Arts Poems - Poems about Arts

Actor's Guild of ritual 'arts' Secret ritual Oaths exchanged for luxurious material lives Outward behaviour, manners; betraying what they really are and of course what they hide, Though if it were not so hidden in Plain Sight, We would not have seen what they always were, The Fickle mob shall not know a bloody thing, Unecessarily...

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The queen of hearts loves the arts After the show, she will say bravo And if you mess up off with your head You will be dead So the diamonds dance The clubs are a choir The spades write plays for days The joker's joke And the king sings ...

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The roughest, toughest to ever enter the Octagon/ Beating the competition to a pulp, is what I be on/ I do not cut slack, my combinations are vicious/ They hit you back to back, the impact is stupendous/ Your blood is delicious, the smell is metallic/ Stepping in the ring with me, it will get drastic/ I finesse, I brawl, however...

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When he is a young man He stands head thrown slightly back, Tie straight, proud flag flying high on the ships main mast He is full of ideas, thoughts and the deepest sense of self and selflessness. How will he conquer all that weight that he feels now? Hasn’t he been handed a fire sword, flaming with the...

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Terminology: Crystal booths in a nocturnal snow. significant downpours of shedding stars. This said, feel free to scatter, scrabble or mash. Words are fungible, many still believe that poetics do indeed belong to the fungi family, though some have been classified as many-limbed Triffids of the squishy kind. Now throw moondust at the reader's eyes: Obscurity is essential, however, first create a window that opens to reflect...

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Simplicity ...

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I admire arts Painting the most Landscape I love....

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Science they say Is discovery Poetry a craft Properly put An industrial Art A genre of creative Art But wherein Is the place of the Muse And wherein Is the place of the Wordsmith… In everything And on a daily basis I eternally thank God That Ohwojevwe Ese Ganiyu Is a wordsmith Divinely given to mankind by our creator ...

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Precious arts transcend Age: centuries, some not in The figment of time....

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Makeshift art patches of cloth second-hand music on textbook drums Cuisine foraged from lawns untended literature culled torn pages blended ...

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Embroidery arts Precious heritage of prime Blend style with time....

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Imagine if you would be so kind, join me in striving to become less blind Brilliant God says: Give to your oppressively militarized government weaponized suppressive defensively repressive straight white monotheistic privilege paid for in tax advantages And so it was nationalistically done Every fall all co-invested residents send in their conservative or liberal or bipartisan dollars to empower Ceasar's congress to listen to both Red Universal Gods and Green Unitarian Goddesses Recreating...

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the snowflakes shapes arts amazing fascinated winter has wonders...

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Trying to piece together my past Gluing together the fractured pieces Hoping the memories will continue to last Unlike the gaps existing in my mind So come along together with me And let's play arts and crafts Distinguish the flashbacks I see With what was really reality Do I truly remember the words that were spoken? Or is what I remember obscured by calamity? I...

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