Art Poems | Examples of Art Poetry

Worth More Than My Weight In Gold Wondering around this space in time looking for that someone special just to call mine. Opening up my heart at every turn, giving freely instead of allowing the...Read the rest...

–For Laura Tandem means finally. Latin wordplay. But here it means mirroring But not. Cloning But not Having a bosom friend, A storm sister, an exit buddy. –From OJ ...Read the rest...

arrogation  August night, drowning in my sweat, an ugly word I will not use again A sudden gush of cooling air, the curtains  move like a ghost surprised in the armory of an English castle the gush is full of crematorium...Read the rest...

She picked up her pen There were monsters in her head Tortured poet's life...Read the rest...

The sands of time Sand castles Sand is the word Inexplicable To seemingly mold Itself into time We are Sand......Read the rest...

NOT KNOWING There are things that we have in mind that sometimes we believe them so much to the point of not listening to other voices that do not support what we believe today. There are...Read the rest...

Better than a stone souper ...Read the rest...

you never have to chop me open my mind/thoughts splay out readily some version of knowing me, gifted then on and off go gloves/mask ...Read the rest...

you can't resist my skin let me fall into my ...Read the rest...

As I heal I think about what I feel What I wish to do So much I have been through I face a future A dream that I need to nurture Never before have I had that door...Read the rest...

Lilith, you're a beauty, so brave and bold Every strand of your hair is gold Your mystery is like the night Great men want to hold you tight You're a myth from the ancient time...Read the rest...

*The poet waits quietly to paint the unsaid* 6 million or more flowers to honor the dead It's such a little thing-- remembrance, with flowers a labor of love that would take many hours Hardly even a start to...Read the rest...

Skin art, on display. Vibrant armor, expressed to protect her - Pure heart....Read the rest...

I stare into the soul of death: She has eyes like nothing I have seen before, And she exhibits her wrath by staring right back. She knows what she is doing—cold; Merciless. Her body coils around me, And with every...Read the rest...

The marble block before me Chipped away enough to look busy Stood proudly Dust and marble flaked Hammer and chisel in hand As passersby asked: “what is it” I told them: ” it is a thought Lost in the illusion Of an artists desire To conquer Perfection” //what...Read the rest...