Best Sculpture Poems
Flip flops and straw hat adorn him, beach wear suits him nicely
Kind is he to her as he scoops into a bucket measuring precisely
Casted are his piteous passions in sunstruck warm sands
Gently shaping and capturing her likeness, she is in skilled hands
Stooping over chin to knee he bares bronze shoulders glimmering
Her features delicate, her hair etched in his mind flowing, shimmering
An energy is sensed as sand and water caress through his fingers
Behold if only Aphrodite answers his prayer, he pauses and lingers
Recollection clears a birth, breath of life be given this inanimate object
A saintly face faintly appears, he’s fallen in love with his imminent project
Sculpting feminine curves slowly surfacing, an hourglass figure shaped
An alluring amazon controls his very soul, an apotheosis angel draped
Belief in a statue which comes to life, vehemently pangs the phenomenon
Alas the last touches fini, fervently he unveils his seaside Pygmalion
And without further ado, emerging from the ivory sand, he prizes
An obsession his idée fixe at the edge of the pier, a sand goddess arises
She is in her bed,
lights filtering through crown glass,
shadows and curved lines
playing with her nudity,
an old erotic sculpture.
Shadows and curved lines-
they know how to play with her,
where to land a kiss
where to give a paint-brush touch
how to caress silky curves.
Each line tells her tale
each curve longs for more caress,
shadows crowned by lines
perfect Michelangelo,
a sculpture of light and shade.
© kash poet
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Magnetic attraction, enchanting dream of a lifetime -
majestic pyramid attracts my eye,
mystique draws me in
O, your architecture! Pavilions, colonnades; art enclosing art,
every square inch deliberately designed,
ceilings pour forth scintillating splendor
Antiquities from Rome, Egypt, the Orient:
trying to wrap my head around art
created in Mesopotamia 6,000 years ago
Dazed and captivated in your Greek sculpture hall:
Bronze beauty, marble magnificence,
Venus de Milo seduces still
What history you have archived on your walls and pedestals!
Charlemagne holding his scepter,
Louis XIV in regal resplendence
Oil on canvas communicates genuine genius
Rembrandt, Rubens, Raphael,
Vermeer, Van Dyck, Vigée-Lebrun
Mythology awakened to life in marble:
Hera, Hermaphrodite, Neptune, Nymph,
Psyche and Cupid
Even commoners respectfully regarded:
Messina's military man, Brueghel's beggars,
Michelangelo's dying slave
Centuries of religious faith expressed with grace and grandeur:
Moses in the bulrushes, Islamic ivory,
the penitent Magdalene, Virgin and child
Artistic vision reflects and redirects history:
Renaissance masters forecasting the future,
Monet's Impressionism a daring new style
Fifteen minutes till closing, where have the hours flown?
What of tapestries, textiles, drawings, decorative arts?
Alas, another day.
Highlight of the day, world's most famous painting:
mysterious Mona Lisa smile
thanks me for coming to visit
Louvre:
timeless testimony to artistic aesthetic
cathedral of contemplation
history of humanity
Written 15 Sep 2020
Winter arrives and God's sculpture is seen everywhere,
Snow as white as cotton, on the rooftops of the houses.
Trees brushed with snow along their delicate branches,
Spruce and pine trees and boughs, God's Christmas Card.
Snowman white and round with eyes and mouth made of coal,
And a carrot nose, topped with a black hat and winter scarf.
The sounds of the sculpture are silent and reverent,
Only the sounds of the wind can be heard.
Parents and children creating these snow scenes,
Sounds of laughter, enjoying God's sculptures.
Mountains of snow, tall and small,
With smooth and rugged angles.
God's winter sculpture, his portrait of excellence,
To be appreciated by humanity.
Winter weather is a friend and not a foe,
And whereever you go God's beauty reigns.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Sculptor’s marble slab -
The subject decides which chips
To leave on the floor
"The best artist has that thought alone
Which is contained within the marble shell;
The sculptor's hand can only break the spell
To free the figures slumbering in the stone."
Michelangelo
You went to new abode in May,
left unfinished sculpture in me.
You couldn’t see how I shaped today
you went to new abode tn May
I look up to the milky way,
in a shining blue star I see
you went to new abode in May
left unfinished sculpture in me.
May 4, 2019
Contest : Celebrate May with a Triolet (tree-o-lay)
Sponsor : Andrea Dietrich
Theme chosen : Mother's Day
multi-cultural mecca
Farmers' Market at the United Nations Plaza,
San Francisco
water fountain sculpture
misting through the
jazz audience at lunchtime,
during the weekday summer concert series
poetry gives me new eyes
situated right in front of my
heart ~ sigh
A wiley seagull bathing
under a pressure close to a full
blast, water sculpture mist curls my hair
And I forget the littered alley I walked through
a second ago
Victorian art is quite clean
Though Roman and Greek are obscene
The Queen did not care
That David was bare
But he was quite shy of the mean!
- you dirt dog You dirt dog
grimy as they get
Heiny in each hand
one from the ice box
other from the brothel
Slouching slurring
so clear you speak
filtered through the old typewriter
your "Baldwin" or your "Steinway"
Love really is a dog from hell
Play it again "Chopin Bukowski"
Your poetic piano masterpiece!
: a tribute to Charles Bukowski HERE'S a Link to the BUK Sculpture:
and Linda Kings Sculpture of
this great American poet http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.bukowski-gesellschaft.de/pix/art71linda-1.jpg&imgrefurl=http://bukowski.net/forum/index.php%3Fthreads/bukowski-bust.45/&usg=__5cQH_14jh2_Tyw5KpTdQJdvq7x0=&h=540&w=744&sz=76&hl=en&start=32&zoom=1&tbnid=ebDaiH5RBcXZrM:&tbnh=154&tbnw=201&ei=M7m4TeqlHc7b4wb1ttDfDw&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dlinda%2Bking%2Bbukowski%2Bsculpture%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26hs%3Dfwa%26sa%3DX%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26biw%3D1120%26bih%3D518%26tbm%3Disch0%2C6930%2C693&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=820&vpy=215&dur=481&hovh=191&hovw=264&tx=188&ty=92&page=3&ndsp=11&ved=1t:429,r:4,s:32&biw=1120&bih=518
Sam from Maine always wore a white apron
while working long hours in his small art shop;
who remembers the last competition he won?
And with that prize, he remained on the top!
His clay sculpture of Michelangelo could have been
another masterpiece, but a crazy cat knocked it down...
shouting he chased that poor, scary animal down Herald Square;
Sam was angry that his work was lost: nothing he could declare!
where no chisel struck crystal clear frost art display the landscape is sculpted
The sculptor selects
a mallet and a chisel,
repositions the
rock, creates the tailings to
pave the statue’s patron path.
I am an unknown sculptor
I am in love with the clay
of your unfinished pristine statuette.
What do you think, am I majestic or just plain *****
Do I have feet of clay and by you am I even seen
Is my look one of apathy, love or some old remembered fear
Am I a deep thinker, or just relaxing enjoying a scenic scene
What was the artist thinking when he created me
Am I some hidden meaningful moment in his life
Or am I just a weird kind of rendition of a tree
Put together expertly by creative hands, chisel, knife
Whatever I am, I am certainly a creation unique
That causes a poet to stop, to wonder and to stare
If only I could tell you what I’m thinking, if only I could speak
But all I can do is my originality with you today share!
a monolithic rock,
the patience of a sculptor,
belief of people,
battered & bruised,
with time, sand & wind,
nonetheless captured for a lifetime..