Artist Poems - Poems about Artist

its beautiful really express deep meanings that cant be said. expressing deep words that cant be heard. building a temple with the strength of your hands. so much meaning in a simple word. such a story to read...Read the rest...

The transformation of the poet into an artist unfolds like a hymn to the defiant spirit, an age-old story with familiar themes of the literary outcast, where alcohol and poverty dance frenetically in the shadow of tumultuous...Read the rest...

Solemnly I sit in silence, slaving over scant sculptures I begin to carve away at the silky slip my tools gliding skillfully Although at a glance, I may seem serene inside there is a savage storm with not...Read the rest...

Spilled from dew drenched petals, an overflow of laughing ferns warring with the still forms – graceful amazed by the atmosphere of light softly woven through the inklings, aglow stirring winds beneath shadows pouring from the twilight’s joy softly threaded...Read the rest...

wherever & whenever he or she happens to be in whatever he or she happens to see orimagine then is compelled to create Note: an Edgar Allan Poe tribute form : as it is inspired by a sililoqy in this format in the conclusion...Read the rest...

In case you’re an artist, beware of wisdom Experience brings reassurance That you have developed yourself into system Through years of work and endurance But don’t fool yourself with a pretty deceit You can’t do it right, though you...Read the rest...

I am a writer, A crafter of sculptures Showing off ability in creativity. Beyond experiences of my own, Beyond feelings of my own. I take a stroll in journeys of others, And pave routes in imagination. I...Read the rest...

As I appear today don't know if Summerland is far away! Would you regret to stay... and ease a lonely man's pain? Is love to feel this way? Then I am not the same Let not my heart to stray and leave...Read the rest...

Slava Ukraini! shroud the gallery's glass doors, a solitary scene of grazing goats, greets the guests along with music. Confident, brush strokes curl muted colors of rustic farm houses behind broken, split-rail fences on a cloudy Carpathian day drawn by an artist sitting in...Read the rest...

My closet is filled with beautiful clothes Blouses in pinks, oranges, blues Dresses in turquoises, golds, silvers Fluffy fake fur coats in black, white and gray I adore colors, patterns and textures. Loving paisleys, zigzags, multi-patterned clothes Not as fond of...Read the rest...

we write as if it is our last night we write whether it be with lead or ink or typed we write alone or in a crowded environment we write come rain or sunshine we write because we want...Read the rest...

A Depiction of One Artist and His Starry Night ~ a precarious world of indecision a dark pallet of light this brilliant depiction , it does scream , it cries out blues and yellows swirl in a maze of defeat...Read the rest...

Well done, the beauty of nature Is unparallel to paint and brush It is lively and has a satisfying cruelty I think artists are next to god Amazing, such a beautiful creation Painting is creating nature on canvass We all...Read the rest...

20th February 1888, he left as snow fell in Paris, seeking warmth, bright light and colour. Provence beckoned, Arles awaited. Cold welcome soon turned warm, Vincent keen to explore, keen to advance painting style, bold colours, dynamic brush strokes. May day...Read the rest...

To be an artist By Michelle Morris 26/10/2024 To be an artist Is to see the world in technicolour The kaleidoscopic views That keep changing with the seasons Not hindered by concrete greyness Or the destruction of war Where rubble...Read the rest...