Art Poems | Examples of Art Poetry

Awakened and degenerated, I feel I am clashing somewhere The clouds appear and then depart, just another face amongst billions Millions of colors of the rainbow at one point I thought I was rare Surprise, it is another birthday, traveling through the flow of time Stop this ride, we...

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The blues affair I met her where the light was weakening an enduring twilight had settled on what was re-lived in the memory of summer moving out of the convention, tired leaves in the soft breeze on its final breath. We spoke of the past but not of the now the present didn’t matter. I saw her as a disappearing holograph dying in...

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With care, I craft the words on the page, but I see that they loathe being in this cage. Too often, they break out of formation and run everywhere — such disorganization! I wonder if I should set the words free, considering they’ve already done so much for me. The next day, carrying a heavy heart, I tell...

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In their formative moments artists live alone Sharing themselves only when the pain has dulled In corners of dark musings their spirit’s hide Calling out whenever the lights go down — and the rush is gone (The New Room: May, 2025) ...

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The end of everything The master of the old tank ship that resembled a schooner sat fretting in his cabin; for twenty years, he had been the master of the vessel, a friendship between the animate and the inanimate had developed. During the war years, the ship delivered high-octane plane fuel from the USA to Britain, with him on the bridge...

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Sophie and her family Had once found Two sicklish cub lionesses In the forest. And had decided to take them home; They had a big garden. So her father and she Had decided to keep them; The lionesses Not only turned up healthy But they even made cubs; Sophie would go And spend time with them Regularly; One day when she walked Outside in the garden And found the cubs reading...

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_______________________________________ Between these lines A poem starved of meaning lies Begging for redemption From injustice, hatred, and corruption. This poem is a mother One who stayed long after he left, the father. A young woman tracing love with blind hands A girl in a world where her rights are mistaken for demands. This poem is meaningless As spineless as a snail It makes no call...

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As long as the wind still blows His words will still reecho In the dreams we forget when we wake In the thoughts that dip and surface. "Africa must unite We have the resources We have the manpower Only unity remains" These words will fly with the Monsoon Across the plains of South Sudan, Cameroon Climb the hills of DR Congo, walk the lonely deserts...

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It is the quite longing in the heart of a man, to dwell in peace with the woman who bore him To know her not only as a mother but as a sanctuary There is a sacredness to her voice when it finds you in the middle of a weary week Calling not for news but...

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Paint on a brush never dries, for it's compulsion never dies. A painting is never done, in an artist's eyes. it's only left a-hanging, until others arise, that sway away attention, to what's there besides. Love like art, is never a game won, nor a goal. It takes many touch ups to stop it growing cold. For inattention is what's forsaken in...

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The Heart’s True Smile — A Poem of 50 Verses — A smile may curve upon the face, But deeper still lies truer grace. When born not just from lips alone, A smile finds life in heart and bone. It glows beyond the skin's embrace, It lights the soul, it warms the space. No jewel, no gold, nor silken thread Can match the light...

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For centuries, she would be beguile the whole world with her famous smile, but I couldn't make her grin (or laugh) - well, only just a half. ...

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Ancestral Celestial Grand Rising high A journey so questrial Elevate Motivate A divine connection Between spiritual and creative realms A spark A flame A birth right A name Wild free untamed Authentic Unchained Poetic drums are my native language We know each other so well A colonizer could not change it An oppressor could not enslave it For me and my poetic drum are one Grand rising Melanin thriving under the divine shining...

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the avenue's trees  What is with this month of May the day is as cold as November  the leaves on the trees are full and green, yet among the mass of chlorophyll, I see many yellow and Auburn leaves. It is as if the trees think of autumn  has arrived and is prepared for winter hiatus. If I tell the plants it is because of melting...

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The world got caught under her breath They could never hear her precious mumbling, only realized when she left One second she was there One second she was floating in timeless air In a wisp of whimsical space She would show her elegant face A polaroid of a perfect smile Commanding regretful tears and remembrance of all the distant years Her blood was...

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