#artists poems on Hello Poetry

Tøast Jun 2017

All these sad sillouhettes of sad people, artists and creatives.
Smoke filtering through broken lungs.
Rising and lifting the spirits of the dead.

Coz we are the broken few who see the light in the darkest of moments, breathing in the dampest air, and enjoying every moment.

#smoke #cigarettes #smoking #art #artists #sad #sadness #depression #pain #wonder

DblNickel May 2017

To you, if you find me

Look, dude.
I'm not here for you.
You have dibs,
That's only fair.
You were first,
But let me share.
Don't read mine,
I won't read yours.
None of it mattered
At all, of course.
It won't stick.
Nothing does.
Fleeting interest.
Kind of like us.

#lost #dating #past #poets #artists

Elizabeth Squires Mar 2017

Women All Over The World

women all over the world
have striven in solidarity*
for better pay and conditions
at our work places

women all over the world
being the driving engines
as scientists, doctors, teachers, etc
bringing their professional skills
to our communities

women all over the world
showing creativity in the fields
of literature, painting and design
their flair can be seen
in our cultural paradigms

women all over the world
your aunty
your sister
your friend
who are talented ladies
in whatever they turn
their hands to

woman all over the world
bearing the next generation of children
ensuring their endowments
*continue on this our planet

NB: A homage to all women, on International Women's Day.

#artists #women #planet #scientists #bearers

Ink Feb 2017

A Match that Lights the Fire

Within the lonely tunnels of the underground
lurk soft honeysuckle smiles.
These young hopefuls are surrounded by darkness
but in each one, there is a hidden light.

For some, this light is an idea.
For others, a burning passion waiting to be exploited.
But for a select few, this light is their whole self
- their being is a treasure yet to be released into the world.

He is the first light that shone so wildly,
I could see it even from within his mind.
He is dipped in talent and purity,
unseen in the higher, filthier realm.

One day, these hopefuls will surface from the underground.
And he will be the first spark of this fire
that illuminates our hopeless world
with the eternal flame of art.

As my Bright Hopeful shines above
I will remain in the dark underground
where my light has long since dimmed out.
And i will wonder if he remembers the match that lit him.

I know a boy who will be so big one day. He is not any more special than you and I, but the sum of his parts make him extraordinary. He is a gift that the world must open.

We are both underground artists waiting for our chance to shine.

I feel as if my chance will pass me by, and my light will die out. So before then, I'm using my light as a match to start his fire. If a lit candle touches the tip of an unlit candle, its legacy will live on. I am doing just that. I hope to touch to keep his fire burning long enough for him to see the day where his chance will come.

I just hope when he makes it big, he remembers how I started this fire within him instead of focusing on how to make that fire bigger.

Your roots are more important than your branches. If you forget your humble beginning, you'll get too caught up in the end of it all. I hope he doesn't make that mistake.

#hope #artists #beginnings #special #underground

Alessandra Vargas Feb 2017

Art you made. Art you shall become.

Art you made
Art you shall become
.
That's the lesson I've learnt.
.
We're not made of stardust
Or particles
Or a billion atoms running
Up and down our system
.
No
.
Art is what we're made of.
.
Art is what we aspire to do.
.
Art is what we inhale
and exhale.
.
Art is everywhere.
.
Art you made
Art you shall become
.
Art is what you
Dedicate your existence to
What you are devouted to
What your life resumes in
.
Art
.
Art is what you made
Art you shall become
.
Art
.
Artist don't burn
They don't turn into ashes
They don't return to the earth
.
Artists return to what
They're made of
.
They turn into their own
Version of stardust
.
Art
.
From art you were made
And art you shall become
.
Art you made
.
Art
You
Shall
Become
.

In Memoriam

#ashes #art #artists #burn #stardust

Arjun Raj Jan 2017

Them, They Only Know

Greatness,
A tad difficult they say,
why,
Them, they only know

So what is greatness,
is it a mere number?
A bank balance,
or a career too good to be true?
Them, they only know

Then there are people,
who say happiness is of prime importance,
so greatness can wait,
While they secretly crave for the absolute
which is nothing but,
Greatness again,
But they think,
Them, they only know

So where do we lie,
the dreamers, the trespassers,
the poets;
The truth is
we live in that margin, where
art collides with existence,
And I shall meet them there and only there,
for greatness, don't fascinate me and my kind
Them, they only know,
or do they?

#poem #artists #only #poets #know #they #them #crisis

Maria Etre Dec 2016

Harsh Truth

It's funny
that inspiration
only knocks on
the doors of your mind
in times of heartache
in times of heartbeats
but never
in times of peace
... and as twisted as it sounds
I like that

#poetry #poet #hurt #artists #inspiration #heartache #writer #muses

Amy Perry Dec 2016

Thoughts on Art

There are more things
That are not things
Than there are things
That are things.
Potential is a powerful,
Abundant resource.
To tap into the
Unknown, uncharted,
Unachieved, departed -
And introduce it to
What it means to Be -
Makes every artist
A midwife.
Without the great alchemists -
The artists, the dreamers,
Visionaries, poets, musicians -
Those who enter into
Akashic Records
Like a library -
We would only ever have
What has already came to be.
Like a technical computer reality.
Art brings us closer
To the cusp of Life.
Mother Earth is the greatest artist
I've ever known.
Being Human means
Being an artist.
Our Mother may soon
Scold us
For coloring all over the walls.
Making an artist takes time.
In the Universe,
There's plenty of that.

abp

#poetry #life #art #music #artists #earth #universe #artist #universal #scientific

Sam Ciel Dec 2016

Battle Scars

Abstract tears bring melancholy rain
Concrete fears and whitewashed pain.
I sit perched upon my precipice
Teetering and testing tinctures of tumultuous joy and overwhelming sorrow,
Looking back at yesterday and forward to tomorrow,
Tentatively trying to find my balance.

The idea of tomorrow surrendered forever ago as the options narrowed;
Continue forward, carefully planning each step, measuring it down to the quark, exhausting myself with the weight of a thousand heartaches and broken dreams, tearing myself apart at the seams
Tearing myself apart as it seems that no matter how many steps I take, and no matter how many times I break,
I'll never get where I'm meant to be.
There are no longer options two, or three. All I know is to go forward.

And yesterday seems so far away, as the images unfold in my mind;
Tick tock things unwind
Click the lock, "you'll be fine"
Smash the clock as time rewinds
I resign and rescind my thoughts;
I don't like looking back.

And memories last longer than bruises,
But just because someone else wins,
Doesn't mean everyone else loses.
A battle fought is a lesson learned
A lesson taught by those who've earned
The knowledge that won them that battle.
But not the war
Lost in the worlds of after and before
I slip and as the world rushes towards
My hands catch the edge
And I look not up, not down, but I look around.

I am greeted by a multitude of sheer drops and cliff faces
Tightrope walks and narrow spaces
By people around confronting their fears
Abstract pains and concrete tears;
The burden I bear and the weight of my steps
Is a reflection I share with every breath
Mirrored in the world around me...

And so my message to all of you battle-scarred
Benevolent beautiful badass bards:
Pull yourself back up
And try again.

I say it every time, but now more than ever... Keep writing. -Sam Ciel

#poetry #passion #artists