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.
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
136 reads
8 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 4:48am
28th Dec 2024 4:48am
Slayed with Curses(Saved with Words)
Slayed with curses
Saved with words on pages
Of my iPhone screen
But to me
It’s like I put it down
On the Declaration
Of Independence
Depends on me
But I’m Growing
in Confidence
1776 But 1980
In my Sunburn
Look through my life
Layered down on an Apple
Saved with words on pages
Of my iPhone screen
But to me
It’s like I put it down
On the Declaration
Of Independence
Depends on me
But I’m Growing
in Confidence
1776 But 1980
In my Sunburn
Look through my life
Layered down on an Apple
#art
#MyInspiration
#passion
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 4:21am
27th Dec 2024 4:21am
Trophies
My shadowed halls where silence reigns
The air is thick with ancient stains
Upon the walls their gazes cling
Heads mounted high, in twisted rings
Their necks are bent, their angles wrong
Grotesque mockery of choral song
Each jaw unhinged, each mouth agape
A frozen hymn no voice escapes
Their hollow eyes, they pierce the gloom
Their whispers haunt this endless tomb
No mortal hand could set them so
What placed them here no man should know
And yet they watch with silent plea
A tableau of dark symmetry
Their...
The air is thick with ancient stains
Upon the walls their gazes cling
Heads mounted high, in twisted rings
Their necks are bent, their angles wrong
Grotesque mockery of choral song
Each jaw unhinged, each mouth agape
A frozen hymn no voice escapes
Their hollow eyes, they pierce the gloom
Their whispers haunt this endless tomb
No mortal hand could set them so
What placed them here no man should know
And yet they watch with silent plea
A tableau of dark symmetry
Their...
#art
#dark
#death
#murder
#night
58 reads
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 2:27pm
26th Dec 2024 2:27pm
prison
drunk on words, you threw yourself
into the hourly burly of
the great prison where thoughts are chained
by words and made to glow for their captors
they galvanise the self
that abstract thing
and make it almost real
for fleeting addictive moments
into the hourly burly of
the great prison where thoughts are chained
by words and made to glow for their captors
they galvanise the self
that abstract thing
and make it almost real
for fleeting addictive moments
#art
#identity
#SelfReflection #WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection #WritingPoetry
99 reads
3 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 10:49am
22nd Dec 2024 10:49am
Painting
I pick up my brush.
And I don't paint in a rush.
I begin to paint a rosy bush.
Roses,covered in thorns.
I paint a lively,blue sky.
And bumblebees,birds that begin to fly.
Maybe an ocean,a cloud that cry.
With soothing sounds of rain.
I'll paint myself and I won't feel any pain.
Maybe a rainbow on the other side.
And color palette in which I take pride.
Let's paint ourselves together like a work of art.
Because things have been rough and we worked hard.
Let us paint us on a stage far away from home.
A...
And I don't paint in a rush.
I begin to paint a rosy bush.
Roses,covered in thorns.
I paint a lively,blue sky.
And bumblebees,birds that begin to fly.
Maybe an ocean,a cloud that cry.
With soothing sounds of rain.
I'll paint myself and I won't feel any pain.
Maybe a rainbow on the other side.
And color palette in which I take pride.
Let's paint ourselves together like a work of art.
Because things have been rough and we worked hard.
Let us paint us on a stage far away from home.
A...
#art
#happiness
#hope
#motivational
#uplifting
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 2:39pm
21st Dec 2024 2:39pm
You Sure You Want To Be Only A Friend?
Rebecca was posing for Michael.
Then, she slipped off her bikini top.
That turned him on quick.
Then, she slipped off her bikini top.
That turned him on quick.
#art
#beauty
#fiction
#friendship
#sex
166 reads
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MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 8:24am
19th Dec 2024 8:24am
The Gift Of Muse And The Grace To Inspire
If I have to poetry see and define
My words would shrink and stop to ink
My thoughts would be unable to align
And in confusion I would rather sink..
