Curating Poems - Poems about Curating

...IN MY 16 YEARS.. They always tell you, Comparison is the thief of joy, I miss those years of innocence where it was just me and my favourite toy, I didn't feel the need to look at other peopl......Read the rest...

...I remember how the rose moon drizzled gold, when stars within your eyes danced, flickering pearls, curating a carnival of dreams untold~ while heavy skies unveiled tuscan truth, that twirls. ......Read the rest...

... From morning light until 6pm at night, I'm behind the scenes curating delight. With tones that echo on your radio, blending local stories into audio. In the heart of waves, where frequencies......Read the rest...

... Candied isle presents herself immodestly, exposing a proud seduction of azurity acting. accordingly. Aisles of eye-taffy, watered-marked cast ......Read the rest...

...I’m singing in colors of champagne sapphire curating mauve rhymes from orchid twilight, as bleached butterflies bloom and soar higher, candles of love rekindle through moonlight. Polychromatic p......Read the rest...

...THOUGHTS an insidious truth this magnetic attraction an accessible charm engaging  expressions of an inner  construct agonising  so interesting  explicitly embraced yet a paradox  c......Read the rest...

...Overbearing obsessions drown all rational thoughts Each shutter of my camera brings a high that cannot be bought My fragile façade flourishes with every snap I take Curating a delightful delusi......Read the rest...

...Looseleaf thoughts trailed behind me as I moved between moments. Onto the next will little regard for the last. Carelessly discarded attention to detail left a world crafted by outline, but devoid ......Read the rest...

...The Victorians knew how to keep the odd keepsake, locks of hair, dried blooms, death masks. Flowers and Jewels, all had symbolic meaning. Butterflies and all manner of dead bugs were curated, p......Read the rest...

...Spaces like Life Your death is no spectacle. It will unfold itself ceremoniously like a soft-sweater worn and discarded because of a snag I walk in a ghetto in the black of night, chunks of asph......Read the rest...

...Cunning with wily mind crafting ways of deceit. Crooked with twisted heart curating ways to harm. Crude with boorish actions causing wild damages. Cruelty embodied! 08/19......Read the rest...