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
30th Mar 2025 3:27pm
30th Mar 2025 3:27pm
Why Peter And Lindsay's Wedding Is Called Off
Barbara snapped pics of Lindsay.
She unbuttoned her friend's denim jacket slightly.
Then, Lindsay's fiancé Peter appeared.
He slid off his robe.
Barbara insisted Lindsay get naked as well.
Peter told Lindsay "It's okay."
Lindsay stripped and grabbed Peter.
Barbara snapped photos of both of them.
Then, someone slammed the door.
Barbara's roommate Karen looked shocked.
She was supposed to be Lindsay's bridesmaid.
Barbara tried to explain it.
Karen was too upset by that scene.
She slammed her bedroom...
She unbuttoned her friend's denim jacket slightly.
Then, Lindsay's fiancé Peter appeared.
He slid off his robe.
Barbara insisted Lindsay get naked as well.
Peter told Lindsay "It's okay."
Lindsay stripped and grabbed Peter.
Barbara snapped photos of both of them.
Then, someone slammed the door.
Barbara's roommate Karen looked shocked.
She was supposed to be Lindsay's bridesmaid.
Barbara tried to explain it.
Karen was too upset by that scene.
She slammed her bedroom...
#art
#betrayal
#fiction
#friendship
#sex
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
29th Mar 2025 6:05am
29th Mar 2025 6:05am
Argonne Rebels
Go, you Rebels!
The summers of youth are a distant memory
Hot days under the sun
Endless rehearsals
Drill after drill
But at night under the stadium lights
The screams and applause from the crowds
Had an electric energy
Oh those must’ve been some glorious days
There is an echo that travels throughout time
The wall of sound from brass
The thunder of drums
Flags waving in the wind
Rifles tossed in the air
But what reverberates aside from the music and sight
More than the color and pageantry
Is the...
The summers of youth are a distant memory
Hot days under the sun
Endless rehearsals
Drill after drill
But at night under the stadium lights
The screams and applause from the crowds
Had an electric energy
Oh those must’ve been some glorious days
There is an echo that travels throughout time
The wall of sound from brass
The thunder of drums
Flags waving in the wind
Rifles tossed in the air
But what reverberates aside from the music and sight
More than the color and pageantry
Is the...
#art
#family
#friendship
#music
#tradition
129 reads
6 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
27th Mar 2025 1:45am
27th Mar 2025 1:45am
Don't Be Shy. Come In And Strip Down.
Griffin peeked into Cody's bedroom.
She allowed Ruby to snap naked photos.
Then, she spotted her roommate.
She allowed Ruby to snap naked photos.
Then, she spotted her roommate.
#art
#fiction
#friendship
#home
#sex
212 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 24th Mar 2025 7:50pm
11th Nov 2020 4:56am
11th Nov 2020 4:56am
Ode to The Persistence of Memory
tick
tock tock
tick tick
tock |___ tock
tick tick
tock tock
tick
The hands of time keep moving
Without stopping
or s-l-o-w-i-n-g down
But in my mind I’m drawn toward some surreal dream
To somewhere in –
- and out of memory
Maybe it’s the
nostalgia
Maybe it’s...
tock tock
tick tick
tock |___ tock
tick tick
tock tock
tick
The hands of time keep moving
Without stopping
or s-l-o-w-i-n-g down
But in my mind I’m drawn toward some surreal dream
To somewhere in –
- and out of memory
Maybe it’s the
nostalgia
Maybe it’s...
#dreams
#art
#surreal
807 reads
22 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
19th Mar 2025 1:30am
19th Mar 2025 1:30am
For The Centerfold Of This Month's Issue
Might
as well
go ahead
and strip before
I let that one guy
snap some photos of me
for the centerfold of this
month's issue of Hustler. I just
hope that Dad would not buy a copy
or he would really go ballistic.
as well
go ahead
and strip before
I let that one guy
snap some photos of me
for the centerfold of this
month's issue of Hustler. I just
hope that Dad would not buy a copy
or he would really go ballistic.
