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
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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
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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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
43 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 11:31pm
5th Dec 2024 11:31pm
the national gallery
after looking at the
paintings
we went to the shop
and bought postcards of
the paintings
are great, but I like
to take home
little postcards
paintings
we went to the shop
and bought postcards of
the paintings
are great, but I like
to take home
little postcards
#art
45 reads
5 Comments
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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PAR
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 12:01pm
8th Dec 2024 12:01pm
Flock of Brushstrokes
Beneath the silence of the gallery,
calm, in front of the ancient still life.
The solitary figure cradles,
in the soft glow, the soul binds.
Brushstrokes capture ephemerality,
rich colors, vibrating tactile textures,
ripe fruit and flowers in a flock
as if breathing in the air.
A deep connection the canvas evokes,
transported to the painting, suspended time.
Details touch it like a light breeze,
melancholy that becomes immense.
Lost in rapture all feels small
and at the same time, deeply human. ...
calm, in front of the ancient still life.
The solitary figure cradles,
in the soft glow, the soul binds.
Brushstrokes capture ephemerality,
rich colors, vibrating tactile textures,
ripe fruit and flowers in a flock
as if breathing in the air.
A deep connection the canvas evokes,
transported to the painting, suspended time.
Details touch it like a light breeze,
melancholy that becomes immense.
Lost in rapture all feels small
and at the same time, deeply human. ...
#art
#birds
#flowers
48 reads
6 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
14th Oct 2024 2:29pm
14th Oct 2024 2:29pm
Dabs
Dribble my dabs
Color on canvas
Thoughts I forgot
Spill onto the frame
Dab here splash there
Life’s hidden desires
Come on the page
Painting my picture
Hope it’s not too dark
Wisp of a thought
Dab my brush again
Thorns and splinters
I’m reborn again
Touch of me
Framed for all to see
Phoenix rising
Out of charcoal ash
Put pastel on my heart
Blood red in the night
A picture anyone could draw
Only if it’s in their whole being
Palate of...
Color on canvas
Thoughts I forgot
Spill onto the frame
Dab here splash there
Life’s hidden desires
Come on the page
Painting my picture
Hope it’s not too dark
Wisp of a thought
Dab my brush again
Thorns and splinters
I’m reborn again
Touch of me
Framed for all to see
Phoenix rising
Out of charcoal ash
Put pastel on my heart
Blood red in the night
A picture anyone could draw
Only if it’s in their whole being
Palate of...
#art
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cabcool
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 4:33am
14th Nov 2024 4:33am
2024 November Poems >> the dreams of lady marguerite
No. 04
the dreams of lady marguerite
Tribute to Marguerite Curtin
Jamaican Historian, Publisher, and Friend
“If you don’t know history, then you don’t know anything. You are a leaf
that doesn’t know it is part of a tree.”—Michael Crichton
the love of trees, sophisticated hills,
soft-rippling streams, and fragrant daffodils
(among the thrills she calls her favourite)
ignites the dreams of lady marguerite.
echoes of windy nights under the moon,
shadows that lose their length at blistering noon,
children whose...
the dreams of lady marguerite
Tribute to Marguerite Curtin
Jamaican Historian, Publisher, and Friend
“If you don’t know history, then you don’t know anything. You are a leaf
that doesn’t know it is part of a tree.”—Michael Crichton
the love of trees, sophisticated hills,
soft-rippling streams, and fragrant daffodils
(among the thrills she calls her favourite)
ignites the dreams of lady marguerite.
echoes of windy nights under the moon,
shadows that lose their length at blistering noon,
children whose...
#art
#culture
#historical
#nature
#tradition
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