Long Poems About Art
#art
Her
Poem Published
10th Sep 2023 3:04pm
10th Sep 2023 3:04pm
Painting - With my very good friend, Trillium
#erotic
#lover
#art
#sensual
#seductive
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Pete66
Poem Published
11th Aug 2023 2:16pm
11th Aug 2023 2:16pm
Emotional Sunset
The true story of the artist Angus Fairhurst, a (Young British Artist) YBA, who committed suicide by
hanging himself from a tree on 29th March 2008
A true artist, to me, is exposed to an abyss,
A savage and unrelenting catharsis,
And in this intensely dangerous and beautiful land,
They pluck their visions and transmit by hand.
But sometimes, the artist, as they orbit this sun,
Don’t realise that some black holes have begun,
And this Angus, like none of us sane,
Was living this life again and again,
And while Damian Hirst sells...
hanging himself from a tree on 29th March 2008
A true artist, to me, is exposed to an abyss,
A savage and unrelenting catharsis,
And in this intensely dangerous and beautiful land,
They pluck their visions and transmit by hand.
But sometimes, the artist, as they orbit this sun,
Don’t realise that some black holes have begun,
And this Angus, like none of us sane,
Was living this life again and again,
And while Damian Hirst sells...
#death
#suicide
#art #philosophical
#art #philosophical
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
10th Aug 2023 5:03am
10th Aug 2023 5:03am
Roller Coasting
She was 56, her siblings were Disney villains, and the husband she'd waited a lifetime for pronounced her "undiagnosed bipolar" a mere three months into their marriage. The woman he left her for wasn't particularly young, thin, or pretty. No, his new wife, Karla, was infuriatingly easy going, a pediatric social worker who taught yoga on Saturdays.
Mary Jane had nothing but substitute teaching jobs, a great set of anodized cookware, a small, paid-off condo and $35,000 inherited from her beloved mother. Her life was easy to leave, and that's what she would do, for a while....
Mary Jane had nothing but substitute teaching jobs, a great set of anodized cookware, a small, paid-off condo and $35,000 inherited from her beloved mother. Her life was easy to leave, and that's what she would do, for a while....
#BestFriend
#travel
#art
#MovingOn
#ThrillSeeking
258 reads
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
27th Jun 2023 8:01pm
27th Jun 2023 8:01pm
Creativity, through opera glasses, separated by a ravine.
in awe - the casual way
you lever paint from a cannonball night
as if you fell asleep
after meditation-haze on wine,
beside a God, crowbar in your hands,
another ghost of creativity
fating harmless thrums,
you create static
in the wake of every mile
your stiff, fictional feet trek -
and I came,
like a lion or a dove,
without expectation
to knock upon that traveller's door,
visited. I somehow seem to
fall in love with every wayward soul,
so too the mud,
so too the...
you lever paint from a cannonball night
as if you fell asleep
after meditation-haze on wine,
beside a God, crowbar in your hands,
another ghost of creativity
fating harmless thrums,
you create static
in the wake of every mile
your stiff, fictional feet trek -
and I came,
like a lion or a dove,
without expectation
to knock upon that traveller's door,
visited. I somehow seem to
fall in love with every wayward soul,
so too the mud,
so too the...
#moon
#nature
#God
#art
#dawn
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PAR
Poem Published
11th May 2023 2:42pm
11th May 2023 2:42pm
The Skin in Pieces
An oil painting,
made during the Renaissance,
with cracks,
cracked, with cracks;
with deep wrinkles.
A masterpiece
of a painter
who did not accept
the title of painter.
An enigmatic smile,
squint,
hypnotic look,
a burning background,
surreal impressions
in the retinas of those who look
that look,
who surrenders to a smile,
who wanted
to be as good a painter as that scientist;
Who reads the cracks
on the surface of the skin, oil,
from the board;
who thinks it's about time ...
made during the Renaissance,
with cracks,
cracked, with cracks;
with deep wrinkles.
A masterpiece
of a painter
who did not accept
the title of painter.
An enigmatic smile,
squint,
hypnotic look,
a burning background,
surreal impressions
in the retinas of those who look
that look,
who surrenders to a smile,
who wanted
to be as good a painter as that scientist;
Who reads the cracks
on the surface of the skin, oil,
from the board;
who thinks it's about time ...
#love
#beauty
#art
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Asani
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2023 2:56am
22nd Mar 2023 2:56am
The Mechanic
You returned because your oil change is due and you wanna feel brand new so today I’ll be the best mechanic and crawl under you.
Your body needs a tune-up and I’m able to do just that and more, I’ll only need to give full assessment to know what to fine tune for sure.
Every model is different and yours is my favorite, from the oil type to the quality and blend.
Your manufacturers were kind to you so I’ll do the same first hand, to be sure I’ll check the guidelines because I wouldn’t want to pour the wrong oil and reduce the lubrication and overall shorten...
Your body needs a tune-up and I’m able to do just that and more, I’ll only need to give full assessment to know what to fine tune for sure.
Every model is different and yours is my favorite, from the oil type to the quality and blend.
Your manufacturers were kind to you so I’ll do the same first hand, to be sure I’ll check the guidelines because I wouldn’t want to pour the wrong oil and reduce the lubrication and overall shorten...
