Best Artist Poems

Stillborn
a mood of aberrant colour
a stain on the Artist’s worlds
a heart pulsating with pain
a wide range of intense ardour
mixed  on a fine palette
and a paintbrush adorning the world
with colours of imagination, Faith and Art
real canvases of human nature flesh
and the lifeblood of Nature
Portraits blooming...

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Favorite Artist, 
A romantic, 
A dreamer. 
Choice for a favorite artist, 
that would be, 
Me.
 
~

I grew up in a family of seven children.
As the oldest I found myself entranced and driven.
Then, other times in a pensive mood
to be alone, in a quiet place, bliss...

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Confusing thoughts in Fall, me ceased to stalk
worries into the heart, floated and stepped aside
wonders from afar spreading their smiles in a flock
along with October breeze, pleased to go for a hike.

Worries into the heart, floated and stepped aside
Autumn, enthroned in the soul empire, would...

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The Lord weaves His grand tapestry across the skies
He outlines charcoal colored clouds with silver threads 
sews the sunlight of dawn into rays that caress the sea
and folds ocean ripples into fans of intricate patterns. 

Each morning God’s canvas awaits His ready hand
a master Artist,...

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Swiftly
On a rainbow
Rode the moonlight
Surfing on the river’s drifting leaves
Afloat upon the hopes
Of spinning dandelions
Creeping through the gray
Of tombstone chill
Shadowing the sundials darker side.

Mingling amid the stoic lovers
Teasing the silent Owl’s sight
Haunting the silhouettes of cities
This forever artist paints its endless night...

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Words are merely thoughts to keep flowers company; 

Pictures you can hang in your hall.

But the faces of these blossoms, 

Slightly jealous of your smile,

See well past the obstacles you have stored there.

There is tenderness in their contemplation of the grayness in your eyes.

And they...

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Watching from an old porch swing
An artist hangs from a string
Weaving without any hands
Carefully placing silk strands

With masterpiece on display
A tapestry, lace design
Up close observers must pay
Their life, on which she will dine


  5-30-2018
by Daniel Turner...

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Artist



Color me naked with your sighs
Scribble me stripped
Stabbed 
Slashed
Stippled on your skin

Paint me black
Seething in charcoal amber
Writhing in lines
The brush strokes of your tongue
Beseech

Craft me artist eloquent
With feathered quill
On the spine of desire
Etch me
Deep acid in your eyes

Brush in the sticky fluid oil of centuries
Canvass...

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At midnight
silver sheen
spreads its rays

in velvet air
as pearl shadows
gleam and glow with
mystic lantern.

A silent artist
with cosmic brushstrokes
weaving pastels on
a timeless canvas
guiding lost souls home....

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Let me stand where the artist once stood,
And see through this mist in my eyes
What the artist once saw, though the paint is now cracked;
Where the artist once stood.

Let me breathe where the poet once breathed
That same air, which she painted with words,
In a swirl,...

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My loved one is an artist 
His spirit now runs free 
And though he paints in Paradise 
He's ever here by me  
And I can see the pictures 
Of mountains, lakes and trees 
The brushstrokes of a loving life 
They come as memories 

And...

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For My Children
-	Daniel Henry Rodgers

As dawn's first blush ignites the eastern sky—a cool
Caress of dew upon the breeze—and the birds' serenade
Pierces the silence, their notes ascending high.

The mist, like a spectral ballet, pirouettes, twirling
In the light. And the flowers, in their resplendent array,
Bloom, banishing the...

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In the know
With Van Gogh
You all think you know him
But who channels him?
Who swims in color?
Who has paint on their hands in a perpetual way?
You all think you know him
I live him....

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The ballad of a French artist who longs to paint the indescribable—the beautiful delicate, elusive hues of his sightless Lover’s eyes as he endeavours to describe them to her. Haunted by her eyes in the many hues of nature, he’s exasperated that his every...

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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...

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