Studio Poems - Poems about Studio

In Your Studio

I’m on your lap
in a photo I no longer have—
a toddler with a borrowed brush,
my hand caught mid-daub
on your canvas.
It was staged, of course—
your painting for a calendar
on the easel in front of us
like the month you gave me
a tool of your craft
and I mistook it
for permission—
but my brush didn’t
paint like yours.

Sometimes I wonder
if you

Close Enough for a Thursday

It’s been a long time since
I’ve ventured into
this new studio of mine—
dust has settled like ashes
on the unshelved books
and the jars of brushes
still packed away in boxes
that intimidate me.

Since I’m already here
I might as well unpack
one carton of my past.
I slit the tape on a box
labeled Miscellaneous,
not knowing what I’ll find.
Inside, a parrot, a toucan,
some

All Creations Are The Studio Of God

Ah, the sea, the sea,
I love it, it's cleansing
It gives me peace and joy within
A renewed hope and recharge energy.

Oh, the beach, the beach,
Nice to play, and sunbathe here
Oh, I see the sand and me
I know are the same one day.

Oh, the beauty of the sea,
Is contagious, life's inspiring 
Adventurous, yet lurk danger
It's vastness is

Batteries fully charged

The sun bursts through my window
flooding my world my universe.
I'm energized to start my day.
My mind on overdrive
overflows with creativity,
ideas cascade i wish i could keep up

Open those floodgates,
let’s see what happens ~



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Studio Dune

      Staircase shifts as my footsteps climb
      Trapeze tree swing, springy arm chimpanzee
      Undulates gripping limbs, gym sublime 
      Driftwood bone betides baton twirling frenzy 
      Intimate sub-sand somersault, primate

Henri Matisse's Studio

Henri Matisse's Studio

Scattered about like fish in a pond
are paintings and objects in a secluded room
in a sea of red shouting out loud;
Connoisseurs please enter, others not welcomed

The pink studio expresses acceptance
of chic bourgeois realism, re-enforcing boredom
with sunlight streaming through the window
and a welcome mat laying on the linoleum.

The colour-contrast room interiors
accentuate artworks during creative

THE STUDIO BOOTH

THE STUDIO BOOTH

In a studio booth, the rapper did stand, 
With dreams of a hit, but empty pockets at hand.  
"No money to record," he sadly exclaimed,  
The producer's negative response was tamed4

As he kindly declared the session free,
Taking a financial loss like a kingpin real G.
Free of charge, the beats did play

My Art Studio

My sanctuary is my art studio, which we carved out of our garage.
I have paints, canvases, brushes, and loads of glitter.
It’s my creative place where I can sit in silence or listen to music.
If I look up I am facing trees, which outline my three windows.

No one bothers me here. My husband knows better.
Sometimes the

whose Studio is it

Whose studio is it?
Johnny Cash? Elvis? Willie?
We made lots of guesses of course.
Not realizing it was our cousin Norris.

Norris is always building one thing or another.
He cannot get along with employers or his brother.
What will he do with it? Someone brave asked us.
Rock and roll bound? Suggested our cousin Gus.

Norris built guitar-shaped studio because he

In the Face of Love

One would not know, to look at me,
my years spent at the ballet barre -
tights sticking to me in summer,
cold fingers in winter.

And the aching to be better,
to be seen,
to be given a correction from my teacher. 
She was the goddess of all dance and knowledge,
the stern angel of technique and artistry. 
She made me

Emagi Rossetti Artist Studio

CHRISTINA ROSSETTI 'In an Artist Studio'


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In the Studio With Dave

Ten guitars line the wall
A rack of six, a rack of four
Standing sideways to me while
Proudly facing me,  two more
Making the point that this was a
Place of music, joy, creative pain
Emphasised by the lyrics of
A broken daisy chain,
Another a  song of 
A life over too soon
The only expressed regret of
How he would miss

Studio

deep in studio
cloaked in thoughts, escaping strands 
dwindle to paper

Audio Recording of My Poems

High time i did their studio voicing 
To ignite a genuine rejoicing 
Over verses dismissed like Virus 
And by Sun Magaz The Mysterious, 
Poet making out as The Deleterious.
For all he might seem  Boisterous...


But Good Producers gasp for cash,
Here in Nigeria ‘dying to smash;’ 
Rare knocks at their doors for sought job, 
Even as

What Gets Me Out of My Art Studio

What gets me out of my art studio?
The urge to urinate, to eat, or to play word games.
I am a painter who wants to do nothing else during summer.
My husband can testify everything else is second choice.
Including him, but he does not mind.
He is also obsessive, and understands it well.
He should. We have been together

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