Art Poems | Examples of Art Poetry

repetitive art monets leitmotiv was trees van gogh was swirls...

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I don't know how, To speak Spanish, But I love the music, I hope that one day, I'll learn the language, And sing my heart out. ...

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I went to a land of little A place of lovely smiles Candle sticks and butter cups Clothes of many styles She gazed at me With crinkled eyes She said “you’re just a boy” “But, I”m all of sixty four” “So what, embrace your joy.” Tiny hands and tiny feet Flowing yellow hair She flew about as fairies do I couldn’t believe that she was there The path...

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Look around It is all lucid Beautiful Radiant You can not but stop and take your pen And testify it The immortal....

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The Temptation of St Anthony I entered the desert, took a vow not to speak Lucifer’s here too, hoping silent men grow weak My path seemed so straight but quickly became oblique I question whether it is I that fetishise the bleak The fish sang in bass tones, dirges I once knew A trapped fiend plucked strings from a...

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. FLOWERING : In sequence. A loop. ...

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You wish me to write, To create something grand. Something for a purpose that I have yet to understand. Something I don’t care for, Nor something I like. But still I am forced, Against my will to decide. Let me write of love, Let me write of hate, Of anger and pain and times that have changed. Let me write my soul, Put my heart on...

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It stood there An immense energy coming through me and every one I could not but notice it And write about it While others seemed asleep....

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The essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun Cast to be found and displaced stake and brave to a common bound new to a four-point barrel of rolls because me this search point opening bumper speed as slow to show eternal for they came brain to some knowledge In inspired to college for they are acknowledged to brave...

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Raindrops caught in spin, a rhinestone trap so abstract. Victims fall for art....

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From surface to the core, we built with metaphor — now silence stands where voices used to soar. We don’t talk anymore, are you pretty sure? It’s not like before… but I remember you, like an echo in a closing door. The rising sun returns each day, making us forget the hush of night — just as every other man revels in the fleeting light before paying the price for...

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I miss you But I will not let you ruin me again....

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MONDRIAN so precise & pre-arranged this decisive detailed quest of the absolute outlined in black ...

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they painted her backwards, a body half-forgotten by gravity, half-claimed by the red. not blood, but the color of memory when it refuses to fade. her hands— not reaching, but remembering what it felt like to be touched without bruising. there is silk at her thighs, or maybe it’s fog, or maybe it’s the ghost of a wedding dress that never got to say “i do.” red eats everything here. the...

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when identity recedes heart lotus blooms and love leads bliss pheromones then mingle making our soul’s eye single in time we become the flame whence we’re no longer the same and in time the ego dies paving way for truth’s sunrise the world fades, we alone are shining like yonder North Star, formless presence, living light lustre pure and bright snow white Self vibrates...

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