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Poems About Art

Updated on September 17, 2014

Poems about Art

I have been writing poetry for a few years now on a myriad of subjects. I am constantly inspired by the world around me for my poems. Below are a few of my original poems about the wide world of art and artistic expression. I explore paintings, sculpture and the artist among other artistic themes.

In addition, I have suggested a book of collected works by famous poets on the subject of art.

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All poetry copyright Mindy Makuta (aka MyFairLadyah) Reprint with Permission

Art and Artists - A Collection of Poems Inspired by Visual Art

Art and Artists: Poems (Everyman's Library Pocket Poets Series)
Art and Artists: Poems (Everyman's Library Pocket Poets Series)

This collection of poems covers centuries of poets using poetry to illuminate the art of others including the well known “Ode on a Grecian Urn” by John Keats. Also, you will read how Cezanne has inspired an Allen Ginberg poem while Salvador Dali's surrealism has been the basis of an ode by Federico Garcia Lorca, among many other works in this volume.

 

Original Art Poetry

Art Poems in This Lens

  • The Eye of the Beholder - A Sonnet

  • Spackles of Oil

  • A Tapestry of Thread Most Fine

  • Other Poetry about Royalty

  • The Marble Sculptor

  • Layers of Paint Upon the Canvas

  • On the History of Art

The Eye of the Beholder - A Sonnet

The eye of the beholder changes all

Appreciation for a work of art

Or pleasing visage that to some appall

This, a human trait, fickle as one's heart

Some are immersed by dots of black and red

While others love frescos of the Master

Or formless sculpture by a garden shed

Or ornate temples of alabaster

Frown lines above the brow beckon to some

Cheeks ruddy with freckles often bemuse

Wildflowers, tree frogs or even pond scum

A bulldog, bunny or turtle; you choose

So should an object be alive or not

The mind's eye tricks the viewer to what's hot

What is Art

What is Art? You ask

Is it a crackled Grecian flask?

Or a dotted mural on the wall?

Tis beauty from Man's hand, that's all

Spackles of Oil

Spackles of oil in a beautiful frame

Depicted a beauty without a name

The Master used shading to such effect

That the years showed no serious defect

A smile dangled off the crease of her lip

A sly innuendo for the men off the ship

Or maybe pride in how her child played

Etudes on the spinet metered and weighed

A Tapestry of Thread Most Fine

A tapestry of thread most fine

Was woven to commemorate

The crowning of the concubine

That all had come to venerate

She had been of humble birth

Her beauty shown from deep within

In conversation her voice held mirth

The people's love of her poured in

The tassels on the corners four

Were spun of gold and ivory thread

An oaken timber holds up this lore

Above the royal wedding bed

The Marble Sculptor

He took in the weighty striate marble block

Considering it from each angle and plane

What he wanted to create would suffer no clock

Counting the minutes the chisel would gain

The sculptor prepared to do the long work

To bring the form to life without mishap

Of the demanding hours he'd not shirk

Or take a short cut; fall into that trap

Justice would be done to nature's stone

Carried to this place from across the sea

Working with the grain he'd strike the tone

That would result in sheer artistic clarity

When complete, hypnotized throngs would gaze

Into the heart of the marble's milk opacity

To be smitten by its lustrous beauty for days

Trust always, that for Art, Man has such capacity

Layers of Paint Upon the Canvas

Layers of paint upon the canvas

Attempting to convey his soul

Filling in each tiny crevasse

Taking his time, making it whole

Some green here, no, a dab of blue

Always testing, working his palette

Catching the light, shifting hue

There, a muted shade of deeper violet

The work is done when it's done

Speaking its completion silently

He gazes at it, lit by the setting sun

He puts down his brush and sighs

An Oil Painting in My Home - Painted by an un-known artist

This is an Oil Painting that hangs in my home. painted by an un-known artist
This is an Oil Painting that hangs in my home. painted by an un-known artist

On the History of Art

Through the ages Art has manifested

On cave walls and burial crypts

Some works by the lords' requested

And some according to movie scripts

Art has been done just for Art's sake

Or oft to satisfy the Artist's itch

Sadly some Art was lost to quakes

But because of Art, the World is rich

Read About Art History

Thank you for Reading my Poems of Art

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      MyFairLadyah2 4 years ago

      @anonymous: Hi aleck,

      Thanks for appreciating The Eye of the Beholder.

      Where and how would you like to use/reprint this poem?

      MyFairLadyah

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      anonymous 4 years ago

      Great works! :))) permission to use "the eye of the beholder"? pretty please :))) we will credit you promise :D