Poems about Art
#art
Poems about art, primarily visual arts, such as painting or sculpture. Here you'll find poetry about human artistic skill and imagination, poems about the power of art to create beauty and stir emotions.
Pishashee
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
The Carbon Family Picnic
At Evergreen Meadow,
The air crackled with excitement. It was the summer solstice, the one day of the year the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional meeting spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family, each member unique, yet undeniably Carbon. There was Carbon-13, his eccentric cousin, juggling aetheric energy orbs while debating the merits of isotopic art with...
The air crackled with excitement. It was the summer solstice, the one day of the year the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional meeting spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family, each member unique, yet undeniably Carbon. There was Carbon-13, his eccentric cousin, juggling aetheric energy orbs while debating the merits of isotopic art with...
#art
#countryside
#identity
#nature
#relationships
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 3:34am
6th Feb 2025 3:34am
The Portrait Of One So Ticklish
Julie smiled big at Tori.
Julie's modeling for Tori's art class project.
That's before Mark walked in.
He sat on top of Julie's back.
Then, he started tickling her all over.
Julie's modeling for Tori's art class project.
That's before Mark walked in.
He sat on top of Julie's back.
Then, he started tickling her all over.
#art
#fiction
#friendship
#morning
#relationships
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 7:18pm
5th Feb 2025 7:18pm
Art for Art’s Sake
I do not write to carve my name in stone,
nor sing for echoes in a crowded hall.
I let the melodies guide me alone,
not chasing gold—just heeding music’s call.
The rise and fall, the pulse, the breath, the sound,
the way a chord can lift or break a heart,
the way a note can wrap the soul around—
that’s why I sing, that’s why I play my part.
I paint not to be Michelangelo,
nor sculpt a legacy in strokes and hue.
I love the way the colors ebb and flow,
how crimson bleeds into the ocean blue.
The way the brush moves freely on the...
nor sing for echoes in a crowded hall.
I let the melodies guide me alone,
not chasing gold—just heeding music’s call.
The rise and fall, the pulse, the breath, the sound,
the way a chord can lift or break a heart,
the way a note can wrap the soul around—
that’s why I sing, that’s why I play my part.
I paint not to be Michelangelo,
nor sculpt a legacy in strokes and hue.
I love the way the colors ebb and flow,
how crimson bleeds into the ocean blue.
The way the brush moves freely on the...
#art
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 3:08pm
4th Feb 2025 3:08pm
My Problem With An Outdoor Advertising Thing
I know it's a billboard.
But I get excited by those eyes.
So, I closed the blinds.
But I get excited by those eyes.
So, I closed the blinds.
#art
#dialogue
#fiction
#home
#sex
114 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 12:23pm
2nd Feb 2025 12:23pm
A typical Sunday morning
As I looked into her blackhole,
I knew she needed to use the porcelain thrown
As I waited, I began working on my origami birds
20 minutes later, I heard a swishing, whirlpool like sound coming from the bathroom
She was like, "I'm cuckoo for cocoa puffs"!
"Ok, Let's eat!"
I knew she needed to use the porcelain thrown
As I waited, I began working on my origami birds
20 minutes later, I heard a swishing, whirlpool like sound coming from the bathroom
She was like, "I'm cuckoo for cocoa puffs"!
"Ok, Let's eat!"
#art
#food
#minimalist #ThrillSeeking
#minimalist #ThrillSeeking
130 reads
18 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 2:52am
2nd Feb 2025 2:52am
You Want To Join Me In A Portrait?
Jennifer lets Rose come out.
After dropping her robe, Rose saw Eric.
She smiled while Jennifer painted.
After dropping her robe, Rose saw Eric.
She smiled while Jennifer painted.
#art
#choices
#fiction
#friendship
#sex
140 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 1:30am
2nd Feb 2025 1:30am
The Feminine Stain
When I was a kid
my dad said he could
tell always when
a book was penned
by female hand and mind,
in cases even where
a male pseudonym was used,
and so he’d have to put it down
and pick up something else instead,
a woman’s prose
being too flowery for him.
