Art Poems | Examples of Art Poetry

I like to listen to my head What does this carousel say Spontaneously I like to pen the silence If it had not been written It would be lost forever....

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I gorge on black ink shadows and imbibe silver moon beams mouthwatering, flavoursome by street lamp, marinating me hallucinating art on diet of picturesque hue imbued golden brushstrokes that crumble in midnight bile...

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blue pines sparkle under snowy gray sky on top of voluptuous hills the evergreen in Winter - their slant suggests skiers, and worshippers around a bonfire - the red house. the main house in uplift on the port hill ...

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The hum hum of the music One sleepy face The shisha lights You in front of me Taken But oh good sex You took a look at me I could not stop my smile Pretended smoking cough The hum hum of the music One sleepy face The neon lights You in front of me I smile Oh smokey sex....

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I am currently working simultaneously on twenty-three paintings. Love being in my art studio, where they are lying all around. On top of paints, brushes, glitter, glue, scissors, for I am out of room. My girlfriends are calling, but I do not answer. I am in full blown painting mode. There is a stack of forty-three canvases to my...

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The moon speaks in phases the sun a voice of lasers every cloud a picture story -- write me a day, and I’ll paint you a Starry Night....

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It's the slumber and sleep where men go so far Carrying the bravery of walking through fire On burning feet never to surrender: Insomnia stares at me in the dark With black steamy eyes that scare. Lying in bed the whole night not To sleep,but to count their fingers, Watch misty vapours they can't hold, In the bright glow of...

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For a moment I took pleasure On the fact that you existed You were there Silent Withdrawn But wise Oh so wise I felt I could talk to you As if I talked to the moon And God you could understand....

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Despite your intelligence mimicry, You still come far short in your gimmickry, Throwing down the drains fine masterpieces, Flushed away as a fresh bout of faeces. Nights without sleep to pen wonders on sheet, Yet a lame detector brands one a cheat, An app claiming to be a true genius ~ Is far from being labeled ingenious. How long will your pretence rule...

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The manner of this speech gives...

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The promise A friend of mine died, and I had promised to  Take his ashes up to a  hill and strew them there Then make robust love to his wife His wife sat by his bedside and agreed We climbed the mountain and gave his ashes to the wind Then we had lunch at a fine café, talking  about what a great...

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Driving down the black tongue Of the desert highway Mirages rise Like pools of water on the highway Reflecting even the sky beneath Suddenly, a darkness arises A flatness on the pale horizon; There is no time or purpose to slow down - It rises, and engulphes the world We move into it And it...

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"Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise, the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art!" When I am hit by this cute cupid's arrow, I find myself writing about love and romance. I will never fight it, I must enjoy this feeling and write on. When cupid's arrow aims for...

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It is nice to spend time alone but it is also nice to spend time with a warm hand a warm voice on your side. But even when I’m alone And feeling fine with it I welcome many minutes Thinking of your touch And gentle loving words And I don’t feel alone. Collaboration Amethyste & Jim Musics...

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voor CINDY ANSONG Je eten is heerlijk de pittigheid en hartige toevoeging naar de schemering is een aangrijpende kreet een gesloten lengte. Als de nek van een giraf uit de wolken die volledig tevreden is Ik slaakte een geschrokken kreet met een DANKJEWEL. ...

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