Klimt Poems - Poems about Klimt

f e e l me like sonnets of sunrise infused with clementine cadence as I am the golden essence in your floral skyline a hazel rose quenched amidst the quiescence of dulcet devotion s t i r r i n ...

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suckled into gentle sleep softness finessed understood waves lap cares drift seaweed untangles lets us be each grain of sand fits together creating dunes ...

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C O U P L E C L O A K' D K I S S E S G O L D E N D A Z Z L E D I V I N E ...

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the intricacies of losing myself are plentiful as well as beautiful any background can take over but not affect the wall may grimace and disapprove I'm elsewhere, in my moment may never return I won't look stone in the eye have it tell me how to exist we both fade my time short pain of existence ~ too real let me be...

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I want to hug you when it's windy I want to keep you safe and warm Inside my arms, surrounded While brews a big snowstorm We can make one later For now I'll hold you tight And kiss-per that I love you Klimt could paint this sight...

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Life and Death in two separated clusters, Klimt draws conflicts. The serenity of his cycle of life is bright in pure color, he depicts. A modern dance of death, yet he offers pause in what is inevitably set. Death savoring in anticipation, musing with the decision “Not yet”. Idly, death looks on, a sinister smile upon the gruesome face. He...

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kitsch               crowded               streets fast flowing          feathers                pointed feet          jagged               distinctive           yet    unique something  so inexpressible a chord  so vivid from an uncontrolled  inner drive beyond  memory the unstated   distilling the hidden  an essence  of  yesterday’s  buried in today a symbol  of   love  suggestive yet of time immemorial lost in a moment where time does not exist One with the other alone & yet..   desire.. and need together  exist contemplating  a suave astonishing pastiche   before & despite either in an austere  feeling of fine beauty ...

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"Because you've deepened the conviction in my soul. I am woman.” Ray Burton Restful repose. Seemingly without clothes, Yet adorned with a quilt. Serene, no concerned guilt. Appearing to slumber. Six women in number, Or is it just one In stages til life’s done? Woman, slyly awake and alert. Wiles of a temptress she'll assert. The delicate virgin surrounded by flowers. Buds turn to blooms as...

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just drink from the cup as the river of oblivion flows some try to stand in stagnant waters others cocooned by the edges seeking a cure from the inevitable I see everything a whole journey crystal clear these seconds of clarity won't last soon I'll join the writhing figures who cling and grab and clutch naked we yield to the robed figure hoping for wombed comfort...

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michelangelo  of  Art Nouveau he painted  friezes  very slow & thus  erotica  came on show a kiss a symbol of love nouveau suggestive yet of time & immemorial love upon a cloud of gold lost in moment where time does not exist One with the other alone & yet.. desire.. and need together then exist...

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klimt some time klimt some time wipe the hairs stain from my eyes appear to me ageless as time colour me in hues before arted chimes dream back through me this life swirling my canvas brushed between yellow then an touch beyond blue meeting me in the middle green eyed thoughts on you dance me shown fly me flown through your gallery learn me klimt some time ?...

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He was the son of Ernst, an immigrant gold engraver, his devoted mother Anna was a gifted musician- Austrian painter Gustav Klimt was but one of seven children, all three talented sons were in constant competition. In 1876 he attended Vienna School of Arts and Crafts, an architectural painter he was training to be- The Golden Order of...

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A chilling winter night Cold and frost veil all in sight Smoke and vapor leave with every breath Yet all this, humbled by her death She slept innocently, with a smile on her face And thus entered winter’s embrace Alas, she’s passed! Without regret; Deflowered, withered, defaced – oh, dead! And now upon that fair breast - Cherubim hands, and a pendant of brass...

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She floats into a room and voices hush, the silence at effulgence in her bloom, as crimson rises to her cheeks in blush to humble scarlet gardens and their plume. The gown in velvet bides her every curve, smooth bight of rivers on to ocean's sway that in such pastel presence do observe how her translucence rivals light of day. Though gentle white...

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Gustav Klimt adored for his murals and paintings Turned life in poverty into art of awesome glory Pioneering erotic paintings depicting female body Moving boldly to shape pages of his artistic story. Honored for murals painted in famous public places Klimt became renowned at relatively young age, Soon changing course of his creative endeavors Crossing boundaries of norm to launch a new...

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