent,
hidden canvas-
sixth-
gazes.... so intense,
scrubs dream of eternity-
intellectuality at his best,
ink-tact, like no other intend,
sensuality of lyrical terms,
A professor of the alphabet.
Hypothetically I reject,
instead I accept,
the invitation to connect
to his concept,
Tightness of muscles
Make eyes enchant,
electric content,
The embrace evoked,
As his sweat electrocute,
Deceitful expect
Of time to profess the known, ...
#corruption
#art
#sensual
#temptation
#passion
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7 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2019 5:36am
22nd Jan 2019 5:36am
the title has been kept by the deity of lost objects
In being direct, I am trying to erect a border.
To finish an idea I have cradled since
entering that gallery. The one with Tom
slightly buzzing. I am finishing
that feeling. To contain that painting
of gas or heat. Rising as Einstein
curves in on himself. No, it’s not
a litmus test turning green.
I think it's what Dali
was doing also. There’s the root,
a quaquaversed tenacity, that extends
to the suns wobbling as dew.
I want to say the way memories carefully
crack. I say people in each spattered ...
To finish an idea I have cradled since
entering that gallery. The one with Tom
slightly buzzing. I am finishing
that feeling. To contain that painting
of gas or heat. Rising as Einstein
curves in on himself. No, it’s not
a litmus test turning green.
I think it's what Dali
was doing also. There’s the root,
a quaquaversed tenacity, that extends
to the suns wobbling as dew.
I want to say the way memories carefully
crack. I say people in each spattered ...
#friendship
#memories
#art #disability
#art #disability
24 reads
11 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 5:01am
8th Jan 2025 5:01am
Joy in Stone
Joy in stone
Bridges stand like Colossus of Rhodes
Seven wonder of ancient worlds
Take abuse and wind and rain
But they stand tall all over us
See some tagger about to do some blasphemy
Sacrilegious History
These sands of time rise above
He won’t let it be defaced
It’s like time says take a timeout
Pieces of art designed to transport
The past into the present
How can a young fool do the deed
While Banksy says
Make ‘em smile While they piss
Fields of history used by so many to say little ...
Bridges stand like Colossus of Rhodes
Seven wonder of ancient worlds
Take abuse and wind and rain
But they stand tall all over us
See some tagger about to do some blasphemy
Sacrilegious History
These sands of time rise above
He won’t let it be defaced
It’s like time says take a timeout
Pieces of art designed to transport
The past into the present
How can a young fool do the deed
While Banksy says
Make ‘em smile While they piss
Fields of history used by so many to say little ...
#art
#beauty
#culture
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:33pm
Yesterday 6:33pm
Beat Me to a Pulp
"... a type of work produced by half-educated and wholly incompetent writers for consumption by office boys, factory girls, and other persons devoid of culture and literary taste." - R Austin Freeman, "The Art of the Detective Story"
I try for taste, you understand,
and read sonnets,
collect novels that reap plaudits.
I accept manna from God's hand.
But often my taste reflects the dark mass
of office girls and workshop boys,
and so I fly like Lucifer, alas,
to folk fiction and pulpy joys.
Elysia's bookshelves...
I try for taste, you understand,
and read sonnets,
collect novels that reap plaudits.
I accept manna from God's hand.
But often my taste reflects the dark mass
of office girls and workshop boys,
and so I fly like Lucifer, alas,
to folk fiction and pulpy joys.
Elysia's bookshelves...
#art
#books
#PopCulture #reading
#PopCulture #reading
30 reads
2 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 9:35pm
15th Nov 2024 9:35pm
Homage to Figures of Art and Poetry
Barons of masterful verse,
your words are beautiful gardens
watered by rains of oblivion,
where vivid dreams dissolve
and life writhes unseen
like breath folded into air,
or rivers merging into streams.
Shakespeare,
you are a mirror of shadow and grace.
Angels whisper in your lines,
their tender voices echo
through pine-darkened countries
and the glaciers of time.
Dante,
you sing through infernal nights,
casting the lone light of a crucifix.
Prayers rise from despair,
exhaled like smoke, ...
your words are beautiful gardens
watered by rains of oblivion,
where vivid dreams dissolve
and life writhes unseen
like breath folded into air,
or rivers merging into streams.
Shakespeare,
you are a mirror of shadow and grace.
Angels whisper in your lines,
their tender voices echo
through pine-darkened countries
and the glaciers of time.
Dante,
you sing through infernal nights,
casting the lone light of a crucifix.
Prayers rise from despair,
exhaled like smoke, ...
