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.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
6th Apr 2024 12:20pm
6th Apr 2024 12:20pm
What do you see?
An image of truth or an image of the imagination. You decide.
My mind visions someone's lip cut by a cheese grader.
My mind visions someone's lip cut by a cheese grader.
#art
59 reads
4 Comments
jemac
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 9:53pm
5th Apr 2024 9:53pm
Frida
she weeps in flowers
they grace her table
along with globs of paint
brushes stand in wait
aged and smooth from weary hands
stained with feelings of rebirth
slowly she paints
flowers convalesce
on a background
of muted tones
they flourish
each petal gracefully unfurls
easing her image
into a bounty of rich hues
where they are free to hang
bend without breaking
knowing no hardship
she imagines her
tears pooling in the vase
so clear and without the fog
of...
they grace her table
along with globs of paint
brushes stand in wait
aged and smooth from weary hands
stained with feelings of rebirth
slowly she paints
flowers convalesce
on a background
of muted tones
they flourish
each petal gracefully unfurls
easing her image
into a bounty of rich hues
where they are free to hang
bend without breaking
knowing no hardship
she imagines her
tears pooling in the vase
so clear and without the fog
of...
#flowers
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#art
#admiration
100 reads
7 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 8:06am
5th Apr 2024 8:06am
the porch
the porch,
my learning
tool,
it's feet,
it's arms,
wide eyes
and constant
stare,
colored like
those of
mostly summer,
edges of
other seasons
lay in
the edges,
each day
in between
porch posts,
it's
wide mouth
vibrates
and once
tapping
each board,
brushed
with ideas
of casual
replies.
my learning
tool,
it's feet,
it's arms,
wide eyes
and constant
stare,
colored like
those of
mostly summer,
edges of
other seasons
lay in
the edges,
each day
in between
porch posts,
it's
wide mouth
vibrates
and once
tapping
each board,
brushed
with ideas
of casual
replies.
#home
#learning
#freedom
#art
#passion
53 reads
6 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 7:15am
5th Apr 2024 7:15am
My painting carries with it the message of pain.
Sometimes there is a dignity in death
beauty in decay of a wounded hart
flora and fauna have escaped from
beneath these hands
I am a roe deer gallantly galloping
he adorns me with his voice
galvanized in each corner
burst at my spine ravenous
each chasm tingling
over my spinal cord
Diego is my canvas
adorned with his venemous arrows
I enveloped my artisan soul
from him rivers rise
his hands are a phoenix
coaxed figurines dancing
molen...
beauty in decay of a wounded hart
flora and fauna have escaped from
beneath these hands
I am a roe deer gallantly galloping
he adorns me with his voice
galvanized in each corner
burst at my spine ravenous
each chasm tingling
over my spinal cord
Diego is my canvas
adorned with his venemous arrows
I enveloped my artisan soul
from him rivers rise
his hands are a phoenix
coaxed figurines dancing
molen...
#shadows
#art
#symbolism
70 reads
0 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
4th Apr 2024 4:47am
4th Apr 2024 4:47am
Spin it Black
It was a thing at the time
in tourist towns everywhere
i aligned with it in Gatlinburg, Tennessee
the summer before first grade
my cousin Sue Rose
an old girl of 14
is watching me squeeze condiment bottles of paint
onto the fast-spinning little canvas
round and round it goes
as i squeeze pink and blue and lime green
Sue Rose keeps exclaiming how pretty it is!
for some reason this bothers me
I grab the pointy tipped bottle of black
wrap both of my little hands around it
and give a mighty...
in tourist towns everywhere
i aligned with it in Gatlinburg, Tennessee
the summer before first grade
my cousin Sue Rose
an old girl of 14
is watching me squeeze condiment bottles of paint
onto the fast-spinning little canvas
round and round it goes
as i squeeze pink and blue and lime green
Sue Rose keeps exclaiming how pretty it is!
for some reason this bothers me
I grab the pointy tipped bottle of black
wrap both of my little hands around it
and give a mighty...
