Poems About Art by Top Critiquers
#art
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
242 reads
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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
92 reads
6 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 8:41am
22nd Nov 2024 8:41am
the blind man and the musician
if i could
find
my eyes,
i would
cry for
the musician,
his music
is more
lovelier
than i
deserve
to hear,
forbid
when he
may fall ill,
and can
no longer
play,
for to
not hear
his music,
take my
ears
as well,
i will
need them
no longer.
find
my eyes,
i would
cry for
the musician,
his music
is more
lovelier
than i
deserve
to hear,
forbid
when he
may fall ill,
and can
no longer
play,
for to
not hear
his music,
take my
ears
as well,
i will
need them
no longer.
#admiration
#art
#happiness
#inspirational
#music
60 reads
4 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2023 7:55pm
2nd Feb 2023 7:55pm
Mona Lisa
Cheesy smile,
Tranny face.
Not a woman. Just disgrace.
Just a Goddess of love and desire.
Cupid, Hermes, Eros; prior.
Now you're Christ,
the man himself.
The most expensive fakeness,
of an elf.
Silly vampire, creepy alien.
Blue god, or blue blood,
still not a woman.
Secret hand signs,
hidden knowledge,
Fake histories,
but very polished.
Mona Lisa who are you?
Stop the lies,
tell the truth.
Your not a butterfly.
Two doesn't become one.
It's man or woman,
then your done. ...
Tranny face.
Not a woman. Just disgrace.
Just a Goddess of love and desire.
Cupid, Hermes, Eros; prior.
Now you're Christ,
the man himself.
The most expensive fakeness,
of an elf.
Silly vampire, creepy alien.
Blue god, or blue blood,
still not a woman.
Secret hand signs,
hidden knowledge,
Fake histories,
but very polished.
Mona Lisa who are you?
Stop the lies,
tell the truth.
Your not a butterfly.
Two doesn't become one.
It's man or woman,
then your done. ...
#art
282 reads
8 Comments
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
59 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
8th Mar 2024 6:22pm
8th Mar 2024 6:22pm
Music in Motion
I was young when I first saw that array of movement and color
That giant wall of sound reverberating through my ears
It left an impression deeply embedded on my mind and soul
Something that lingered in my heart for many, many years
It was physically demanding and technically challenging
But in those days I longed to improve and make the big leagues
Ensembles weaving together beautifully like poetry and music
Each part moving independently but as one unit at high speeds
Through the decades drills like Z pulls and disappearing crosses ...
That giant wall of sound reverberating through my ears
It left an impression deeply embedded on my mind and soul
Something that lingered in my heart for many, many years
It was physically demanding and technically challenging
But in those days I longed to improve and make the big leagues
Ensembles weaving together beautifully like poetry and music
Each part moving independently but as one unit at high speeds
Through the decades drills like Z pulls and disappearing crosses ...
#music
#memories
#art
149 reads
2 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
1st Aug 2023 10:20pm
1st Aug 2023 10:20pm
Piece De Resistance
years
had seasoned
him just right
knowledge
life wise
laced with desire
his appreciation
of beauty
in the natural state
was evident
in the way
he viewed her
layiing
upon
the leather couch
that framed
her sensuality
as if a masterpiece
in this
candle lit
room
she was the only
work of art
in his private collection
had seasoned
him just right
knowledge
life wise
laced with desire
his appreciation
of beauty
in the natural state
was evident
in the way
he viewed her
layiing
upon
the leather couch
that framed
her sensuality
as if a masterpiece
in this
candle lit
room
she was the only
work of art
in his private collection
#beauty
#BDSM
#art
#admiration
#sensual
336 reads
6 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
12th Mar 2023 10:51pm
12th Mar 2023 10:51pm
An Evening With Chad Boseman
A beautiful evening in Cincinnati, Ohio with the Cincinnati Pop Orchestra
A Marvel Studios
Black Panther Concert
03-11-23
7:30 pm
This was a little weekend get-a-way, and I have waited for this symphonic performance for so long.
You cannot attend this composed performance until 03-17-23, at the Philadelphia Orchestra and I wanted to get a sneak preview, and I am a ticket holder to the arts.
And the movie Black Panther staring Chad Boseman, who is one of my favorite actors, and what better way to pay by...
A Marvel Studios
Black Panther Concert
03-11-23
7:30 pm
This was a little weekend get-a-way, and I have waited for this symphonic performance for so long.
You cannot attend this composed performance until 03-17-23, at the Philadelphia Orchestra and I wanted to get a sneak preview, and I am a ticket holder to the arts.
And the movie Black Panther staring Chad Boseman, who is one of my favorite actors, and what better way to pay by...
#LifeAsAWriter
#art
#admiration #passion
#admiration #passion
517 reads
3 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
124 reads
11 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
4th Mar 2023 6:43am
4th Mar 2023 6:43am
Remembering His Rembrandt
it was an
imaginative he
who one day
rose to the epiphany
to twist the paradigm of the soul
turning his love of art
into his art of love
using the illustrious she as the catalyst for the
movement of magic and music
through these precious moments
of man's quietude
innerstanding
perfection through the
conceptual lens of his desirous self
and his loving spirit
god-channeling
this mixture
of man
into
his
s
a
b
l
e
air ...
imaginative he
who one day
rose to the epiphany
to twist the paradigm of the soul
turning his love of art
into his art of love
using the illustrious she as the catalyst for the
movement of magic and music
through these precious moments
of man's quietude
innerstanding
perfection through the
conceptual lens of his desirous self
and his loving spirit
god-channeling
this mixture
of man
into
his
s
a
b
l
e
air ...
#lover
#WritingPoetry
#art
416 reads
1 Comment
AverageJoe
Poem Published
27th May 2023 1:05am
27th May 2023 1:05am
Third (by random chance)
You fill my thoughts
And alone,
I seek to capture you in sketches
Rough outlines
Each more refined
Of the you who captivates me
Be my muse, who already are
Would you pose for me
Steady beneath the measure of my gaze
Studying the shadows fall of supple curves
Reflected light
And that certain something in your stare
Seeing you for all you are
Conveying the whisper of desire
What is the tempest which drives me to be
Both captive and creator
Seeking to make art that lives and...
And alone,
I seek to capture you in sketches
Rough outlines
Each more refined
Of the you who captivates me
Be my muse, who already are
Would you pose for me
Steady beneath the measure of my gaze
Studying the shadows fall of supple curves
Reflected light
And that certain something in your stare
Seeing you for all you are
Conveying the whisper of desire
What is the tempest which drives me to be
Both captive and creator
Seeking to make art that lives and...
#love
#art
152 reads
6 Comments
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
79 reads
6 Comments
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