Artist Poems - Poems about Artist

An Amazing Artist Keen eye for detail. With light and dark tones. Shaded hues. With endless detail. Abstract to a perfectionist. Many hours spent. Sharpest illustrations. With clean lines, truly an artist. Always drawing. Pencils and pens are always working. A masterpiece. Pictures with detail are moving. With great talent. You are...

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she rose from depths of his despair followed an artistic youthful D ...

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All at once, the soul takes flight Rendering raw both dark and bright Truth in touch, in wrong and right In silent storms, I wield the night Shaping shadows into sight Till the void erupts with light Breaking borders built by thought Reason rains in riddles caught All ideas, like lightning, dash Igniting images in a flash Nighttime neurons softly chime Synapse singing sparks through time Holding...

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twelve of us he choose to paint sons of Jacob in an earthen jar so sturdy plonked us with vehemence directed by neuronal cells skull protecting scrambled delicacy managed by eyes emitting fire spark piercings fingers reading poverty boats ...

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Wide eyes cast their gaze upward ‘Today’s Spider Web’ mocks him Eight spindly filaments weave a web Are these hands not as delicately bred ...

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haiku : van Gogh sunflower souls speak we hail our genius, true sight ~ lucid mind coloured ...

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A heron watched me from painted rushes, brush-stroked by a man who lived in a wagon lacquered with stars and road-dust and wind, who sometimes drank too much and thundered. They say he wandered for years, trading canvases for bread, for gas, for silence— until his heart gave out beneath a turquoise sky. His wagon still sat out back, faded scallops of red and...

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I want to be an artist. I want to create a piece if be proud of for the rest of my life. Id peel back the skin, cutting the fat away until it was the perfect size. then id mold it - shape it until it was just right. Pulling muscles like clay, threading through blood vessels and...

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To draw is something … I could never do well, The joy a picture can bring The stories it can tell I could never do well Drawing freely on my own, The stories it can tell Remains for me unknown Drawing freely on my own Pencil, paint and line, Remains for me unknown A skill that is not mine Pencil, paint and line An artist...

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A colorblind artist? Yes One of the best I have ever seen He has no problem seeing red as green and green as red Choosing pencil and charcoal His magnificent drawings grayscale...

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Within every writer's soul is an untold role, rolling along the shadows, secretly, desperately seeking the glow above the darkness that gave it life in the first place...

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{For 5x5x3 Poetry Contest Sponsor : Miranda Hawley Date submitted: 20/4/25} ARTIST They shone daring green avocado in dark adverse period swearing guilt ridden heart vanquished free sacral scrubbed pink and ready plumed serpent in magnificent bloom with candles God watched supreme from blue misty mountain clean knowing Artist was not insane two green irises unusually plain pierced her luminous spine divine naked Eve...

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A vein in me narrows a little bit every day, I have tethered myself to shallow promises; strengthened my organs of clay, and deceived them to believe Forever is either momentary bliss or death. But then I heard a call in the blinding dust, echoing; I saw you assembling pieces of my skin, meaningless, disintegrated, ignored- And sewing them up considerately; A new...

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Oh poetry, you offered me a canvas. You made it to have no bounds, Unmeasurable, far beyond hectares. As the deaf can hear, how my voice sounds. Yet my buckets of paint are sealed. If I paint how I feel, Oh credibility, are you a victim I'll kill? Displaying my lack of skill. Kai, oh Kai, embrace your artistry. Paint your own mystery. Before time...

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Love comes in myriads of color from palest lavender sunsets and softest pink of twilight to deepest rose of dawn What guides the artist in his pure strokes that adorn canvas cloth...

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