#art
#beauty
#identity
#StreamOfConsciousness
#WritingPoetry
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0 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 10:49am
22nd Dec 2024 10:49am
Painting
I pick up my brush.
And I don't paint in a rush.
I begin to paint a rosy bush.
Roses,covered in thorns.
I paint a lively,blue sky.
And bumblebees,birds that begin to fly.
Maybe an ocean,a cloud that cry.
With soothing sounds of rain.
I'll paint myself and I won't feel any pain.
Maybe a rainbow on the other side.
And color palette in which I take pride.
Let's paint ourselves together like a work of art.
Because things have been rough and we worked hard.
Let us paint us on a stage far away from home.
A...
And I don't paint in a rush.
I begin to paint a rosy bush.
Roses,covered in thorns.
I paint a lively,blue sky.
And bumblebees,birds that begin to fly.
Maybe an ocean,a cloud that cry.
With soothing sounds of rain.
I'll paint myself and I won't feel any pain.
Maybe a rainbow on the other side.
And color palette in which I take pride.
Let's paint ourselves together like a work of art.
Because things have been rough and we worked hard.
Let us paint us on a stage far away from home.
A...
#art
#happiness
#hope
#motivational
#uplifting
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Glaxian
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 3:50pm
14th Jan 2025 3:50pm
Ethereal
Ethereal
I like to make lists; Horses, titanium, ethereal
People don't understand.
I don't blame them they are just limited
They tell me there are more bacterium
In and around a person than human cells.
It makes sense in a way,
I think it is the smell.
I like to count sheep; ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
People don't understand.
Don't blame me it's just the medicine.
Maybe our bacterium do more good
Than we do, during the time of sleeping.
Doesn't matter either way,
And bacteria can't smell.
I like to...
I like to make lists; Horses, titanium, ethereal
People don't understand.
I don't blame them they are just limited
They tell me there are more bacterium
In and around a person than human cells.
It makes sense in a way,
I think it is the smell.
I like to count sheep; ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
People don't understand.
Don't blame me it's just the medicine.
Maybe our bacterium do more good
Than we do, during the time of sleeping.
Doesn't matter either way,
And bacteria can't smell.
I like to...
#art
#meditation
#mirror
#NewYear
#reading
45 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 3:22pm
18th Nov 2024 3:22pm
Complaint
Listening all night to the rain.
He stays locked in his brain.
Echoes of memories, a sweet pain.
Dreams wave in a silent chain.
Through the window, droplets strain.
Time blurs, feeling half-insane.
Soft whispers in a distant lane.
His heartbeats, a quick refrain.
The night deepens, grave's domain.
Midnight shadows, emotions drain.
Lonely teardrops, nothing to gain.
Yet his image still remains.
Love’s melody, a haunting plane.
Bound by sorrow, love and bane.
His soul calls out in vain.
...
He stays locked in his brain.
Echoes of memories, a sweet pain.
Dreams wave in a silent chain.
Through the window, droplets strain.
Time blurs, feeling half-insane.
Soft whispers in a distant lane.
His heartbeats, a quick refrain.
The night deepens, grave's domain.
Midnight shadows, emotions drain.
Lonely teardrops, nothing to gain.
Yet his image still remains.
Love’s melody, a haunting plane.
Bound by sorrow, love and bane.
His soul calls out in vain.
...
#art
#flowers
#healing
#night
#rain
51 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 12:37pm
16th Jan 2025 12:37pm
Insanity a la carte
Glimmering beneath a sheen,
where shadows dance in whispers, unseen.
Veiled chaos, finely painted dreams,
in the cracks madness gleams.
Fragile echoes in twilight's embrace,
haunting glimpses of a fractured face.
Silent screams, behind polished walls,
in the stillness a storm calls.
Beneath the surface, turmoil brews.
Masked by a gloss of tranquil hues.
In the heart, a restless fire,
burning with unspoken desire.
Mirrored reflections, distorted and clear,
a dance with demons ever near.
Eyes that...
where shadows dance in whispers, unseen.
Veiled chaos, finely painted dreams,
in the cracks madness gleams.
Fragile echoes in twilight's embrace,
haunting glimpses of a fractured face.
Silent screams, behind polished walls,
in the stillness a storm calls.
Beneath the surface, turmoil brews.
Masked by a gloss of tranquil hues.
In the heart, a restless fire,
burning with unspoken desire.
Mirrored reflections, distorted and clear,
a dance with demons ever near.
Eyes that...
#anxiety
#art
#courage
#insomnia
#mirror
51 reads
6 Comments
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