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Art’s meaning lives within each being.
No right or wrong appointed guard
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A response to the Seven Sorrows by Ted Hughes
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Crawling creatures had yet to be formed
And hunger dictated the day
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As the brush slides against the paper, I can’t help but to think of the way it moves.
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I'm an English speaker it's what I do
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When a poet lights a cigarette in the dark Reads a book in candlelight
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Blended shades of hazy colors soft suggestions of form to see
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But why stop at seven?
A magic number I suppose
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A poem about talents.
by Autumn Leaves
29 lines, 2 comments,
on Nov 1 8:09 PM. In talent, taken, away, deprive, food, music, art, soul, cage, sting, bee, car, movie
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Your Ophelia, my dear Millais,
will forever be the iconic image
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When she was four, she loved to sit underneath his desk, with her back to his feet. It was his way to assure she is still there. And also n
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There's a blank canvas in the mirror.
Watch as I put a dot of color here
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Staring in horror,
at her hands;
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Posing as a lonely muse
For the gifted eyes of Claude Monet.
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He crouches his dreams
on an altar of skinned knees.
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You try and mimic the gods with your actions; Achilles and Dionysus, you model them with your steady hands.
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It doesn't matter what you have to say,
Your words aren't words the World will want to here.
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Mama Africa was making poets
In her kitchen one day.
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Oh how delicate is my sweet muse Her eyes that shine as suns
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I see things of various colors, movement, subject matter and they crowd my mind, corner to corner,
by JParr
8 lines,
on Oct 5 5:57 PM. In art
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From the beginning I have been aware of how trapped we are in our own experience with only the crudest methods of sharing that experience with another human being. I have longed to know how my experience compares with those
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caught in consideration
the onlooker sthe only pulse
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On the stark canvas of my soul,
your graphics are painted in oil.
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Might her landscape be autumn?
Sleeping the seasons away
Only awakened by the stroke of her brush
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It’s all there; The paranoia,
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Art is in every aspect ff you look
From writinf a poem rhyme or prose
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"Not in a photographer's lense but on my canvas"
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Art is the only thing
that requires one thing
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And for once let your mind breathe the air of sanity
And discover the ingenuity of a mind no longer weak
by hperez
44 lines,
on Sep 22 7:41 PM. In reading, art, poetry, society, TV, mind, thoughts, soul, ingeniuty, hope, escape
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I take my pen
*thoughts swirling around*
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by simone waters
33 lines, 11 comments,
on Sep 8 10:38 AM. In Contest, Thoughts, Nature, Other, Love, Spiritual, Life, Art, Abstraction
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Glosa composed of Loose Sapphics
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Glosa composed of Echo Sonnets
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Glosa composed of Loose Sapphic Stanzas
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I want to learn to paint.
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Given identical instruments, two artists might,
with equal talent, render works, unalike.
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Nestled snugly 'neath twilight hills,
lies a simple village scene,
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Some people prefer poems polished. Like little diamonds.
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http://www.themasterpiececards.com/Portals/40667/images//rembrandt%20artistotle%20with%20a%20bust%20of%20homer-resized-600.jpg
by Deaths Prayer
2 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 21 11:46 AM. In Contest, Creative, Feelings, Funny, Imagery, Lotsa fun, Other, Thoughts, art, quotes
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http://blogs.jsonline.com/blogs/artcity/mona.jpg
by Deaths Prayer
2 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 21 11:41 AM. In Contest, Creative, Feelings, Imagery, Lotsa fun, Other, Thoughts, art, inspiration
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Paint and paint away I do
All day long the same old face
by Deaths Prayer
18 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 21 11:27 AM. In Contest, Creative, Feelings, Funny, Imagery, Lotsa fun, Other, Thoughts, art
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