Art Poems
Hellfire and Back
by Percules The Poet
Life is full of beauty like constellations upon the sky.
I might take the time to look up at them tonight.
And I hope you can be here right by my side.
Together we could help each other better understand this confusing life.
Tell me every last problem that is upon your mind.
For you I walk through every pit of hellfire and back just for what you want to find.
I would not want to do anything else with my time.
Except make you feel good inside.
If you leave I might just take your life.
You can either ride or you can die.
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Abstract Lady
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Abstract mystery lady, on the burgundy museum wall,
Eyes in deep shadows, in her green dress at the ball,
Sitting lost in thought, of what no one will ever know,
As the moonlight mingles with her hair at the window.
Abstract stylish lady, her face a vague blend of colors,
No longer with the crowd, now apart from the others,
In a room of wild, color swirls and vague bright lights,
Both lady and night inscrutable, backlit by moonlight.
After Hours
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
It is now eventide at the museum,
Myriad masterworks line the walls,
Elated crowds no longer pressing,
In rapt thrall of beauty and color!
Art awaits once more being beheld,
On a night of porcelain moonlight.
Ozzona the Snake Coach
by Christine Kuruvilla
Credits: @angelganev- ozzona the snake coach
They buried her under expectations,
Hoping they could kill her fears,
When in reality they killed their little girl,
Encasing her in a cage of undesirable temptations.
She tried to hide her hopelessness,
She tried to hide her anger,
So she hid behind others imperfections,
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Ode To Artists
by D.A Yvii
An ode to poetry
An ode to the poet
A celebration to the tree
A dedication to the leaf which fell from it
Shame the thief
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Hellfire and Back
by Percules The Poet
Life is full of beauty like constellations upon the sky.
I might take the time to look up at them tonight.
And I hope you can be here right by my side.
Together we could help each other better understand this confusing life.
Tell me every last problem that is upon your mind.
For you I walk through every pit of hellfire and back just for what you want to find.
I would not want to do anything else with my time.
Except make you feel good inside.
If you leave I might just take your life.
You can either ride or you can die.
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Katz & Bestoff
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
If you’re really from New Orleans...
You’ve spent time at the corner K&B...
Known for dad’s beer and vodka...
And the soda counter for you and me...
Started in 1905 as Katz & Besthoff...
It’s where everyone came to get well...
In addition to filling our prescriptions...
Their ice cream was the best, we’re here to tell...
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Rise up woman - Alexis karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
Yes, injured Woman! Rise, assert thy right!
Woman! Too long degraded, scorned, oppressed.
Unlock the potential you have inside,
expand your wings and fly.
We need to move beyond the limits
we've placed upon our lives
to touch your heart, O love,
Rise up, O woman!
Warped Colors
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a compelling abstract painter, engrossed in the world of vibrant colors,
Like the endless intensities of rainbow hues, that cancel any need for others.
Beauty was was always in my naked eye, in warped images of a colorful life,
Like artistic nature, which always draws the eye, to where the colors are rife.
A peach sun rose each morning, above my colorful house, on a cubist street,
And all my colorful, cubist neighbors, so friendly in tangerine summer's heat!
All rectangular trees bore lime green, square leaves, with circular, sunbeams,
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The Bliss I Missed
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a prolific and enthusiastic artist, like a sparkling jewel rife with colors,
Taking joy from nature themes and others, as in childhood joys of summers.
I painted active people and wilder places, houses, sunsets and exotic birds,
And I was enamored of the old saying, 'A picture is worth a thousand words.'
But, ofttimes I wondered, 'What if pictures could truly tell their own story?'
Would they captivate the hearts of many, like the sun going down in glory?
Still, to fill a violet, crowded canvas, with a flock of redbirds frozen in flight,
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