Best Artbody Poems
The canvas is painted in ochres and browns
Suggesting a figure, the staircase coming down
Be it masculine or feminine is for your mind to see
The artist’s title denotes it descends in nudity.
The body parts are not displayed so exact
Demonstrating movements that appear somewhat abstract
Stare as long as you like at the naked body parts
It now hangs in Philadelphia at the Museum of Art.
The name of this Modernist display is recognized by many
Although knowing what it looks like – you may not find any
“Nude Descending a Staircase, no 2” is a title known well
Painted by Marcel Duchamp in nineteen and twelve.
Although some will be disappointed when they finally take a look
This painting is a masterpiece in my artistic book.
http://www.philamuseum.org/collections/permanent/51449.html
Girl let me put your mind at peace.
Watch how the temperature increase.
As I whisper in your ear taking away your fear.
Leaving you with passiontate tears.
Plus your body is fill with compassion.
Tall tee panties on I love your ghetto fashion.
Lights camara action I drawn to this sexually attraction.
I know that your body is aching so lets start the healing.
The lights are dim damn girl I'm loving this feelings.
From the first time that we met the passion was burning.
Now as our bodies collides I can feel the temperature changing.
We're on a sexually journey so let me explore your body.
Passionate screams as I touch your body.
Consume with dedication this is sexuall education.
And girl cloud nine is our only destination.
My body and I love you
My toes and feet are happy
As they run to you
My body and I love you
My thighs and legs heat up
At the idea of being in between you
My most private ones feel
Wonderful at the mere touch of you
My stomach and insides
Feel right about you
My heart and soul
Simply loves you
My body and I love you
My eyes ears and nose
Are the sights sounds and scent
That tells me that I am in love with you
My body and I love you
My head and thoughts are always thinking about you
Always thinking about you
My body and I love you
Above my veil and crown
My physical self
You are the highest love form of love and
My body and I love you
Astonishing power poised,
For the creature on the hilltop.
A sublime...robust arm reaches,
To a feebly...outstretched drooping limb.
A curve of force,
Outlines the arrival of God...as a cloud.
Opposed to the weary expressions of life,
And human lassitude of dust.
A lifeless hand rests on a youthful knee,
The body bent by its own weight,
The head and neck sunken within the shoulders,
A child-like face awaits glorious manifestation.
Upon the shoulders of the Cherubs,
The Creator grows nearer.
His fingertip extends a bit further.
Within an inch from one another,
The life-giving hand descends.
To the recumbent body of Man:
Mortal flesh...awakened by the divine breath.
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Inspired by The Creation of Man/Adam
By Michelangelo
After seeding the clouds
they were going to buy wet lips.
Seven minutes to make a bomb :
a micro-chip, ammonium nitrate and a circuit,
one headless body squirts a long jet of blood.
Run, run for the cover, with nuggets of
wailing times. Black walls intercept the flames.
A nimbus suspends the door.
Cryptic commands fail. A body sprawls
on payment for wheels to move. You
hand me a child to find his bilolgical mother.
A long manifesto makes the cadaver shrink.
Clocks spin in frenzy. Mirrored people
look like ghosts. A city burns.
SATISH VERMA