Poems About Art by Top Critiquers
#art
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
17th Nov 2021 3:49am
17th Nov 2021 3:49am
Alcoholic Tattoos
Tattoos in the skin will always leave a permenate mark
Drawing blood like a vicious ass shark,
"Dedication to the art until the needles endgame
A sacrifice of time, flesh and uncomfortable pain,
"Unless they like being employee by the business of the hurt
Then handle that, and continue putting in work,
"Like sadistic interrogation or a sick dominatrix
Pegging motherfuckas with a plastic hard dick,
"Making it shine with shit or shine with blood
The twisted smile on their face displays their twisted love,
...
Drawing blood like a vicious ass shark,
"Dedication to the art until the needles endgame
A sacrifice of time, flesh and uncomfortable pain,
"Unless they like being employee by the business of the hurt
Then handle that, and continue putting in work,
"Like sadistic interrogation or a sick dominatrix
Pegging motherfuckas with a plastic hard dick,
"Making it shine with shit or shine with blood
The twisted smile on their face displays their twisted love,
...
#identity
#art
825 reads
14 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2024 10:53pm
3rd Oct 2024 10:53pm
LXXVII
I may not be Picasso, but will you sit back and watch how
Each piece, each word and each letter compose my unfinished painting.
Gesso on the blank canvas, loading the brush with a colorful palette of thoughts,
Guiding the brushstrokes to create art with pigments of writing.
Gradient shades blend from the darkest hues to the glimpse of lights,
Chiaroscuro of tones and layout of emotions in a crescendo.
Trace your fingertips over the top, feel the textured undulation of layers,
Begging to escape and blossom from the multi...
Each piece, each word and each letter compose my unfinished painting.
Gesso on the blank canvas, loading the brush with a colorful palette of thoughts,
Guiding the brushstrokes to create art with pigments of writing.
Gradient shades blend from the darkest hues to the glimpse of lights,
Chiaroscuro of tones and layout of emotions in a crescendo.
Trace your fingertips over the top, feel the textured undulation of layers,
Begging to escape and blossom from the multi...
#art
#emotions
#WritingPoetry
121 reads
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
158 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
347 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 2:10pm
25th Oct 2024 2:10pm
Warhol of Love
Warhol of Love
“Your bed sheets are tangled as though you’d just come in from a drunk. You must drink like a fish to have let your bed get into such a disarray.”
“I am a social drinker. Just a glass of Pinot Noir gets me through the night.”
“In the spirit of the women’s temperance society I look askance at men who need alcohol to make their nights placid. Is the liquor a red herring for a deeper existential angst such as a conflict between the id and the superego?”
“Not at all. My self-esteem is just fine why thank you.”
“I see you...
“Your bed sheets are tangled as though you’d just come in from a drunk. You must drink like a fish to have let your bed get into such a disarray.”
“I am a social drinker. Just a glass of Pinot Noir gets me through the night.”
“In the spirit of the women’s temperance society I look askance at men who need alcohol to make their nights placid. Is the liquor a red herring for a deeper existential angst such as a conflict between the id and the superego?”
“Not at all. My self-esteem is just fine why thank you.”
“I see you...
#art
#books
#funny
#learning
#romantic
125 reads
4 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
5th Aug 2024 1:00am
5th Aug 2024 1:00am
Draw me
You wanted fire
to burn your insides.
Something to inspire...
You to express yourself
Draw me
on the subway wall.
I can be your next stop
Where you get off.
Draw me
The attraction is visible.
I am naked
in curvy sensual lines
And also weave in
some wavy golden strands
with dark shadows cast
along the body and soul
Trace the edges.
Press hard against me,
Baring down
bold and defining
Drawing you inside me
touching, kissing, more
And...
to burn your insides.
Something to inspire...
You to express yourself
Draw me
on the subway wall.
I can be your next stop
Where you get off.
Draw me
The attraction is visible.
I am naked
in curvy sensual lines
And also weave in
some wavy golden strands
with dark shadows cast
along the body and soul
Trace the edges.
Press hard against me,
Baring down
bold and defining
Drawing you inside me
touching, kissing, more
And...
#art
#FallingInLove
#lust
#passion
#sensual
661 reads
49 Comments
Marks
Poem Published
5th May 2018 8:07pm
5th May 2018 8:07pm
Anecdotal Restlessness
.. ... ...
Evening has come to a halt
It has been a long day...
And tomorrow will be a poem
A nightmare running through a dreamscape
Unpopulated lands
Protecting the nightmare from itself
Anecdotal restlessness...
Suddenly a chasm comes into sight
Pulling inspiration out of the abyss
Beating emptiness at its own game...
... ... ... ...
