#art poems on Hello Poetry

Abbott J Hardison Mar 13

A place where I feel safe,
Where my art is noticed,
Where I am somebody.

Raise your cup for a toast,
"I love HP!"

This is a great place

#love #hp #poetry #safety #toast #art

Abbott J Hardison Mar 13

I like music?
Writing is good too.
But music is the best,
I like listening to the records,
As they spin.
Art is nice too,
I like to paint.

Inspired by the awkwardness of icebreakers.

#icebreakers #music #records #spinning #art #painting

Sanama Mar 13

A Mask like nothing.

In public,
I wear it well —
A mask of smiles,
Words sharp and light,
Jokes like armor,
Eyes that never seem to waver.

You see the me I've crafted —
But not the pain,
Not the struggles,
Not the tears,
Not the humiliations I've endured.

All of it — covered, hidden by:
Persona, protege me ab ulterius hominibus qui de me ridebant, semel ostendi infirmitatem meam, et ideo omnes non solum curaverunt, sed etiam me contumeliis affecerunt.

But with the mask,
All seems like fine, smooth glass —
Perfect, flawless,
Untouched.

Yet beneath that glass,
Cracks grow deeper,
Thin lines of truth,
Splitting under pressure.

Waiting for the moment
It all will break —
And when it breaks,
Will they see me?
Or just the shattered pieces?
Will they reach out,
Or step on the shards?
Will I be free,
Or filled with insults of my weakness?

And so, I wear the mask.

I hide it like an art — like a brush of paint, covering every crack and shadow. A mask painted in smiles and light words, hiding the pain and weakness beneath.

#pain #secret #art #hiddenpain #weakness #strenght #emotionalstruggle #loneliness

Abbott J Hardison Mar 12

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That's the thing we sign on a poet's grave
That is the symbol of death we know in our language
Every dash etched with the weight of an iron cuff
Have they lived long enough?
No I'm afraid they never got their time to shine
Before their art's demise.
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Everyday there's one more.
404

#death #poetry #poets #art #demise

Reynaldo Casison Mar 12

Luminous moon spring midnights

Luminous moon
Spring midnight skies
Sparkles like a thousand and one
Diamond love sighs

We gaze with love tenderly ablaze
Your beams golden
through the misty haze
Like a Sweet sunflower
Surreal with loving dreams

Your beauty is fine wine
Like a bohemian ballerina
And a vineyard deep
And sweet with moonlight

Art music and poetry is sublime
Curvaceous it transcends things
Like clouds flowers and rain
At its finest it can soothe the pain
Sensuous its crescendos and balm

First kisses waltz to fine wine caresses
Fine waves of sweet bliss
Salsa in their own way
To moonlit heavenly shores

One can caress it within
The gaze lobes hips and palms
Of their love
In the rose and sunflower dreams
Of their iris soul
To feel more whole

Luminous moon spring midnights
Sunflower beams golden dreams
A thousand and one
Diamond love sighs

Reynaldo Casison

#love #art #music #poetry #moon

Abbott J Hardison Mar 10

In For Life

They tell me,
The other girls are much better,
For making love and such.
They tell me,
You should get some curves,
A pretty girl with a neat wardrobe.

I say slander to that,
I say take that back,
I'm not in it for love making,
I'm in it for life making,
Her body is an art,
Nobody appreciates,
But she's my favorite painting,
I stare into her eyes,
Wonder where she got that beauty.

I didn't believe in soul mates, until I found mine.

#life #love #curves #girls #wardrobe #slander #art #beauty

Elo Mar 10

the eye

i swore this night would be the last
and as all clocks tick towards finality
enters the approaching doom
jagged shadows—
spiralling notation.
pilose and beckoning,
as the burbling temptation stains
the soft dress of a bantling star

and my limb, verbose, rises
en-pained and un-sought, a mind
which scrapes pigment to tear out
a soul's sliver
of cognition, yet fumbles
and the pattern rests still;
still, only in the eye

my first poem on here! thanks for reading

#mind #thought #art #pain #sleep

Abbott J Hardison Mar 9

Henna

Her skin is wrapped in Henna,
Beautiful brown ink,
Sketches cover her thighs.

Little golden vines wrap around her fingers,
Intertwined with the bare white of mine,
She's a work of art, such a beautiful painting,
I trace each line of the brush.

She's an artist and I'm lucky to view her art.

#henna #skin #ink #drawing #art #vines #fingers #colors #paintings

Reynaldo Casison Mar 9

Moon through the clouds

Vines
Of a sublime vineyard
Waltzing
Like ballerina fireflies
In the cool spring stillnesss
Wishing for everyone
Some kind of heaven
Of their own understanding

Hips
Dreamy as a luminous shore
Sultry
Diamonds
Within the roses of gaze
Clouds swept
With moonlight
And evening stars ablaze
The love vibrancies
Of midnight sighs
Serenading

The reveries sway
Like Vineyard vixens
Exquisitely

A Golden rose bouquet
Given to every weary
and romantic gaze
The heavenly exotic moon
Its love and beams
For your surreal dreams
Through the clouds

Reynaldo Casison

#love #moon #art