Studio Poems - Poems about Studio

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...

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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 ~ Posted on April 25, 2025...

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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CHRISTINA ROSSETTI 'In an Artist Studio' ___ ...

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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...

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

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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...

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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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The Studio At The Beach Part II- The Green Dress Regalia Her dear father and his consoling ways If she couldn’t concentrate on schoolwork he'd put his book down, light his cigar, In a deep mellow reverie, pick up his guitar I know it hasn’t been easy with schoolwork he'd sigh, smoke billowing from his mouth Shrouding our faces in a gray-white...

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The Red Dress Regalia Waning spirits sigh, the roaring ocean calls Her playground, the coolest place ever ...

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