Poems About Art by Top Critiquers
#art
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 8:47pm
8th Feb 2025 8:47pm
Limp Sound Display (collaboration with PAR)
Unwind the clock
there far beyond the beyond
where there is no one else
the world's on fire
on the waters he walks
humanity also walks...
passing the time with song
humming happy thoughts
Mouse falls into a trap
volcanoes explode islands
birds in my tree
birds destroy their nests
a rainy day, wash the hate away
like seahorse cowboys
singing their song
mushroom clouds dissipate
strawberries mean love
Let your body go with the wind
let your body free from your mind
Find the stairway at the...
there far beyond the beyond
where there is no one else
the world's on fire
on the waters he walks
humanity also walks...
passing the time with song
humming happy thoughts
Mouse falls into a trap
volcanoes explode islands
birds in my tree
birds destroy their nests
a rainy day, wash the hate away
like seahorse cowboys
singing their song
mushroom clouds dissipate
strawberries mean love
Let your body go with the wind
let your body free from your mind
Find the stairway at the...
#admiration
#art
#collaboration
#dreams
#utopia
137 reads
12 Comments
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
127 reads
6 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
5th Jul 2022 6:06pm
5th Jul 2022 6:06pm
Interpretive Woodcarving
I was at a plein air art show last fall
and at first,
I dismissed the sculptor
at the end
of the row,
with his hewn statuettes
amid the pretension
of watercolor and
bubble-gum-wrapper genius
But he might have been the best,
the one with the most soul.
I found myself with the crowd
mesmerized as he fired up
the chainsaw,
and transformed
a round hunk of dead tree
into something with a form
and a presence,
into something
living,
something
beautiful.
...
and at first,
I dismissed the sculptor
at the end
of the row,
with his hewn statuettes
amid the pretension
of watercolor and
bubble-gum-wrapper genius
But he might have been the best,
the one with the most soul.
I found myself with the crowd
mesmerized as he fired up
the chainsaw,
and transformed
a round hunk of dead tree
into something with a form
and a presence,
into something
living,
something
beautiful.
...
#lust
#art
#obsession
558 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
102 reads
4 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
28th Aug 2022 8:06pm
28th Aug 2022 8:06pm
THE NUDE
#rhyming
#TruthOfLife
#art
420 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
29th Aug 2020 7:02pm
29th Aug 2020 7:02pm
amoebic minds of noisy pollutional mutations... absolves unto the Silent. Absolute. Truth: LOVE
august mercurial sunshine's an
intense powerplay of switching
degrees & unheard postures in
deadening twinges & brilliant
tinges of a slyly thievishness...
pretty d a n g e r o u s l y
of its quintessence- 'the sunniness' rays it rains...
with sudden sweepy shadowy p(l)ays it swapper sways...
cheap irony. timing the timeless Shakespeare,
“All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time...
intense powerplay of switching
degrees & unheard postures in
deadening twinges & brilliant
tinges of a slyly thievishness...
pretty d a n g e r o u s l y
of its quintessence- 'the sunniness' rays it rains...
with sudden sweepy shadowy p(l)ays it swapper sways...
cheap irony. timing the timeless Shakespeare,
“All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time...
#love
#sun
#silence
#spiritual
#art
502 reads
5 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
202 reads
48 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
1st May 2025 7:26pm
1st May 2025 7:26pm
Jean Joseph, Ave Maria and Pacific Crest
When Pacific Crest visited Rome, New York
The school campus was too small for all the groups
So many corps had to go into the local neighborhoods
To warm up before they entered the stadium
And so it was that Pacific Crest came to Jean Joseph’s yard
(Her husband had marched drum corps in the 1940s)
And all though she could no longer attend the show
It was a treat to listen to the corps rehearse
And every year when Pacific Crest came to Rome
By tradition they stood outside Jean Joseph’s home
As a thank you, the corps would...
