Best Work Of Art Poems
Three pummels to the chest
abusive words wound the heart
slashes though sutured, never heal
daggers thrown without a second thought
Arrows fly to their target
three aimed to pierce the heart
a struggle that is far beyond measure
what pain do you feel; what tears you apart
What weapons do you use
when you strike a fragile heart
life lies in danger at the hands of men
three strokes of a brush, death is a work of art
She is not a prima ballerina at the age of three
but I stand and applaud when she dances for me.
Eloise, my granddaughter is such a lil sweetheart
I painted her image, but she's the real work of art.
When we spend the day together, we talk a lot
about her pink flamingo, puzzles and dot to dot.
We gasp as Captain Hook tries to catch Peter Pan
and sigh when Belle takes the Beast's giant hand.
Yesterday, we baked cookies with chocolate chips
after eating quesadillas and coloring baby doll lips.
We made pretty necklaces and painted pine cones
and face timed each other on make-believe phones.
It's much too quiet when she leaves; and a little sad
I reminded her Santa is watching, and not to be bad.
She smiled and said, "Nana, I'm on his good girl list."
Then, she took her Daddy's hand and blew me a kiss.
Shall I compare thee to a work of art
which hangs eternal on museum wall?
Her smile forever sets this piece apart;
to all the Mona Lisa does enthrall.
The smile created by the artist’s brush
is frozen now throughout eternity;
a placid face, and skin without a blush;
a cold and lonely smile for all to see,
but, gleaming, your bright smile lights up the day;
a ray of sunshine meant for all to view.
Unlike the Mona Lisa cold and gray,
through soft brown eyes your love’s a shining hue;
and though we’ll pass, the grace your words impart
will ever show the beauty of your heart.
October 22, 2019
a garden is a work of art
conceived with gloved, wrinkled hands
a home for fragrant specimens
for mists, for rain, for brilliant sun
yet when the weather turns, so do blooms
from rich perfumes to withered tombs
so clasp tight my hand, retreat indoors
to dream of sun-splashed greener shores
As a work of art, you stand-
outstretched limbs with leaves ablaze,
glazed by nature's fiery brush-
Autumn artistry.
October 1, 2020
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One sunny morning in a class of thirty-one
They were asked to draw an image one by one
Each student stood up, with pastels at hand
Being enthusiastic to draw something grand
The first group was decided to start the task
Talents in drawing they've started to unmask
The paper came to life with colors, curves and lines
Will it end up like a garden or fields of mines?
Time passed by and the paper was almost full
Of drawings and colors made by their tools
There were animals with mustache on their faces
Each and everyone belonging to their places
Now the artwork was finished and the students sighed
Looking at the masterpiece they've done with pride
They didn't care what the paper looked like
For in their hearts it was a true work of art
A touch
of many shades
creates a work of art
which remains for all time, so should
mankind.
By CarolineCécile © 03.06.12
Unique
as a snowflake,
a precious work of art,
a masterpiece fashioned in His
image
Inspired from Eph 2:10
You can push me down, tetris man piece tree. Papiroflexia; you can not shape me. Recycle green shaded currency; tied to a pole. True colors show. Paint my words Picasso, this message will not reach your praise. My hands will make the change. Unfold me, blueprint as they see me fit? It is not that our leaders are not doing their job. It is the virtuous electricity foundation; SEE underneath. In line the people our doing their job, to man; this is perfection. Salt was once considered rations. We killed for this, deceiving nations. Bittersweet, war unites us all to fear. Now order is in place, lets see what a child creates. Draw me a picture of a leader. White over black; retrace. Gray matter reading between the brains lie. Confused heart sails; dry skies. Breathe in humane, artificial cry. Soon will run dry; rock bottom. Tear U.S. Apart, they will collect and rebuild the same work of Art.
Halli, said
what a amazing day
on text
it's hailing
grey
the pressure of the atmosphere
I picture her
in a frame
Looking from windows,
reading a book
a slight chill from
thunder,
Starting at the lower
Arc of her spine
bringing forth
Peace, from weather
wine
atmosphere
biometric air compressed
effecting chemistry
reads Plato
I imagine,
or a hundred years
What pain endured
What truth we fear
for perfect days
windows reveal
the hidden plan
The skill
Of man's
Father, maker
proven hand
undertaker
Halli, as we walk,
a house
peeks inside, I stare
She sees
the books, on shelves
Deconstructs
dreams, We tell
Try to listen
look - See
She, the makers art in me
You're a work of art, remember that. I believe this implies to everyone. You just have to realize it. When you realize this, everything about that person becomes beautiful. I think you realize that someone is a work of art when you get lost in the way their eyes turn into swirling galaxies when you look into them. Or when every word that comes out of their mouth becomes a sweet song. And your favorite song is when they say your name. When you trace the lines on their hands and they turn into small streams and roads to unknown places. Or when your fingers are intertwined and they become like the roots of a tree holding it into the ground. People can be beautiful like artwork, or scenery. Its weird, at one time you just saw them as a person, and know when you look at their face, you see a canvas that has been painted precisely and carefully as if it was meant to be perfect. Or maybe it's been like that since you first see them. It's when you can close your eyes, and remember every little detail of their face. Find a piece of artwork as beautiful as you, and appreciate it.
Expressing passion,
I call my raw emotion;
You call masterpiece.
God’s greatest work of art isn’t mankind
It isn’t the food we eat at mealtime.
It isn’t the leaves that fall from the tree,
It isn’t the honey we get from a bee.
It isn’t the stranger who became our friend,
It isn’t the money we love to spend.
It isn’t the green grass covering the ground
It isn’t the snakes slithering around.
God’s greatest work of art can be seen everyday
It surrounds our world as we hurry on our way.
It’s the majestic sunrise that greets each day
It’s the sweet smell of fresh cut hay.
It’s a child’s smile innocent and pure
It’s a doctor’s intelligence developing a cure.
It’s the song of rain dancing on the roof
It’s the crunch of snow beneath a horse’s hoof.
It’s the gift of love we share with each other
It’s the miracle of life when you become a mother.
It’s the enchanting sunset bringing on the night
It’s the simple knowledge of what’s wrong and what’s right.
It’s the strength and courage to face our fears
It’s the gift of memories from our past years.
It’s the millions of stars blanketing the sky
It’s the flight of an eagle soaring up high.
It’s the colorful rainbow after the storm
It’s the way we come together when our lives are torn.
God’s greatest work of art isn’t mankind
It’s the birth of peace at Christmas time.
It’s a special love two people share
It’s a heavenly angel watching over us with care.
Clearly defined by
Remarkable lines and figures that
Surrounds color, which
Gives off tones
Soft and hard
Evenly masked
I stare
What is this I find my eyes hard to shift from?
With Picasso and Leonardo
To my left and my right
I assume the picture in front of me is Starry Night
Because all I see are stars in my eyes
But I realize it's not.
The picture in front of me is far more worthy
There are no blues,
There are no yellows,
Just even shades of brown
Illuminating a glorious presence
In my eyes
The image chase my thoughts
And now I'm breathless
I'm left still and a fixated
Never another to have left me feeling this way
I must say
You are simply a work of art.
A LITERAL IMPRESSION
Flowing
swirling swathes swarm,
fervent,fervid feelings-
stirring stark sensations once hid
within.