#cars
#travel
#art
#passion
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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copingwithwords__
Poem Published
19th Mar 2023 6:44pm
19th Mar 2023 6:44pm
wordsmith
my skin is a canvas
since i was born, i drew on it
i always had the utensils to create a masterpiece
since i was born, i knew that.
when i first went to school
they saw how different i was,
my mind and my body,
they didn’t like that
nor the fact that my skin
shone bright in all the colors of the rainbow.
the others may not have all the utensils i had
or didn’t know how to use them
now my pride began to crumble
because everything i liked -
everything i was - was disliked.
fast forward,...
since i was born, i drew on it
i always had the utensils to create a masterpiece
since i was born, i knew that.
when i first went to school
they saw how different i was,
my mind and my body,
they didn’t like that
nor the fact that my skin
shone bright in all the colors of the rainbow.
the others may not have all the utensils i had
or didn’t know how to use them
now my pride began to crumble
because everything i liked -
everything i was - was disliked.
fast forward,...
#anxiety
#courage
#abuse
#art
#acceptance
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ms_kitty_lagniappe
Ms K
Ms K
Poem Published
15th Mar 2023 2:14pm
15th Mar 2023 2:14pm
Golden Memories of Bourbon Street and Big Daddy's: Celebrating Empowerment and Entertainment
I consider myself extremely fortunate to have been a part of the golden era of Bourbon Street, where the music flowed like honey and the scent of Lucky dogs filled the air. Every night was a new adventure, and I had the pleasure of meeting people from all around the world, each with their own unique story to tell.
Whether I was chatting with the famous chicken man or watching talented dancers perform on the stage, there was always something special happening. And the chance to dance alongside world-famous entertainers like Sandra Sexton and GiO was nothing short of exhilarating. The...
Whether I was chatting with the famous chicken man or watching talented dancers perform on the stage, there was always something special happening. And the chance to dance alongside world-famous entertainers like Sandra Sexton and GiO was nothing short of exhilarating. The...
#freedom
#art
#dance
#passion
#job
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
12th Mar 2023 10:51pm
12th Mar 2023 10:51pm
An Evening With Chad Boseman
A beautiful evening in Cincinnati, Ohio with the Cincinnati Pop Orchestra
A Marvel Studios
Black Panther Concert
03-11-23
7:30 pm
This was a little weekend get-a-way, and I have waited for this symphonic performance for so long.
You cannot attend this composed performance until 03-17-23, at the Philadelphia Orchestra and I wanted to get a sneak preview, and I am a ticket holder to the arts.
And the movie Black Panther staring Chad Boseman, who is one of my favorite actors, and what better way to pay by...
A Marvel Studios
Black Panther Concert
03-11-23
7:30 pm
This was a little weekend get-a-way, and I have waited for this symphonic performance for so long.
You cannot attend this composed performance until 03-17-23, at the Philadelphia Orchestra and I wanted to get a sneak preview, and I am a ticket holder to the arts.
And the movie Black Panther staring Chad Boseman, who is one of my favorite actors, and what better way to pay by...
#LifeAsAWriter
#art
#admiration #passion
#admiration #passion
561 reads
3 Comments
ms_kitty_lagniappe
Ms K
Ms K
Poem Published
11th Mar 2023 12:52pm
11th Mar 2023 12:52pm
Shaking the Stage: A Stripper's Journey to Self-Discovery and Empowerment
Prior to my interview with Dynasty, I recognized the importance of capturing the stories of my sisters who had danced at Big Daddy's in their own words. I provided them with a list of questions to answer about their time at the club, believing that their personal accounts would provide valuable insights into the exotic dance industry on Bourbon Street. By giving them the opportunity to share their experiences, I hoped to shed light on the realities of our profession and the unique challenges that we faced. It was essential to me that their voices are heard, and their stories were told with...
#beauty
#art
#dance
274 reads
13 Comments
FriendlyFlame
Poem Published
19th Feb 2023 5:40am
19th Feb 2023 5:40am
"Get It Out!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lights flicker…
Jingle Jang of the keys,
About every fifteen.
Chaos and comatose;
No sleep for lord who knows,
Stuck in a pendulum swing.
Jingle jang,
Go the keys.
Stuck in a loop;
Visions from unwanted ketamine,
At only Eighteen,
Drizzled into my leg,
Needled in circlets of slicing flesh,
Calm, Chained and Detained as I was…
I wondered, why the man in uniform and health chose to drug me so severely. ...
Lights flicker…
Jingle Jang of the keys,
About every fifteen.
Chaos and comatose;
No sleep for lord who knows,
Stuck in a pendulum swing.
Jingle jang,
Go the keys.
Stuck in a loop;
Visions from unwanted ketamine,
At only Eighteen,
Drizzled into my leg,
Needled in circlets of slicing flesh,
Calm, Chained and Detained as I was…
I wondered, why the man in uniform and health chose to drug me so severely. ...
#Christian
#homelessness
#memories
#art
#SelfDiscovery
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1 Comment
Vampyre497
Poem Published
26th Dec 2022 1:00pm
26th Dec 2022 1:00pm
The Soul of Ten-Thousand Wonders
You are someone that I don’t understand. You make fun yet you care, and while that is normal for most people, you have an air about you that is thicker than would appear on first glance.
Hello my Purple-haired King of Everything the Light Touches.
I cannot figure you. I cannot figure you out.
You seem like someone who is very open towards everyone around them and likes to be revealed and not withhold secrets.
However, no one seems to even know you.
You’re an enigma as much as your ideals.
What is your purpose?
I...
Hello my Purple-haired King of Everything the Light Touches.
I cannot figure you. I cannot figure you out.
You seem like someone who is very open towards everyone around them and likes to be revealed and not withhold secrets.
However, no one seems to even know you.
You’re an enigma as much as your ideals.
What is your purpose?
I...
#love
#heartbroken
#FallingInLove
#UnrequitedLove
#art
259 reads
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