Best Da Vinci Poems
It’s said the great Michaelangelo
had considered himself as a foe
to a rival of his.
You should know who this is -
Da Vinci, the great Leonardo!
So why would the one so dislike
the other? I bet as a tyke
Michaelangelo would
tell his foe, if he could:
“You’re a dreamer, so go take a hike!”
Yes, a dreamer was popular Leo,
and he did all his artwork so slow.
he’d finish so little
that here is the riddle:
Why did everyone like that guy so?
While Michael was giving his all,
Leo faltered and then he would stall.
A mural he tried,
changed the paint and got fried.
The guy could not finish a wall!
Michaelangelo worked like a slave.
To the world a great chapel he gave.
While Da Vinci would play
with his rich friends all day,
Michael worked himself into the grave!
For Marugu Mo's Contest: Historical rivalry-Part 1- Leonardo vs Michaelangelo
I'm lost in there
battered between form and function
existing in the guesswork
institutionalised by containment
figured out on the block
measured by what takes up space
every layer perfectly in place
to provide freedom to conform
I merge and merge again
despite being part of no plan
unstoppable in my inexplicable existence
tip out my untapped potential
lay me on the table
busy yourself with dissection
broken up into components
I can do no more
cannot be put back together
an empty head
with no view of itself
an offered up cadaver
any day of the week
MONA LISA
For ten years his paint brushes danced to the motion
of his hands on a white Lombardy poplar panel,
creating inimitable effects with the image he created –
Yes! Of one Lisa Gherardini, wife of a nobleman,
Francesco del Giocondo.
For ten years he handled his painting like a holy grail,
seeking to perfect his genius in different colored
oils, fused together with the blessings of his muses.
He never painted Mona Lisa even once,
while he’s drunk or angry.
Today, the pristine state of his mind’s reflection in color,
can be seen in the Louvre Museum, in Paris.
Date: 02/05/2017
Uncouth, unschooled in art,
that's what you'll say of me,
You know, I've tried so hard,
but I still have to see
da Vinci's Mona Lisa's mythic,
mystic smile
bewitching folks allegedly
even from a mile.
It looks to me she parts
her lips so daintily
to let a drunken hiccup out
so gracefully,
or stop a vulgar burp,
hyperacidity,
or hide those nicotine-blackened
teeth artfully.
But honestly, nothing in her
mouth's symmetry
remotely resembles a smiling
mystery,
perhaps she's toothless, some
dental deformity,
believe you me, I took up
ortho-dentistry!
Leonardo da Vinci
Great painter of Italian Renaissance,
Unquenchable curiosity,
Human anatomy his fav,
engineer and scientist,
Sculptor and inventor,
Illegitimate,
Most eclectic,
polymath,
Unschooled
Whiz.
Nonet
Written Dec 11th, 2015
For contest "Fav painter" by Nayda
The famous portrait of Mona Lisa
globally known like Mother Thersa
Her pose so perfect, not a hair out of place,
a hint of a smile I see on her face
A touch of cleavage painted for view,
as if she’s been painted to draw me to you
White porcelain skin,
fingers strong yet thin,
a busty women not big nor petite
Her arms lay cross on the arm of her seat
Da Vinci’s chose of a model
questionable so bland
drew global attention to far away lands
Her wardrobe so dark, draped to perfection
Each stroke by Da Vinci
brought out her complexion
A background of beauty to
compliment one’s star
Fills holes with color which hide all scars
Sits a model in peace with herself and others
Painted by a painter, a friend perhaps her lover
A portrait of beauty painted deep from within
An everlasting look from beneath ones skin
If I close my eyes I see centuries of Mona
Museums may share but not one will own her
Leonardo shared Mona
through his talent in a portrait
Mona Lisa lives on in our hearts
without forfiet
You were the Renaissance man who
Had a wonderful romance with life
You shattered the ordinary matrix and
Produced extraordinary results!
You painted the “Mona Lisa” and overwhelmed
The inhabitants of this planet with sketches of the future!
Even though your parents never married each other
You still exposed the beauty of your talent to your generation and
In doing this, you showed us that
It was not a diabolical error for
Your parents not to be married!
