Artworks Poems - Poems about Artworks

...I know a funeral when I walk into one I can tell between a funeral and a burial They are two entirely different artworks One is done on grand canvas, with drunken strokes Of sashaying brush and b......

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...Self-discovery I have been robbed of the joy well deserved, The golden confidence beneath, The inner peace. I have been robbed of a voice, treasured Caged, and echoing behind my rib cage. Wha......

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...The Fab Four crossing Abbey Road in single file, led by John in white suit and shoes, followed by Ringo in black suit and shoes, bare footed Paul in gray suit and George in denim and white shoes, a......

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...At the auction house, I wandered Through the rooms where, on display, Were the artworks to be sold to those Who can afford to pay. One that made me laugh by Banksy, Whose identity’s unknown, ......

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... The kitchen table was the centerpoint of childhood, a place of gathering, an easel for artworks, battleground for homework and Eden for the creation of lifeforms moulded from plasticine.......

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...The Devil's House The house has lived for centuries, on grim and dismal ground. And when you've reached inside, the dust and demons come around. The lock is still unbroken though has tr......

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... Nature artworks Is everywhere You just need to look around And appreciate it.......

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...Solemn vows are like embroidered stars at night. They tantalize like diamonds; They shine forever and bright. Soon enough, your name will be inked to my heart. Every day I will immortalize you, ......

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...Henri Matisse's Studio Scattered about like fish in a pond are paintings and objects in a secluded room in a sea of red shouting out loud; Connoisseurs please enter, others not welcomed ......

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...We, the generation of '50, Time-travelers with stardust in our hair, with memories planted in pockets, Rooted in decades embraced by change, souls adorned with the dawn of the post-war world. We s......

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...It was just this morning. That it was. At the table there sat only three. There was Tux, the foam Linux penguin. The others were my oatmeal and me. I never do tire of oatmeal. But the peng......

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...I was a college music teacher, engaged in pitch, tempo, rhythm and melody, As lavish planets dance around a golden star, with the zeal of fuchsia fidelity. I taught harmony, vocals and si......

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...Happy Birthday to Lauryn My October's blessings By Michelle Morris 30/10/2023 You are October's blessings You are the brightest and the best You're the spring blossoms in South Africa Yo......

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...I was for long an active art enthusiast, with a special passion for still lifes, As the roving, scarlet sun, develops late passion for the bustling nightlife. I was ofttimes in large art museums,......

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...I was an enthusiastic painter, striving to apply more verve and color, Like sunshine dreams, of blue-gray days, that couldn't be any duller. Painting had for long been my passion, but had turned ......

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