Best Fine Arts Poems

Lets flatten the curve with our words and soften our quill.
We are world siblings, showing solidarity through will.
Words that heal are like a prayer in...

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For years before the narrow windows of my senses
                ...

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Is it love or trust, mutual desire or strong will
               that...

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Dear promising poet,

for me, modern poetry provides a peek into a poet’s inner world. Through this artistic medium, a poet speaks in expressive language of...

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Exiting highway 101 again....
Past Pacific Heights, to the Marina districts boulavard
Circling back towards the Palace of Fine Arts
An escape, after leaving the Tenderloins gentrificational neighborhoods
In...

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for René Passeron*

             You may not grow old too soon
   ...

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Oh, Apollo,* son of Zeus,
How could, a simple man as I, your divine command- to know myself-
Will ever be able to realize
When
Fruitless, so far, any...

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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...

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I bring hit after hit like a boxer
You haters' inconsistent
Everybody's on the same vibe
Mine's kinda' different
Verse hot, hook hot--
I'm gon' sellout soon as I drop
Verse...

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Like lavender and lovely, red roses,
they’re meant for your immaculate sweethearts
and their fine, little, delicate noses;

not to damage the most sensitive parts,
or overwhelm the olfactory...

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My mother always took the bus.  I never understood why.  We had a car, but she insisted on taking the bus uptown. ...

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The pencil now resting the image was 'testing' for the creature before him, (his badly-drawn drawin') had come out 'not right' somewhat twisted and tight.

The...

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I do not know what work there is as many feel
I have always worked with love and taste
In my teens my second home was Library
Reading...

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While reading the delightful novels of *Maugham
My mind drifted to the enchanting streets of Paris.
Teaching the plays of Moliere, my *roamings started
Over entrancing *National theatre...

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We sing the song today withal our pride
For the nation who gave us our life,
Let us forgive for a day all enmities
And solely beclam their...

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