Long Poems About Art
#art
Sandals
Poem Published
24th Oct 2022 5:28am
24th Oct 2022 5:28am
Canned Pork And Sliced Onions
Ladies and Gentlemen,
I know everyone does not cook like me. Some of u have smaller pots and some of u have even bigger, because, u ah cook for ah Family Royal of other countries and the surrounding areas. This is IMUSA.....POT.....REMOVE THE STEAMER 32qt. Yaaaaaaaalllllllll!!!!!!!! Canned Pork is pre-cooked around my American way. In some areas, I here it is packed also uncooked. I still be within doubt toward the last. I do believe this! Once processively pre-cooked canned, it has one wonderful shelf life upon. Onions come canned, but, I am fend to teach u how to slice...
I know everyone does not cook like me. Some of u have smaller pots and some of u have even bigger, because, u ah cook for ah Family Royal of other countries and the surrounding areas. This is IMUSA.....POT.....REMOVE THE STEAMER 32qt. Yaaaaaaaalllllllll!!!!!!!! Canned Pork is pre-cooked around my American way. In some areas, I here it is packed also uncooked. I still be within doubt toward the last. I do believe this! Once processively pre-cooked canned, it has one wonderful shelf life upon. Onions come canned, but, I am fend to teach u how to slice...
#dark
#technology
#gothic
#art
#ForbiddenLove
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
7th Oct 2022 9:19pm
7th Oct 2022 9:19pm
Fixing writer's block
An effective cure
for episodes of
I-can't-write-itis
is to write.
Sometimes, the words
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l
AndLandIn
aHeEpOfCoMpLeAtNoNsnSe
but just writing
and persevering
help creativity to flow.
Perhaps next time,
the words will
s
w
i
r
l
j
...
for episodes of
I-can't-write-itis
is to write.
Sometimes, the words
f
a
l
l
AndLandIn
aHeEpOfCoMpLeAtNoNsnSe
but just writing
and persevering
help creativity to flow.
Perhaps next time,
the words will
s
w
i
r
l
j
...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#beauty
#art
266 reads
7 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
27th Aug 2022 6:57pm
27th Aug 2022 6:57pm
Polymath
There's no use pretending otherwise,
so I'll give it to you straight:
I'm a very nosy parker.
I consider us to have a tentative friendship
and I've filled in details I didn't already know about you
with a quick Google, months ago.
Today, I watched your TED talk.
So now you know!
I learned a lot, while simuntaneously
not having a clue what you were talking about.
Your work explores the interface
between art and science,
robotics, space and architecture
which is bewildering to me, ...
so I'll give it to you straight:
I'm a very nosy parker.
I consider us to have a tentative friendship
and I've filled in details I didn't already know about you
with a quick Google, months ago.
Today, I watched your TED talk.
So now you know!
I learned a lot, while simuntaneously
not having a clue what you were talking about.
Your work explores the interface
between art and science,
robotics, space and architecture
which is bewildering to me, ...
#friendship
#confessional
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#art
463 reads
4 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
10th May 2022 10:48pm
10th May 2022 10:48pm
Paris of the Plains
Kansas City had a rich jazz culture,
where there were snazzy venues
all over the city that displayed
open & welcoming marquee.
Let me stop
and rest a minute.
Kansas City's known
for many things.
12th Street & Vine
is one of them.
Even the Beatles recorded it.
And so we here in Kansas City,
our whole lives,
we all would have to endure it.
I drive & wind & wonder down
the Paseo Boulevard,
with its natural ...
where there were snazzy venues
all over the city that displayed
open & welcoming marquee.
Let me stop
and rest a minute.
Kansas City's known
for many things.
12th Street & Vine
is one of them.
Even the Beatles recorded it.
And so we here in Kansas City,
our whole lives,
we all would have to endure it.
I drive & wind & wonder down
the Paseo Boulevard,
with its natural ...
#art
#passion
#tea
370 reads
2 Comments
RevolutionAL
Poem Published
26th Apr 2022 8:42am
26th Apr 2022 8:42am
a sad story of artistic expression
this brush (call it fifty)
dripping enamel
gloss
oil based
dark and sultry
that brush
(call it nine)
soaked acrylic
matte
light
vibrant
a third brush
(call it two)
damp
in soft hues
watercolor
infused
and fifty so dedicated to nine ...
dripping enamel
gloss
oil based
dark and sultry
that brush
(call it nine)
soaked acrylic
matte
light
vibrant
a third brush
(call it two)
damp
in soft hues
watercolor
infused
and fifty so dedicated to nine ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#art
#metaphor
465 reads
18 Comments
Madcinder
Poem Published
30th Dec 2021 11:40pm
30th Dec 2021 11:40pm
(C)
Can you see the blinded masses?
Can you hear deafness of the Earth?
Do you smell the scent of vastness?
Do you know the whole of a mind's worth?
Can you put a price on it?
Can you take away the pain?
Do you think it's cause we hate it?
Do you think it takes away their fame?
Can you put me in prison?
I'm in a country that's not yours?
Do you care for my visions?
Or only care for your wars.
Whether they put it all on paper.
Or they make it on the screen.
Their life's career on a wager.
Pass your bill,...
Can you hear deafness of the Earth?
Do you smell the scent of vastness?
Do you know the whole of a mind's worth?
Can you put a price on it?
Can you take away the pain?
Do you think it's cause we hate it?
Do you think it takes away their fame?
Can you put me in prison?
I'm in a country that's not yours?
Do you care for my visions?
Or only care for your wars.
Whether they put it all on paper.
Or they make it on the screen.
Their life's career on a wager.
Pass your bill,...