#dark
#childhood
#art
76 reads
5 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 11:40am
3rd Apr 2024 11:40am
Sit Down and Enjoy the Show (Part 2)... I Had A Dream
Bob Ross spoke to me last night
in my dream he told me,
don't just use an off white
use any color your wife will produce internally
it will create a much happier picture
I gave the idea some thinking
suddenly
A small cardinal appeared on my window sill
I handled one of god's creatures with care
placed the cardinal in my Afro and felt free
I may try this experiment tonight
my girlfriend is coming over again
lets see what happens...
in my dream he told me,
don't just use an off white
use any color your wife will produce internally
it will create a much happier picture
I gave the idea some thinking
suddenly
A small cardinal appeared on my window sill
I handled one of god's creatures with care
placed the cardinal in my Afro and felt free
I may try this experiment tonight
my girlfriend is coming over again
lets see what happens...
#happiness
#dreams
#birds
#freedom
#art
86 reads
8 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 7:40pm
1st Apr 2024 7:40pm
Well? Would You Like To Join Me On This Bed?
Alice stepped out of
the bathroom, let her robe slide
off and laid on Wade's own bed.
Then, she watched him shoot
some naked photos of her,
smiled and held out her one hand.
the bathroom, let her robe slide
off and laid on Wade's own bed.
Then, she watched him shoot
some naked photos of her,
smiled and held out her one hand.
#friendship
#home
#fiction
#art
#sensual
99 reads
0 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 1:14pm
1st Apr 2024 1:14pm
Can’t Fool Me? (NaPoWriMo 1)
I felt like a fool.
All the rage of the age of technology
But I felt nothing stir within
Just Mirrors, Projectors, and Lights.
And I,
seemed to see past
the technicolour cast;
the Wizard behind the curtain
with a high degree of certain,
that it is all a fake facade.
That it is all a show upon a stage
But One is not amused,
or fooled by the magics.
And simply looking for the exit.
All the rage of the age of technology
But I felt nothing stir within
Just Mirrors, Projectors, and Lights.
And I,
seemed to see past
the technicolour cast;
the Wizard behind the curtain
with a high degree of certain,
that it is all a fake facade.
That it is all a show upon a stage
But One is not amused,
or fooled by the magics.
And simply looking for the exit.
#technology
#art
#NaPoWriMo2024
49 reads
2 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 3:57am
1st Apr 2024 3:57am
The Art of Forgetting
At my age, my short-term memory sometimes sputters like a dollar store lighter. My long-term memory, however, flares bold and bright. Though I have the requisite sunny happy memories, a few ancient negative experiences sometimes outshine them. Can I really still be bothered by a bad experience in first grade, so many decades ago? Yeah. Watch.
. For the first three months of that year, I was only five. Way too young to be told I suck at art, but that is indeed what happened.
I remember the private school classroom perfectly. Tidy rows of brown desks. Large windows...
. For the first three months of that year, I was only five. Way too young to be told I suck at art, but that is indeed what happened.
I remember the private school classroom perfectly. Tidy rows of brown desks. Large windows...
#art
#SelfWorth
110 reads
10 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 3:37am
1st Apr 2024 3:37am
128 ZM6
Small Format
Gouache on cardboard
Recycled double agent
Minimalist
Take what’s given
Lifelong artist
The journey moves forward …
Gouache on cardboard
Recycled double agent
Minimalist
Take what’s given
Lifelong artist
The journey moves forward …
#identity
#art
#minimalist
97 reads
12 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
30th Mar 2024 6:52pm
30th Mar 2024 6:52pm
8869215
That was my number
The story goes without saying
Absolutely Sweet Marie
To live outside the law you must be honest
Blonde on Blonde
Mr. Bob Dylan
Some say you’re dating yourself
I never let me down
The story goes without saying
Absolutely Sweet Marie
To live outside the law you must be honest
Blonde on Blonde
Mr. Bob Dylan
Some say you’re dating yourself
I never let me down
#music
#lyrics
#TruthOfLife
#art
#philosophical
101 reads
16 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
29th Mar 2024 3:38am
29th Mar 2024 3:38am
spectacle
that lonely
blooming
flower,
strong
enough
to stand
up in
the crack
through
the sidewalk,
displaying
its brightness
compared to
that
dull gray-white
finish
of footsteps,
where
you will
have
your children,
to wait
while
the wind
divides them.
blooming
flower,
strong
enough
to stand
up in
the crack
through
the sidewalk,
displaying
its brightness
compared to
that
dull gray-white
finish
of footsteps,
where
you will
have
your children,
to wait
while
the wind
divides them.
#flowers
#nature
#freedom
#art
#passion
69 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems about Art