Evening has come to a halt
It has been a long day...
And tomorrow will be a poem
A nightmare running through a dreamscape
Unpopulated lands
Protecting the nightmare from itself
Anecdotal restlessness...
Suddenly a chasm comes into sight
Pulling inspiration out of the abyss
Beating emptiness at its own game...
... ... ... ...
#MyInspiration
#art
517 reads
5 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
7th May 2024 8:05pm
7th May 2024 8:05pm
Where Past and Future Collide
I was Born where Romans left great vestiges, and stones
Where mighty Ottoman conquerors swayed on vast shores
And, where Ulemas and Good Samaritans, are venerated
And, i live where bishop St.Augustine left sacred bones
*******
And The littoral expands wide, over 745.6427 miles
With pearly shores, the translucent golden sands
Whereon the tides play kiss and leave with ivory foams
Into the blue deep, hued with emerald, and indigo waves
******
The deep interior harbors Megalopolis, history cities
Bustling with a varied...
Where mighty Ottoman conquerors swayed on vast shores
And, where Ulemas and Good Samaritans, are venerated
And, i live where bishop St.Augustine left sacred bones
*******
And The littoral expands wide, over 745.6427 miles
With pearly shores, the translucent golden sands
Whereon the tides play kiss and leave with ivory foams
Into the blue deep, hued with emerald, and indigo waves
******
The deep interior harbors Megalopolis, history cities
Bustling with a varied...
#art
#culture
#identity
#morality
#tradition
145 reads
4 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 9:35pm
15th Nov 2024 9:35pm
Homage to Figures of Art and Poetry
Barons of masterful verse,
your words are beautiful gardens
watered by rains of oblivion,
where vivid dreams dissolve
and life writhes unseen
like breath folded into air,
or rivers merging into streams.
Shakespeare,
you are a mirror of shadow and grace.
Angels whisper in your lines,
their tender voices echo
through pine-darkened countries
and the glaciers of time.
Dante,
you sing through infernal nights,
casting the lone light of a crucifix.
Prayers rise from despair,
exhaled like smoke, ...
your words are beautiful gardens
watered by rains of oblivion,
where vivid dreams dissolve
and life writhes unseen
like breath folded into air,
or rivers merging into streams.
Shakespeare,
you are a mirror of shadow and grace.
Angels whisper in your lines,
their tender voices echo
through pine-darkened countries
and the glaciers of time.
Dante,
you sing through infernal nights,
casting the lone light of a crucifix.
Prayers rise from despair,
exhaled like smoke, ...
#art
#beauty
#identity
#StreamOfConsciousness
#WritingPoetry
40 reads
0 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2021 10:30am
23rd Dec 2021 10:30am
Moratorium Agenda
Moratorium Agenda
I will not
punish anything,
prosecute,
or throw my hat
into a ring;
I simply do
not join a team,
hold with those,
or break a beam.
Rewarding good
behavior though,
saying yes
for every flow,
these are things
I'm all about;
peaceful words,
I will not shout.
It happens
that
she'll ought despair,
say some things
without a care,
and then it is
I step back
to a...
I will not
punish anything,
prosecute,
or throw my hat
into a ring;
I simply do
not join a team,
hold with those,
or break a beam.
Rewarding good
behavior though,
saying yes
for every flow,
these are things
I'm all about;
peaceful words,
I will not shout.
It happens
that
she'll ought despair,
say some things
without a care,
and then it is
I step back
to a...
#BDSM
#art
#responsibility #passion
#responsibility #passion
422 reads
4 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
16th Nov 2022 5:12pm
16th Nov 2022 5:12pm
Sprawled in Summertime Oils
The beautiful regret of white
Shallow snow of summer falls, still
Breeze tastes the warmth between her thighs
Liminal lovers will come to her tonight, perhaps
Sweltering loneliness blisters anonymous face
Teeth of the sun chatter secrets into her mouth, red
Gripping pastel priapism opens dark invitations
To spread of billowing shadow against flesh, waiting
An urban concrete contemplation of minds travelling
Heaps city blocks upon streets of emptiness, fleeting
Her eye-harbours are pearled
By sight of...
Shallow snow of summer falls, still
Breeze tastes the warmth between her thighs
Liminal lovers will come to her tonight, perhaps
Sweltering loneliness blisters anonymous face
Teeth of the sun chatter secrets into her mouth, red
Gripping pastel priapism opens dark invitations
To spread of billowing shadow against flesh, waiting
An urban concrete contemplation of minds travelling
Heaps city blocks upon streets of emptiness, fleeting
Her eye-harbours are pearled
By sight of...
#unicorns
#art
181 reads
9 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
52 reads
2 Comments
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