#art
#dialogue
#family
#fiction
#sex
135 reads
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mingomingus
SamTheSlam
SamTheSlam
Poem Published
16th Mar 2025 11:02pm
16th Mar 2025 11:02pm
Panda Monium
Art is a demon
exorcizing possession
of an infantile regiment
prescribing mediums
to cure by orders
March on!
over a child infantry
trigger finger painting
holy water guns
on the streets of Hamburg
begging Mutter,
'Gibt mir dat'
knowing damn well
when they grow up
the Beast will take more for less
Do what I say, not what I do
leading robots, batteries not
included AA triple tow threat
a real wrecker with no automobile
shot gun stream of consciousness
blows me...
exorcizing possession
of an infantile regiment
prescribing mediums
to cure by orders
March on!
over a child infantry
trigger finger painting
holy water guns
on the streets of Hamburg
begging Mutter,
'Gibt mir dat'
knowing damn well
when they grow up
the Beast will take more for less
Do what I say, not what I do
leading robots, batteries not
included AA triple tow threat
a real wrecker with no automobile
shot gun stream of consciousness
blows me...
#art
98 reads
0 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 12:36pm
12th Mar 2025 12:36pm
admiration
my words are merely raindrops; yours- the weekly forecast; you'd sing lead with the choir well- I'd rather seek the pew;
I could sketch by sight more-less; you could fill art galleries; there's much to be admired; there's range and volume in your passion; I'm just purging with my words;
you'd drown me like the ocean- or scorch me with your rage; the ocean is your canvas; I'm fine with ponds and lakes....
you're seasoned with the music- piano chords you play; your tendency of song choice- leave...
I could sketch by sight more-less; you could fill art galleries; there's much to be admired; there's range and volume in your passion; I'm just purging with my words;
you'd drown me like the ocean- or scorch me with your rage; the ocean is your canvas; I'm fine with ponds and lakes....
you're seasoned with the music- piano chords you play; your tendency of song choice- leave...
#admiration
#respect
#philosophical #art
#philosophical #art
134 reads
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 1:31pm
11th Mar 2025 1:31pm
No Thanks. I'm Just Here To Visit A Friend.
Tim came to Glendale early.
He caught Michelle posing naked for Monique.
Monique asked Tim to join.
He caught Michelle posing naked for Monique.
Monique asked Tim to join.
#art
#confusion
#fiction
#friendship
#sex
174 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
9th Mar 2025 11:00pm
9th Mar 2025 11:00pm
How we create
I write these words of the deepness of thoughts and creativity, to inspire all who have a passion to create. Whether it's from pen to paper or paint to canvas, for I am a firm believer as a writer, that we all have special talents as it is something that we love.
For sure it's something that we do in order to express, our thoughts and insight and feelings and imagination. As we release the gifted talents that we have to be able, to create something that is apart of us to share with others and the world 🌎 🪬 SHAMAN 🪬
For sure it's something that we do in order to express, our thoughts and insight and feelings and imagination. As we release the gifted talents that we have to be able, to create something that is apart of us to share with others and the world 🌎 🪬 SHAMAN 🪬
#art
#dreams
#PersonalGrowth
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
104 reads
4 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
9th Mar 2025 7:42pm
9th Mar 2025 7:42pm
Kirstie's Really Got Guts
#art
#betrayal
#dialogue
#fiction
#friendship
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
9th Mar 2025 2:06pm
9th Mar 2025 2:06pm
Why is Art?
I sometimes think
that when you’re young
you think of art as
a provocation,
and when you’re old
you take it as
a comfort more
than anything,
and in between
it serves as both
depending on
each need and want.
that when you’re young
you think of art as
a provocation,
and when you’re old
you take it as
a comfort more
than anything,
and in between
it serves as both
depending on
each need and want.
#aging
#art
#MovingOn #SelfDiscovery
#MovingOn #SelfDiscovery
127 reads
2 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 1:09pm
5th Mar 2025 1:09pm
One Session With An Artist
She walked towards the artist.
She dropped the robe and sat naked.
The artist paints her portrait.
She dropped the robe and sat naked.
The artist paints her portrait.
#acceptance
#art
#fiction
#sex
#success
190 reads
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