He was horrified when
I told him at 12
that my favourite author
was Agatha Christie,
but settled a little
when I was 15
and reading Patricia Highsmith,
because she was a lesbian
and therefore of masculine mind,
to his mind.
...
my dad said he could
tell always when
a book was penned
by female hand and mind,
in cases even where
a male pseudonym was used,
and so he’d have to put it down
and pick up something else instead,
a woman’s prose
being too flowery for him.
He was horrified when
I told him at 12
that my favourite author
was Agatha Christie,
but settled a little
when I was 15
and reading Patricia Highsmith,
because she was a lesbian
and therefore of masculine mind,
to his mind.
...
#art
#feminism
#hate #oppression
#hate #oppression
50 reads
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 6:04pm
1st Feb 2025 6:04pm
A Faithless Eucharist
The only thing that gave me life
was art and literature,
though once I confused religion with such,
and so reclining with the damned,
I felt that I could follow Him.
But really it’s as empty as a faithless Eucharist,
and how I used art was only to form
a self that could like dough and flowers rise.
If not the Watchmaker at least
to some sense that you’re whole.
I think I’ll still be cynical and wretched at 50.
I’ve never cared for people, life,
except when evolution twists
genetic imperative’s knife.
was art and literature,
though once I confused religion with such,
and so reclining with the damned,
I felt that I could follow Him.
But really it’s as empty as a faithless Eucharist,
and how I used art was only to form
a self that could like dough and flowers rise.
If not the Watchmaker at least
to some sense that you’re whole.
I think I’ll still be cynical and wretched at 50.
I’ve never cared for people, life,
except when evolution twists
genetic imperative’s knife.
#apathy
#art
#atheism #spiritual
#atheism #spiritual
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 2:45am
31st Jan 2025 2:45am
Joining A Glam Metal Band Is Not Good
Racquel joined Nemesis on tour.
Everything was going okay before the drugs.
She's found dead in Miami.
Everything was going okay before the drugs.
She's found dead in Miami.
#art
#dark
#death
#drugs
#fiction
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 3:47am
30th Jan 2025 3:47am
In Front Of A Fireplace... And Something Else
Both Rick and Teri
got naked in front of both
a fire and Jeff's sex film crew.
got naked in front of both
a fire and Jeff's sex film crew.
#art
#fiction
#fire
#friendship
#sex
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 4:11pm
28th Jan 2025 4:11pm
A Lover's Sketch
We met at a lecture and talked about art, our pasts, and love.
The young student asked if he could draw me, and I said yes.
I lie prone on my bed, eyes closed while he sketches.
I feel his eyes and my body hums with a quiver centered on my cunt.
I am soft and open like a flower, realizing I am wet as if
this confirmed that I’m still among the living.
I feel like a child whose differentiation from the world is
being affirmed in the soft scratching of a young artist’s pencil.
After a few minutes, the pencil was quiet.
I kept my...
The young student asked if he could draw me, and I said yes.
I lie prone on my bed, eyes closed while he sketches.
I feel his eyes and my body hums with a quiver centered on my cunt.
I am soft and open like a flower, realizing I am wet as if
this confirmed that I’m still among the living.
I feel like a child whose differentiation from the world is
being affirmed in the soft scratching of a young artist’s pencil.
After a few minutes, the pencil was quiet.
I kept my...
#art
#sex
221 reads
3 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 2:52pm
28th Jan 2025 2:52pm
That Made Her Feel Guilty About It
The film's director said "action".
Marilyn approached and slid off her robe.
John started to hump her.
But she saw Harry outside the window.
That made her feel guilty about it.
Marilyn approached and slid off her robe.
John started to hump her.
But she saw Harry outside the window.
That made her feel guilty about it.
#art
#betrayal
#fiction
#friendship
#sex
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