#oppression
#politics
#lyrics
#freedom
#art
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DanielChristensen
Poem Published
24th Dec 2021 8:14pm
24th Dec 2021 8:14pm
From Typhon to Echidna
I love the sweeping long lines, haze, mist
Diffusing the whole,
And soft wake of shadows
And to see myself
In you
I love the smooth arcs of your
Violence,
Deep swathes, curvatures,
Both metallic
And soft
I love you to contradictions
As the train calls me
To leave,
With its mournful klaxon
I recall,
I never feel
So acutely alone
As when I travel,
I suppose,
The protection of the familiar
Is stripped away,
Baring the soul
In all it’s terrible...
Diffusing the whole,
And soft wake of shadows
And to see myself
In you
I love the smooth arcs of your
Violence,
Deep swathes, curvatures,
Both metallic
And soft
I love you to contradictions
As the train calls me
To leave,
With its mournful klaxon
I recall,
I never feel
So acutely alone
As when I travel,
I suppose,
The protection of the familiar
Is stripped away,
Baring the soul
In all it’s terrible...
#love
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#art
#admiration
1186 reads
23 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2021 10:30am
23rd Dec 2021 10:30am
Moratorium Agenda
Moratorium Agenda
I will not
punish anything,
prosecute,
or throw my hat
into a ring;
I simply do
not join a team,
hold with those,
or break a beam.
Rewarding good
behavior though,
saying yes
for every flow,
these are things
I'm all about;
peaceful words,
I will not shout.
It happens
that
she'll ought despair,
say some things
without a care,
and then it is
I step back
to a...
I will not
punish anything,
prosecute,
or throw my hat
into a ring;
I simply do
not join a team,
hold with those,
or break a beam.
Rewarding good
behavior though,
saying yes
for every flow,
these are things
I'm all about;
peaceful words,
I will not shout.
It happens
that
she'll ought despair,
say some things
without a care,
and then it is
I step back
to a...
#BDSM
#art
#responsibility #passion
#responsibility #passion
409 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Dec 2021 8:07pm
10th Dec 2021 8:07pm
Cézanne Illustrates Carmen’s Diary
Cézanne Illustrates Carmen’s Diary
“My diary is written in liquid words which steam into the mist in maiden eyes whose secrets lack only the brushstrokes of a Cézanne for the words to find a home.”
“I appreciate the compliment but I am a dilettante painter. My art would splash into your script and cover the written memories that are so precious to you.”
“If I lose a jot or two it is of no consequence. Just be careful and do your best. Your pigment on my paper will make my scribbling art. My inking will be anointed by the stain of your palette...
“My diary is written in liquid words which steam into the mist in maiden eyes whose secrets lack only the brushstrokes of a Cézanne for the words to find a home.”
“I appreciate the compliment but I am a dilettante painter. My art would splash into your script and cover the written memories that are so precious to you.”
“If I lose a jot or two it is of no consequence. Just be careful and do your best. Your pigment on my paper will make my scribbling art. My inking will be anointed by the stain of your palette...
#love
#romantic
#books
#art
#sensual
452 reads
5 Comments
deannadellia
Poem Published
15th Nov 2021 7:01pm
15th Nov 2021 7:01pm
Artist
Those whom are easily liked by everyone
will seldom be loved deeply by anyone
Maybe some people the world belongs to
while other people belong to the world
I’ve accepted my fate
The girl who no one understands
The witch who burns in the sun
Fated to lie in the middle of the ocean
singing a siren’s song for eternity
I wonder if anyone will ever hear it
I wonder if it will have been worth it
To create art that no one will admire
to help those who will never care
Should I have tried harder to be normal?
Picking my...
will seldom be loved deeply by anyone
Maybe some people the world belongs to
while other people belong to the world
I’ve accepted my fate
The girl who no one understands
The witch who burns in the sun
Fated to lie in the middle of the ocean
singing a siren’s song for eternity
I wonder if anyone will ever hear it
I wonder if it will have been worth it
To create art that no one will admire
to help those who will never care
Should I have tried harder to be normal?
Picking my...
#depression
#dark
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#art
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
19th Oct 2021 7:28pm
19th Oct 2021 7:28pm
Autopsy of a Slasher Film
We always begin
with original sin. What made him
pick up a knife and walk the streets
like a death-dealing door to door salesman?
(‘Would you like to try one of our knives?
You’ll never leave meat on the bone again.’)
Often it’s humiliation, something
to prick the male ego like a pig’s bladder
and watch it expel air, an old Halloween trick
for “haunted” suburban houses.
Sometimes it’s just grief, or even
mere insanity, alone. Throw in
some Freud, for Good Measure.
...
with original sin. What made him
pick up a knife and walk the streets
like a death-dealing door to door salesman?
(‘Would you like to try one of our knives?
You’ll never leave meat on the bone again.’)
Often it’s humiliation, something
to prick the male ego like a pig’s bladder
and watch it expel air, an old Halloween trick
for “haunted” suburban houses.
Sometimes it’s just grief, or even
mere insanity, alone. Throw in
some Freud, for Good Measure.
...
#dark
#narrative
#PopCulture #art
#PopCulture #art
420 reads
5 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
12th Oct 2021 11:01am
12th Oct 2021 11:01am
The obscurity of lavender wishes
Permanently damaged
that tender underbelly
of cosmic purity
rots away
diseased by a singular gesture
to a final wish
to blow up the ground
of multi-colored
or another
and then the night
breath is not predestined
but the way
of her mouth
and even more
then can be found
The very ones whose love
is withheld,
now are the only...
that tender underbelly
of cosmic purity
rots away
diseased by a singular gesture
to a final wish
to blow up the ground
of multi-colored
or another
and then the night
breath is not predestined
but the way
of her mouth
and even more
then can be found
The very ones whose love
is withheld,
now are the only...
#technology
#art
#surreal
#fate
#funny
546 reads
16 Comments
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