Best Artbeauty Poems
Beauty is only skin deep
Enhanced by some sound sleep
Adorned by jewels and gems
Unusual like salt coated rims
Tender magic women with black eyes
Internal beauty in their wisdom lies
Fine lashes hide mysterious ways
Unaware men gets ensnared in that gaze
Love’s beauty that a woman wears
Wonder she creates by her cares
Our world is enriched with thousand smiles
Many for her comfort piles
And as this simple saying scroll
No one more special than a beautiful soul
The Love of Visual Art!
By the poets listed after the poem
The beauty born in every stroke he makes.
The master's golden touch paint emulates.
His colours and textures in crafting eye,
His mind in picture, fresh canvas applied.
He paints directly through sharp perspective
A gift to viewers is his objective
Inspired heart bleeds a deeper shade of red
This snapshot of his soul, on canvas bled.
No food or water when he really grooves
Like when planets collide, his paintbrush moves
Absorbed expression seeing over hues
Emotion beats in yellow, green, or blue.
Hints of the Master in soft undertones,
Emphasized brush strokes; Thy beauty is honed.
Listening to music, painting his heart
His work speaks well of him as they depart
A vision he had, his talents to give
His painting a treasure, forever to live
Joy unsurpassed, both taken and given.
Gifts that hands learned, oh, Master in heaven.
CONTRIBUTING POETS ( in Alphabetical Order)
Carolyn Devonshire, Yoni Dvorkis, James Fraser, James Marshall Goff, Abe Lopez, Raul
Moreno, Ruben
Ortellao, Carrie Richards, Dane Smith-Johnsen
To Leonardo
When I walk between the autumn trees covered with Gold leaves.
See the beauty of the setting sun in its red flush of charm.
Waves as they creep silently to break with the rock shores.
Look to the rising suns shimmer in the flowing blue river:
--And wish to gather the beauty of this world in both my arms;
I would abandon them for the art I could never finish.
Prompt:-
"Art is never finished, only abandoned."
- Leonardo da Vinci
Passion spoke out unto the canvas, the colors aligned in beauty it was a face
Expressions stroked all in oil, demanding to be viewed by the those whom loose all in color
Stroke on stroke the brush made love to the canvas, and beauty was the offspring of what took place
Emotions, inspirations drove the hand of art itself to create, and take all but life
Romantic are the rays of ligth that bounce of the canvas, as they caress the eye
One can feel the art, as the soul itself peeks out into the portrait standing still
Delivering messages, forms and styles that migth even kill
Candy to eye or some say, talent too dwells in the oil, again inspiration and no lie
A painting worth a thousand spoken words?
Feed it then to the migthy vision of a true poet, and he shall find a million with in
Art speaks, for it feeds the imagination from a window of a soul in sin
The tone of a poets voice in love can jump start the heart into romantisim, with out any swords
One can day dream of walking in such paintings, full of life and love
Compare it not to the once spoken battle of a raven and a dove
Must one call himself a Romeo to speak in love?
For even the coldest of hearts can speak in art, dwelling is the love that bonds the color
Her art, entered me, inpowered me with hope and affection
A well done trap can you see? Her art released my spirit free into my heart
Consumed by her voice, her speaking mind, troubled I find myself for attention
I love her, I am her art