Art Tanka Poems | Examples
These Art Tanka poems are examples of Tanka poems about Art. These are the best examples of Tanka Art poems written by international poets.
spider web artwork
a dewy autumn morning
bead embroidery
adds shine to everyday life
utility is z e r o
explore a country
by bus train boat and walking
endless nuances
of people places nature
savour such special moments
rural or urban
a cultural condiment
art dance music words
untold natural wonders
gems around every corner
vast experience
beyond tourist gazetteer
lifes outlook changes
and perceptions remoulded
physical and mind travels
metal beads dropped in
a great jar of liquid glass
will anything grow—
from inorganic kernels
tucked within a sunless hall?
rainbow branches rise
as brittle flames pierce the seas
crystal cores blooming
art and science harmonize
in a forest made of glass
this everyone knows:
plants grow green under the sun
nature teaches still
primordial elements
are mysteries yet unearthed
Bewitching Beauty,
Whence hast come this unique skill--
Shooting darts at will--
Thy skill O to hit man’s heart
By sheer merit, not with dart!
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Translation (Tanka) | 28.08.2025 | beauty, heart, arrow
Note: Here is a verse (in Anushtubh meter) from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance). Here the poet wonders from where has she learnt the skill to hit man’s heart, without ever releasing any arrow. Here is the transliteration:
Mugdhe dhanushkata keyam
Apurva tvayi drshyate |
Yaya vidhyasi chetamsi
Gunaih eva na sayakaih || 3 ||
A leaf lets go mild,
moving down through brilliant shine~
no war, no regret.
Even parting has its joy,
when the weather knows its time.
neat proposition
worthy of pious ponder
divine proportion
what ratio is golden
1 plus root 5 over 2
You broken my heart
Before we could even start.
You seen my feelings
As objects, pieces of art.
Your choice of words are so tart.
It just passes by
It's like a leaf in the wind
How I shake like it
At the thought of it ending
The time of my life I spend
Dates and their import
I was raised to revere them
they are true benchmarks
of a mineral rich load
littered with capsules of time
Down a grassy lane,
I trudged beneath pale blue skies,
a rambling spirit,
vivid scenic hues a spur,
to a literary verse
Images abound,
for me to seize and savour,
in a magic whirl,
or vortex as I ponder,
shrouds of verdant silhouettes
Hedges, bird shrieks, rocks,
taunt and tease wide awake eyes,
stirring cues unfold,
lavish signpost for lush mindd,
creative deft scroll then poised
Downward Plod I chose,
as title of lines scribbled,
for my first poem,
whose birth meandered footprint,
a release for budding pen
By the age of nine
my poetic urge had sprung
to be part of me-
as new Spring was on its way
with the magic of my pen.
My poetic muse
came to stay with me that day
helping me write, "Spring"-
planted the art of writing
in my heart throughout the years.
Toddler singing songs
Almost all the words are wrong
Fierce spirit so strong
At that moment born poet
Creating words notes and hopes
Peacocks are poets
Whimsical wiry walking
Eyes ever talking
Feathers floating words
Colorful as ever heard
Marionette moves
manipulator hovers
someone pulling strings...
strands of literate design
the audience is transfixed
I walk through the glade
colour enlightens me-
in my mind's eye
abstractions rainbow
my persoective
The soft yellow streaked the terra cotta,shadowing the speckled sallow saffron
a bluish buff upon the cochineal;brilliant boneblack grizzled the engrain
citrine carnation as the fallow flaxen,rustic rubrical rainbow-tinted
the magenta mandarine;unseen the ultra-marine, tinged burnt sienna,
reflecting a golden flame of raw umbery upon the earth green;bright mosaic gold
mottled the sallow sorrel virent yellow,oak stained the pale apricot;while
blood red,reddish russetdotted the olive lind;freckled crimson,a chestnut maroon,
on fuchsias faded apple green as burnt rumber sank deep into its sanguine slumber.