Work Of Art Poems - Poems about Work Of Art

life is shaped by art in the brush of creation of the mystery color (action)...

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art attracts artists beauty brings bliss inspiration ignites imagination colors communicates complexities exhibits evoke emotions canvas conveys creation designs demonstrate diversity fashion fosters fascination gems glimmer gallery paintings project passion photographs picture precision sculptures signify skills visions vie value ...

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at the art museum I saw paintings sculptures and prints and read their descriptions their stories ...

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She is not a prima ballerina at the age of three but I stand and applaud when she dances for me. Eloise, my granddaughter is such a lil sweetheart I painted her image, but she's the real work of art. When we spend the day together, we talk a lot about her pink flamingo, puzzles and dot to dot. We gasp...

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Sun budges through sapphire sky and drifting clouds, Melting away frozen snow-capped mountains. Throughout forest heartbeat and trembling leaves, Upon dappled nature's well-endowed breast. The calm echo of the brisk waterfall Cascading downward into a plunge pool. A quenching path to the old yawning roots And cold rocks dripping in soft wet green moss. Foliage subdued in a bygone dream; Slow ebbing away crystal...

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If heartbreak were the canvas I was painting upon then you were my muse, and my hearts bleeding was the paint that was used There was more than enough blood and tears to create an award-winning portfolio, depicting every word that was said, every torturous blow The color of my saddened eyes, the dullness behind their stare,...

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My curls are the frame of my temple, my curves an embellishment. My skin smooth as silk. My lips fill with contaminate cherries. Your impenetrable eyes flow everywhere like torrents of sweet waters, rummaging in my past, crumbling hidden memories of unrequited loves. My shoulders are scaffolding that support my rose garden, infested with thorns and apparently fragile and...

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a garden is a work of art conceived with gloved, wrinkled hands a home for fragrant specimens for mists, for rain, for brilliant sun yet when the weather turns, so do blooms from rich perfumes to withered tombs so clasp tight...

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picture perfect words lightly quilled on clean canvas portrait of my craft...

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You have the shape that I gave you, ... I molded you real, almost human... But wings have not given to you a blow is necessary... What more do you request, oh! dumb creature ...!? Search in the abstract your colors ! On substrates your pain ...! Nothing further demand from me, only have modeled you ...!...

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A work of art laboriously created exquisitely spun silken magic, dainty looking do not let this fool you she is strong enough to survive most rain storms, and study enough to capture prey her maker sits close by as to not scare lunch beads of water from last night help her shimmer and dazzle the tiny bugs are intrigued mesmerized, they begin to climb toward their final...

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I'm a work of art Being created into Something beautiful. The maker isn't Finished with me yet. I'm a blank canvas Coming out as a Master piece. Something created Out of nothing. Into something beautiful....

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As a work of art, you stand- outstretched limbs with leaves ablaze, glazed by nature's fiery brush- Autumn artistry. October 1, 2020 Contest: Writing Challenge - Dodoitsu Sponsor: Constance La France Syllables: 7 7 7 5 ...

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He was a work of art I knew he was crazy from the start I knew it may be a little hard To deal with someone with a broken heart I put his name in the blue of my polish nails I don’t want him to tell me fairy tales I let it written with my red lipstick While I take it...

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His body is a work of art I could glance at him for hours I look at him and wonder if the gods sculpted him, he’s so Beautiful He only has to kiss me and my heart races I feel tingles in the places where I want his tongue to be...

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