The school campus was too small for all the groups
So many corps had to go into the local neighborhoods
To warm up before they entered the stadium
And so it was that Pacific Crest came to Jean Joseph’s yard
(Her husband had marched drum corps in the 1940s)
And all though she could no longer attend the show
It was a treat to listen to the corps rehearse
And every year when Pacific Crest came to Rome
By tradition they stood outside Jean Joseph’s home
As a thank you, the corps would...
#art
#music
38 reads
2 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
24th Sep 2018 2:17pm
24th Sep 2018 2:17pm
Dearest
i dream of you
in hues of azure
dream of erasing
the winterblues
with strokes
of hope
in our hands
a palette of
promises
shades of
us, waiting
to be painted
turning the dark
into a work of art
blending blues
on astral canvas
fusing in azure
if and when
i promise this
i will call you muse
in hues of azure
dream of erasing
the winterblues
with strokes
of hope
in our hands
a palette of
promises
shades of
us, waiting
to be painted
turning the dark
into a work of art
blending blues
on astral canvas
fusing in azure
if and when
i promise this
i will call you muse
#dreams
#art
1128 reads
28 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 4:04am
18th Apr 2025 4:04am
Harvest From the Tomb
I sow these seeds of love for future’s bloom;
commit them to the dark in hope of light,
through dank decay, to harvest from the tomb.
When melancholy clouds my lover’s mind
and tenderness awakens only spite,
still, I sow seeds of love for future’s bloom.
Likewise, when bleakness threatens to consume,
or apathy tells me “give up the fight,”
despite decay, I’ll harvest from the tomb.
Though we can’t see the pattern on the loom,
we work our threads with patience day and night
to sow our seeds of love for future’s...
commit them to the dark in hope of light,
through dank decay, to harvest from the tomb.
When melancholy clouds my lover’s mind
and tenderness awakens only spite,
still, I sow seeds of love for future’s bloom.
Likewise, when bleakness threatens to consume,
or apathy tells me “give up the fight,”
despite decay, I’ll harvest from the tomb.
Though we can’t see the pattern on the loom,
we work our threads with patience day and night
to sow our seeds of love for future’s...
#art
#death
#love
#villanelle
#WritingPoetry
107 reads
12 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
1st Sep 2022 11:49pm
1st Sep 2022 11:49pm
For The Bookplates
A signal purpose in collecting tomes
Is to transform mere brains into a mind
Whereby rude dwellings become homes
In which great thought and virtue you will find.
And though the marks upon their pages
Are not necessarily so divine,
It will please both I and subsequent sages
If you would gently treat each graceful spine.
If, perchance, their titles don't show it
This library belongs to an artist
And her connubial night time poet
Who vainly thinks his verse the smartest.
So if we have a book that you revere
Just ask...
Is to transform mere brains into a mind
Whereby rude dwellings become homes
In which great thought and virtue you will find.
And though the marks upon their pages
Are not necessarily so divine,
It will please both I and subsequent sages
If you would gently treat each graceful spine.
If, perchance, their titles don't show it
This library belongs to an artist
And her connubial night time poet
Who vainly thinks his verse the smartest.
So if we have a book that you revere
Just ask...
#books
#art
288 reads
0 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
25th Aug 2021 10:36am
25th Aug 2021 10:36am
Tea Leaves & Butterfly Wings
This present moment -
A protrusion,
From dimension to dimension,
Broadcasted onto a televised projection,
Sometimes seemingly
Beyond belief,
To some -
Oblivious
To others,
Nevertheless
Continuing to progress
Like prophecy
At least
In appearance,
Or,
Something
Unavoidable & predictable
At the very least,
In
Hindsight.
The chaos makes sense
At a future moment
In time -
To some,
And then to all.
But then -
To others, ...
A protrusion,
From dimension to dimension,
Broadcasted onto a televised projection,
Sometimes seemingly
Beyond belief,
To some -
Oblivious
To others,
Nevertheless
Continuing to progress
Like prophecy
At least
In appearance,
Or,
Something
Unavoidable & predictable
At the very least,
In
Hindsight.
The chaos makes sense
At a future moment
In time -
To some,
And then to all.
But then -
To others, ...
#politics
#PopCulture
#art #culture
#art #culture
436 reads
14 Comments
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