Art Appreciation Poems | Examples
These Art Appreciation poems are examples of Appreciation poems about Art. These are the best examples of Appreciation Art poems written by international poets.
sweet passion stirs
those eyes of hers
as blues and greens soft-weep
and should their seas
e’er drown me, please …
don’t save me from … that deep.
Copyright © 2025 Gregory Richard Barden
( photographic art taken from public domain at Picasa / FreePik )
springtide …
blows a tender kiss
tickling blossoms on a plum branch
to loose their grasp, giggling
whirling and winding in
the sun like drunken, gilded pixies
capricious in their flight
a whimsical drift -
aromatic and elegant …
flawless, like the wishes of a child
floating to purpose, afar -
to alight on a dream
enigmatic, joyous, true …
as blessed in their journey as they
are in the order of their
exquisite design -
as charmed in their prospect
as they are in their
perfect, resplendent sacrifice …
sacred essence of being
lifeblood of existence -
the bright, brisk
glorious morning breath of
nature …
itself.
Copyright © 2022 Gregory Richard Barden
( photographic art created copyright-free by the poet with GALA AI software )
A partly cloudy day befalls the stage;
Actors from left to night remain a page.
Thought of making a statue of you
Then had an idea that a portrait would be better
Remembering all your fine lines with no flaws
Your beauty of distinction
Perfection in your eyes by the artist
Your face glistens under the moon light
Beacons like the stars that twinkle
Paint in creation that everyone will see and admire
Your eyes will be painted in 3D
Capturing your moving portrait like a Queen
Color contrast
Image from the heart
Stand out
Inspiration you gave
First time we met
As the French say “Amore” on my mind
Your picture will be like a love story chapter that never ends
Captivated me
Through the different brushes of color
Relish the goodness and quality
Masterpiece reality.
to paint with words and colored phrase
we breathe new speech and set ablaze
the hearts once cooled bereft their fire
now brought to life through told desire
and splashing verse in poignant praise
our canvas aches to speak the ways
we'll shape the bourgeois to amaze
and through our poems we thus aspire
to paint with words
we fill our nights and start our days
by finding tropes to bright rephrase
the common things our lives require
and if we're blessed perhaps inspire
another soul that greets our gaze ...
to paint with words.
Copyright © 2019 Gregory Richard Barden
( photographic art by Donatella Marraoni taken from public domain files at FreePik / Flickr )
Focus on talents,
Yours and mine, keep on shining,
Sustaining future.
With deepest gratitude
With steady hands and a heart so kind,
You healed with much skill, and preeminent mind.
When clouds of worry covered our sky,
Guiding our boy through the darkest night.
You went beyond what duty asks,
With patience, care, and gentle tasks.
Each step you took, each choice you made,
Brought light to fears that failed to fade.
We thank you more than words can say,
You gave our son a brighter day.
For your hands, your heart, your noble art,
We’ll always hold you close in our heart.
© Dr Upma A. Sharma
Dedicated to Dr Atul S Joshi
On behalf of my son Kartikeya
Now it is time we sat down for supper
and manage the distance we will cover
before learnt fellows bite our dead soma
with foolish teeth borrowed from myxoma.
Nobody is happy at this table
I wait for the first step to be stable.
You have named your daughter Sappho
you have named the hills with halo.
We take the next walk to a room
fed with different hues about blume
its chaining unbridled powers
bring the central motif in hours.
What do I wish for my wild heart?
In this trail is the finest art.
That is why I am almost there
With Lydian lyre and lore, or more
Cher sings her effectuated soul,
Discerning hearts excite the whole.
T W O T'S IN the media and on the bench.'
Black as sin, are the gowns that are meant
To instill fear.' Well they give me a laugh like
Bad theater actors..They have no heart.' For
The art.' No realization of reality.' Hell must
Be their room of rest.? When they gather do
They swagger.? And compare of whom they have
Robbed the most.' Then there are T W O T''s
In the police force..we find our most unfriendly clots' but they are best described in homogeny ( just label them all as (t w o t s)
Each day a blank canvas
I am the artist brandishing the brush
~ my life an art exhibit
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
I will not repeat myself in a song
Or among rumbles, crinkles, or prolong
My Tuesday remaining mostly cloudy
I am wet beyond pants and a hoodie
I give anyone the ear from the stage
Because I cannot tell which path is phage
A daylight will stay with us from on high
And mailings will be reviewed when I sigh
Among bleeding cacti within the fence
After we are engaged in a pretence
Here I, reversal permeability
Reduced to wearing only this vittae
I see positive in my circumstances
under no roof or no security
shelves packed with uncertainties and cranses
to uplift my soul from any puredee
I begin a long list from Able Street
and better to be successful failure
to monitor tasks, adding slices of beet
than living inside that golden chamber