Artist Poems - Poems about Artist

... Haikus Against AI By Mark D. Stucky Computer AI, what once was only sci-fi, is now arising. You might kill us all, AI, but write good essays for my college class?......Read the rest...

...O some day to come, it may be that time will bury my memory deep as the hidden sleep of those who lie in some forgotten churchyard; but my judgment is that the future holds for me a fadeless crown ......Read the rest...

...Color me with all the colors in the sea, color me and join in the exotic ceremony, the colors are out and people are boarding the love boat, the children are playing in the stream and their mothers a......Read the rest...

...I'm not an artist by design, Though I picked it for GCSE— So where do my true loyalties lie? What does my heart want me to be? It sings a song of a different tune, Though I forced it to play......Read the rest...

...I invite you on the show to tell me which way to go, I invite you on the show, to give constructive advice but you start to demoralize and we don’t need a Syracuse skeptic or New York critics, to sur......Read the rest...

... Bloom in the womb Uniting two different cells Into invisible human personhood ......Read the rest...

...Such is Duchess Amma to her “Youngens”, Joie D’Vivre, Raison D’Etre to Dennis, Source of course to Lucy, Linds’s famed legs fill long johns, Artist of Nature, watercolor canvas, Friends savor h......Read the rest...

... Awesome sunset, silence talks, only the birds' soundtrack on. A huge red sun sinks into the sea, the horizon is the artist painting different pictures to admire. What a magnificent......Read the rest...

..."In a world full of deaf listeners an artist sings the song of his heart In the hope that someday someone will embrace his art, In a world full of trendy liars, An old painting is still waiting fo......Read the rest...

...Cracked moonlight caresses every carnation flower, While my sight sees a salty sea seven miles away from here . The moon burns to ashes as the old ocean grows golden with every growing hour, I can......Read the rest...

... I endure my arrogance like a leftover twin absorbed during gestation, seeing myself in everything, not only the eyes that watch me rocking back and forth in a corner in order to flip my ......Read the rest...

...A harrowing drive on the Schuylkill Expressway (route 76) both heading into (and a small number of hours later exiting) center city Philadelphia to Schwenksville on May 19th, 2024. Yours truly......Read the rest...

...For My Children - Daniel Henry Rodgers As dawn's first blush ignites the eastern sky—a cool Caress of dew upon the breeze—and the birds' serenad......Read the rest...

...Under the mantle of night, dark and woven with cryptic gleams, A dreaming artist finds his calling, a secret and eternal protest, The words that escape his lips tear through the thick veil of confo......Read the rest...

...In the depths of the soul's shadows, the artist is a living flame, a spark of magic, Seeking eternal themes that shine beneath the ancient vaults of the sky, To reveal them under the mantle of nigh......Read the rest...