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.
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
89 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
192 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
72 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
135 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 12:37pm
16th Jan 2025 12:37pm
Insanity a la carte
Glimmering beneath a sheen,
where shadows dance in whispers, unseen.
Veiled chaos, finely painted dreams,
in the cracks madness gleams.
Fragile echoes in twilight's embrace,
haunting glimpses of a fractured face.
Silent screams, behind polished walls,
in the stillness a storm calls.
Beneath the surface, turmoil brews.
Masked by a gloss of tranquil hues.
In the heart, a restless fire,
burning with unspoken desire.
Mirrored reflections, distorted and clear,
a dance with demons ever near.
Eyes that...
where shadows dance in whispers, unseen.
Veiled chaos, finely painted dreams,
in the cracks madness gleams.
Fragile echoes in twilight's embrace,
haunting glimpses of a fractured face.
Silent screams, behind polished walls,
in the stillness a storm calls.
Beneath the surface, turmoil brews.
Masked by a gloss of tranquil hues.
In the heart, a restless fire,
burning with unspoken desire.
Mirrored reflections, distorted and clear,
a dance with demons ever near.
Eyes that...
#anxiety
#art
#courage
#insomnia
#mirror
73 reads
6 Comments
Glaxian
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 3:50pm
14th Jan 2025 3:50pm
Ethereal
Ethereal
I like to make lists; Horses, titanium, ethereal
People don't understand.
I don't blame them they are just limited
They tell me there are more bacterium
In and around a person than human cells.
It makes sense in a way,
I think it is the smell.
I like to count sheep; ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
People don't understand.
Don't blame me it's just the medicine.
Maybe our bacterium do more good
Than we do, during the time of sleeping.
Doesn't matter either way,
And bacteria can't smell.
I like to...
I like to make lists; Horses, titanium, ethereal
People don't understand.
I don't blame them they are just limited
They tell me there are more bacterium
In and around a person than human cells.
It makes sense in a way,
I think it is the smell.
I like to count sheep; ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
People don't understand.
Don't blame me it's just the medicine.
Maybe our bacterium do more good
Than we do, during the time of sleeping.
Doesn't matter either way,
And bacteria can't smell.
I like to...
#art
#meditation
#mirror
#NewYear
#reading
56 reads
1 Comment
oldmanG
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 5:01am
8th Jan 2025 5:01am
Joy in Stone
Joy in stone
Bridges stand like Colossus of Rhodes
Seven wonder of ancient worlds
Take abuse and wind and rain
But they stand tall all over us
See some tagger about to do some blasphemy
Sacrilegious History
These sands of time rise above
He won’t let it be defaced
It’s like time says take a timeout
Pieces of art designed to transport
The past into the present
How can a young fool do the deed
While Banksy says
Make ‘em smile While they piss
Fields of history used by so many to say little ...
Bridges stand like Colossus of Rhodes
Seven wonder of ancient worlds
Take abuse and wind and rain
But they stand tall all over us
See some tagger about to do some blasphemy
Sacrilegious History
These sands of time rise above
He won’t let it be defaced
It’s like time says take a timeout
Pieces of art designed to transport
The past into the present
How can a young fool do the deed
While Banksy says
Make ‘em smile While they piss
Fields of history used by so many to say little ...
#art
#beauty
#culture
38 reads
0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 4:30am
5th Jan 2025 4:30am
Rothko, Pollock, Poetspeak …
Poetspeak
Obviously the best looking
Those other guys
Yeah, they carried it
Just like Jack Casady on bass
Bless its Pointed Little Head album
Google it
Listen
Back to Poetspeak
The original Box Head
What do I always say ?
Stay Tuned
Obviously the best looking
Those other guys
Yeah, they carried it
Just like Jack Casady on bass
Bless its Pointed Little Head album
Google it
Listen
Back to Poetspeak
The original Box Head
What do I always say ?
Stay Tuned
#art
#identity
#music
#myself
#PopCulture
171 reads
48 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 10:11pm
3rd Jan 2025 10:11pm
"Arteast"
untapped potential- yet to have been truly utilized- from sketch pads and pencils- to paintings- all things gravitationally pulled;
where I want to be(if ever there's such a place) versus- where absolutely i do not; I know I'm one of those- who just so happens to be- existing here- I'm not big on vodka but i see things "everclear"
I could capture it all- just how I'd prefer or how it actually is as opposed to how I want things to not just appear to be; I'm that "stereotype"-i'll lock...
where I want to be(if ever there's such a place) versus- where absolutely i do not; I know I'm one of those- who just so happens to be- existing here- I'm not big on vodka but i see things "everclear"
I could capture it all- just how I'd prefer or how it actually is as opposed to how I want things to not just appear to be; I'm that "stereotype"-i'll lock...
#art
#escape
#humankind
#MentalHealth
#philosophical
115 reads
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 1:13am
2nd Jan 2025 1:13am
utter chaos
direct vision this is madness speaking
should you want to talk to me
twilghted grief, midnight, addresses me
child of discontent, what troubles you
painful need speaks with the language of ache
grieving in the eternal with internal haunts
my feelings bring hurtful memories
sulking in the shadows I pull back into the darkness
covering myself with inky clouds
diluting my hurt with liquor
the spirits comfort
walking in the shaded doom
inspecting the beauty of the grey
lingers my emotions and I cry ...
should you want to talk to me
twilghted grief, midnight, addresses me
child of discontent, what troubles you
painful need speaks with the language of ache
grieving in the eternal with internal haunts
my feelings bring hurtful memories
sulking in the shadows I pull back into the darkness
covering myself with inky clouds
diluting my hurt with liquor
the spirits comfort
walking in the shaded doom
inspecting the beauty of the grey
lingers my emotions and I cry ...
#art
#dark
104 reads
6 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 5:39pm
29th Dec 2024 5:39pm
Strung Out
No
Not me
I’m pretty innocent
No drugs
Alcohol sparingly
Weird sex needs
But
Seriously
If it’s not weird
Who needs it ?
Not me
I’m pretty innocent
No drugs
Alcohol sparingly
Weird sex needs
But
Seriously
If it’s not weird
Who needs it ?
#art
#risk
#sex #ThrillSeeking
#sex #ThrillSeeking
177 reads
31 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 10:27am
29th Dec 2024 10:27am
a Grimoire 's art
my love is bronze sky
interlacing garlands being drawn
canvassing
this pain(t) is old
amidst vetiver hung low
veil fluttering patchouli
brittle bone brittle heart
jargon blushing brushing
I walk with Sappho
she whispers as her
proclaiming fingers hold
our fountain pens move
a name is given
ripe fruit rests
vessels ...
interlacing garlands being drawn
canvassing
this pain(t) is old
amidst vetiver hung low
veil fluttering patchouli
brittle bone brittle heart
jargon blushing brushing
I walk with Sappho
she whispers as her
proclaiming fingers hold
our fountain pens move
a name is given
ripe fruit rests
vessels ...
#art
135 reads
8 Comments
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