Like many artists
You received no kind of formal education
Remarkable, you rose above the ordinary and did extraordinary things!
You were persecuted and arrested but
You knew that your talent would make room for you
Because you had a vision and
With a vision, comes precision in any form!
You broke the shackles that live within the norm
So I can inform my generation that
We can break the cycle of comfortability and
Sparkle innovations beyond the scope of man in any form!
You were the Renaissance man who
Had a wonderful romance with life
You shattered the ordinary matrix and
Produced extraordinary results!
Your portrait ‘The Last Supper'
Survived during the war and gave you
The upper hand as a masterful script for your life and
Even though you and Michelangelo did not get along
You stood your ground because you knew the nature of your talent!
You broke the shackles that live within the norm
So I can inform my generation that
We can break the cycle of comfortability and
Sparkle innovations beyond the scope of man in any form!
You were the Renaissance man who
Had a wonderful romance with life
You shattered the ordinary matrix and
Produced extraordinary results!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
I always wonder
As my eyes wander
Towards the sky
At the clouds up high
Such an amazing view
As if just painted by hue
Such great wonders
Mixed with different colours
Freshly painted
Like Da Vinci once created
Such a scenic view to see
As if you are finally free
From the captivity
Living a carefree life of liberty
There’s a story untold,
A mystery to unfold.
Even in her unfinished state,
Her beauty will forever captivate.
Da Vinci’s hand has started the task,
Her delicate face, unable to mask.
His brush has brought her to life,
Serene and peaceful devoid of strife.
So let her hair fly in the breeze,
Disheveled, it falls softly with ease.
Is she waiting for a lost love to return?
The unfinished painting seems to yearn.
Is it a pleasant thought hidden in her gaze?
Is her head tilted reminiscing about his ways?
A sadness or an eternal glimmer of hope,
Her delicate demeanor offers some scope.
Perhaps it is the mystery that will remain,
That gives her beauty an everlasting reign.
Her lips reflect a secret buried deep,
A story Da Vinci offers our imagination to keep.
The inscrutable enigma will never be revealed,
For the final strokes that were never wield.
her mystery echoes through the years
her smile holds da Vinci's code
who can unlock the brush strokes
in Mona Lisa's eyes
and who can decode the song
she sings with her smile?
5/29/17
Dear Da Vinci,
Dear Mr. Talented,
You and your images
Vitruvian Man, man colored in red ink
You hide these images in your work
You’re more special than most people think
News alert: Graffiti rampant on Piazzo del Poplo 1500,
“Da Vinci smokes pot to get high”
“Michelangelo’s a young upstart teen, can’t paint for crap”,
Was a graffiti reply.
For the Da Vinci vs Michelangelo contest
When all the poetic themes have been written
and all the images created
with all their shades and shadowed renderings
Would a vision sustain beauty in our souls?
Where the universe in the mind
becomes aware of our thoughts
when a naturally painted picture is seen
filled with wisps of elegant light
drifting through pliable limbs
to form silhouettes without movement
And yet, cascades to the eyes of an artist
whose imagination sees in three dimensions
When the beauty of light
is painted on a canvas of leaves and limbs
bending in the wind like a heartfelt glimpse of tranquility
that penetrates the soul
as it surrenders to Nature's painting
More perfect in its inspiration than a Da Vinci
The Holy Grail is a woman seated next to The Divine Being they say
Mary Magdalene, lifted by God’s Own Finger
I thought it was the Cup, the Cup of Sorrow.
Would the Blood which takes away the Sin come so cheap.
When the Vessel which was to bear it had to be so Pure.
Why would God need a Royal Blood Line ?
When we all receive the Blood of Christ at the Eucharist
Does not it make us all ROYAL ?
MODEL DA VINCI
If I could touch your beauty
And define it with my type
I’d spell the sunlight from your eyes
To cut the darkness of my night.
For all the songs I’ve never sung
And all the poems I’ve yet to write
Are waiting in your smile.
Let me fly there tonight.
If I could match the texture
Of the tenderness of your lips
And had that colour on pallet
At my ready fingertips
A masterpiece the world would see,
Even the Mona Lisa I could eclipse.
For you are all the dreams I’ve never had
And all the love I’ve never kissed.