Visions in words would learn how to speak
Words marvellously moulded by a wordsmith
Far reaching charm a poet would constantly seek
Unique gems adeptly crafted by a goldsmith..
It’s the power to paint and portray
Compose a tune.. an ambient so rare
An art gallery, a rich tapestry to display
Masters of words of sublime flair..
Much more.. the magic of poetry ...
My words would shrink and stop to ink
My thoughts would be unable to align
And in confusion I would rather sink..
Visions in words would learn how to speak
Words marvellously moulded by a wordsmith
Far reaching charm a poet would constantly seek
Unique gems adeptly crafted by a goldsmith..
It’s the power to paint and portray
Compose a tune.. an ambient so rare
An art gallery, a rich tapestry to display
Masters of words of sublime flair..
Much more.. the magic of poetry ...
#art
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
105 reads
6 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 2:18pm
16th Dec 2024 2:18pm
Collage Art - Not Pretty - What I Do
On purpose
Cut up old paintings
Make collages
This one came out rustic
Added oil pastels
Functional
Not pretty
Life is like that
I’m not pretty anymore
Most parts still working …
Cut up old paintings
Make collages
This one came out rustic
Added oil pastels
Functional
Not pretty
Life is like that
I’m not pretty anymore
Most parts still working …
#art
#confessional
#identity
#PopCulture
#SelfWorth
173 reads
26 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 1:45pm
16th Dec 2024 1:45pm
the illustrator, and the author(comfort levels)
I admire, the artist that carries their easle outside for inspiration- as much as they choose to stay indoors; I admire, the author that writes extensively- especially the poet that has no ceiling as they superbly take the floor....
you've got someone who embraces "cooking"(reference to art/poetry)- just enough to save and not spend more- but much prefers to order something- delivered right straight to the door.... yeah that "someone's " me.... lol 🤎
you've got someone who embraces "cooking"(reference to art/poetry)- just enough to save and not spend more- but much prefers to order something- delivered right straight to the door.... yeah that "someone's " me.... lol 🤎
#admiration
#art
#funny #WritingPoetry
#funny #WritingPoetry
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PAR
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 12:01pm
8th Dec 2024 12:01pm
Flock of Brushstrokes
Beneath the silence of the gallery,
calm, in front of the ancient still life.
The solitary figure cradles,
in the soft glow, the soul binds.
Brushstrokes capture ephemerality,
rich colors, vibrating tactile textures,
ripe fruit and flowers in a flock
as if breathing in the air.
A deep connection the canvas evokes,
transported to the painting, suspended time.
Details touch it like a light breeze,
melancholy that becomes immense.
Lost in rapture all feels small
and at the same time, deeply human. ...
calm, in front of the ancient still life.
The solitary figure cradles,
in the soft glow, the soul binds.
Brushstrokes capture ephemerality,
rich colors, vibrating tactile textures,
ripe fruit and flowers in a flock
as if breathing in the air.
A deep connection the canvas evokes,
transported to the painting, suspended time.
Details touch it like a light breeze,
melancholy that becomes immense.
Lost in rapture all feels small
and at the same time, deeply human. ...
#art
#birds
#flowers
78 reads
6 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 2:27am
8th Dec 2024 2:27am
Less News, More Art
What survives the centuries?
Art.
There have always been fires,
both real and metaphorical.
They are currently burning fast and furious
with plenty more on the way.
Enough with the ceremonial doom dance around each one.
Less news.
More art.
Create it every way you can.
And dance to celebrate the joy.
Art.
There have always been fires,
both real and metaphorical.
They are currently burning fast and furious
with plenty more on the way.
Enough with the ceremonial doom dance around each one.
Less news.
More art.
Create it every way you can.
And dance to celebrate the joy.
#art
138 reads
11 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 11:31pm
5th Dec 2024 11:31pm
the national gallery
after looking at the
paintings
we went to the shop
and bought postcards of
the paintings
are great, but I like
to take home
little postcards
paintings
we went to the shop
and bought postcards of
the paintings
are great, but I like
to take home
little postcards
#art
75 reads
5 Comments
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