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.
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
118 reads
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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
204 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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PAR
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 1:40pm
28th Jan 2025 1:40pm
Inpromptu haiku
Painted thoughts swirl fast
Madness shines with polished gleam
Just insanity
Madness shines with polished gleam
Just insanity
#art
#surreal
#WritingPoetry
57 reads
6 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 10:54pm
27th Jan 2025 10:54pm
Cord, Bottle Caps, Cardboard = ART
Collage
On
Recycled Amazon cardboard
Fluorescent Lime Cord
.99 at the Super Store
Gatorade Zero bottle caps
Labor - 15 minutes tops ..
Could easily hang in a museum
Instead
It stays with me
Priceless
On
Recycled Amazon cardboard
Fluorescent Lime Cord
.99 at the Super Store
Gatorade Zero bottle caps
Labor - 15 minutes tops ..
Could easily hang in a museum
Instead
It stays with me
Priceless
#art
120 reads
26 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 4:06am
27th Jan 2025 4:06am
Night Call
Pulled me into your lair
Cocktails for 2
Let my passion hold you tight
Surrender ?
Cocktails for 2
Let my passion hold you tight
Surrender ?
#art
#night
#seductive
#temptation
#ThrillSeeking
135 reads
14 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 6:33pm
24th Jan 2025 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
53 reads
3 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 2:25am
19th Jan 2025 2:25am
Color Storm
I vibe at the confluence of purple and pink
pinkle,
if you must
I swim in aqua
prescient dreams
a tranquil pool of trust
sometimes peach
feels within reach
social and a bit romantic
red enlivens here and there
just a touch
or the feeling gets too frantic
soft silvery gray
is a place I can stay
when I need to be off the air
dull and dusky earth tones
fill me with despair
lime green
is like a beam
to a goofy, happy place
puce is a color
I don't...
pinkle,
if you must
I swim in aqua
prescient dreams
a tranquil pool of trust
sometimes peach
feels within reach
social and a bit romantic
red enlivens here and there
just a touch
or the feeling gets too frantic
soft silvery gray
is a place I can stay
when I need to be off the air
dull and dusky earth tones
fill me with despair
lime green
is like a beam
to a goofy, happy place
puce is a color
I don't...
#art
#beauty
#emotions
71 reads
5 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 11:31pm
18th Jan 2025 11:31pm
Moaning Lisa
It looks like it might rain there...
judging from the sky...
...but I could get you wetter!
Long sleeves and gown...
a style of your day...
are you cold? Are your nipples hard?
Our skin tone is similar...
Our naked flesh would mix well...
hopefully you aren't...my ancestor!
I could make your little smile large
I'd crawl under your gown...
you'd be Moaning Lisa!
Then, we trade places!!!
Leonardo could watch (and paint)!
judging from the sky...
...but I could get you wetter!
Long sleeves and gown...
a style of your day...
are you cold? Are your nipples hard?
Our skin tone is similar...
Our naked flesh would mix well...
hopefully you aren't...my ancestor!
I could make your little smile large
I'd crawl under your gown...
you'd be Moaning Lisa!
Then, we trade places!!!
Leonardo could watch (and paint)!
#art
#sex
190 reads
6 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 3:07pm
17th Jan 2025 3:07pm
Death of a Big Fish
for David Lynch
The strangeness inherent in you
was not disturbing, in the end,
not in a sense that prophesied flames, at least,
but opened up a strange vista,
one terrifying in Radcliffe’s vision
of what defines terror:
expanding your soul, not annihilating.
A woman in trouble. Wrapped in plastic.
Bipedal bunny rabbits in human clothes.
Dennis Hopper huffing gas.
Laura Dern with weird stretched-out smile.
Or LAX in brightest day.
The sentimental turned
to sinister. Black Lodge. Dwarf.
These painterly...
The strangeness inherent in you
was not disturbing, in the end,
not in a sense that prophesied flames, at least,
but opened up a strange vista,
one terrifying in Radcliffe’s vision
of what defines terror:
expanding your soul, not annihilating.
A woman in trouble. Wrapped in plastic.
Bipedal bunny rabbits in human clothes.
Dennis Hopper huffing gas.
Laura Dern with weird stretched-out smile.
Or LAX in brightest day.
The sentimental turned
to sinister. Black Lodge. Dwarf.
These painterly...
#admiration
#art
#LifeCycle #PopCulture
#LifeCycle #PopCulture
70 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 2:03pm
17th Jan 2025 2:03pm
Keep it alive
Love, in its essence, is an eternal flame
burning bright through the corridors of time.
In the quiet moments it whispers secrets
shared between souls like the rustling of leaves.
It is the meeting of hearts, unspoken understanding.
A gentle touch that speaks louder than words.
Love transcends the physical, reaching into the depths
binding us together in an unbreakable bond.
It is the comfort in the storm, a refuge.
The silent strength that holds us when we falter.
In its presence we find our truest selves.
Reflected...
burning bright through the corridors of time.
In the quiet moments it whispers secrets
shared between souls like the rustling of leaves.
It is the meeting of hearts, unspoken understanding.
A gentle touch that speaks louder than words.
Love transcends the physical, reaching into the depths
binding us together in an unbreakable bond.
It is the comfort in the storm, a refuge.
The silent strength that holds us when we falter.
In its presence we find our truest selves.
Reflected...
#art
#dance
#happiness
#kindness
#love
133 reads
8 Comments
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