Art Poems | Examples of Art Poetry

Lilith, you're a beauty, so brave and bold Every strand of your hair is gold Your mystery is like the night Great men want to hold you tight You're a myth from the ancient time...Read the rest...

*The poet waits quietly to paint the unsaid* 6 million or more flowers to honor the dead It's such a little thing-- remembrance, with flowers a labor of love that would take many hours Hardly even a start to...Read the rest...

Skin art, on display. Vibrant armor, expressed to protect her - Pure heart....Read the rest...

I stare into the soul of death: She has eyes like nothing I have seen before, And she exhibits her wrath by staring right back. She knows what she is doing—cold; Merciless. Her body coils around me, And with every...Read the rest...

The marble block before me Chipped away enough to look busy Stood proudly Dust and marble flaked Hammer and chisel in hand As passersby asked: “what is it” I told them: ” it is a thought Lost in the illusion Of an artists desire To conquer Perfection” //what...Read the rest...

Mosaic dessert brains ...Read the rest...

close you eyes for this open your hands tell me what you feel forget texture or shape tell me...Read the rest...

Embroidery cloth Expensive, fashionable Takes hours to have one....Read the rest...

sallow confined to the shadow though his glance reaches across the void solvent so far in my averted gaze this man will not stop the sun falling on my face my air is purified, greyness swerves me salt cellars absorb...Read the rest...

George Rodrigue never expected the Blue Dog to be his ticket to fame But it is, and it has never stopped If you were one of the lucky ones, you have first editions Purchased for a mere pittance...Read the rest...

Her name was Charlie And she is what I’d call poetry In the way that dreamers hope to capsule up and be immortalized beyond the two hands that control it all A wildflower twisted up with...Read the rest...

See those distant stars? That is what we are, A hologram in which each part Retains an image of the start, Alongside which exists the end, The road to God and art....Read the rest...

(Pema on Turkish Rug, 2023) The Sweet Spot Remarkably, right on the cusp Between the tangible and intangible Sit the old tribal weavings Of the near to far East. I’m sure to many Both there and here This subtle distinction of delicate balance Goes...Read the rest...

Nice to draw in sand High tide comes, it erases Any prints there is....Read the rest...

Ripples of gawk and gaze splendour, at one’s fingertips eternally, cornucopia an instant dream float, golden gust garner without rein, indulgent Pysche extract from nirvana, but voyage of the quadrille quill, on impact whilst a glittering weave, admission of luxurious environment, a...Read the rest...