Poetry Blogs (painting)

painting (Remove filter)

Popular last 30 days

Recent Comments

Jason Bayliss on The Tempest (10 minutes ago)

Ruth O'Reilly on The Tempest (13 minutes ago)

Ruth O'Reilly on SCHIZOPHRENIA (20 minutes ago)

Jason Bayliss on Seasonal Variations (24 minutes ago)

Chrystel Roberts on HELL, NO! (36 minutes ago)

Jason Bayliss on The Tempest (40 minutes ago)

Chrystel Roberts on HELL, NO! (1 hour ago)

Ruth O'Reilly on Seasonal Variations (1 hour ago)

Ruth O'Reilly on Glass slipper (1 hour ago)

Chrystel Roberts on #wonderful (1 hour ago)

Murmur Love

Don’t be scared to put it out there
Don’t be scared to speak
sometimes what you choose to make
is pure gold

Don’t be afraid to paint what you love
Don’t be afraid to create
some things are bigger than you ever knew
eternal beyond our lives

I say go
and keep going
go and keep going
murmur love, if that’s all you’ve got

I love the way you carve it
I love the way you write
I love ...

Read and leave comments (5)

artistscreativitylovepaintingwriting

The Algea

entry picture

A sense of belonging that’s foreign to me

To be able to feel the warmth of love would bring a sense of glee

But anyone I’ve grown close to seems to flee.

    

Left tortured with abandonment creating emotional ripples. 

All while leaving my heart warped and feeling brittle.

Losing hope in my dear Lord little by little.

 

Image from: https://worldofmythos.weebly.com/goddesses...

Read and leave comments (2)

Ancient GreekdistressGreek MythgriefpaintingPhysics

Poetry and the Cross-Pollination of Artistic Platforms

When people see a spectacular dancer,
They say, “Oh, that’s poetry in motion!”

And then they might see a moving painting,
And say, “That painting says it all—It’s like a poem!”

And good musicians are just considered poets.
I mean, Bob Dylan won a God-damned Nobel Prize
In literature, didn’t he?

But it doesn’t stop there. I’ve heard motorcycle
Races described at “pure poetry in action...

Read and leave comments (0)

dancepaintingpoetry

The Artist [1]

In so few splashed acrylic lines

see Cornish fishing boats

take shape against the quay

the red hull and the yellow

 

See Cornish fishing boats

mirrored in the harbour sea

the red hull and the yellow

with the deep sky sunk below

 

Mirrored in the harbour sea

the jumble of masts and cranes

with the deep sky sunk below

and the distant sea above

 

The jumbl...

Read and leave comments (2)

artistsCornwalldocksFalmouthfishing boatsharbourpaintingPantounreflectionsseaships

One Day!

entry picture

One day I'll meet you In that place!!

 

I don't take drugs

I tried a couple times

So I can tell you what it feels like

I don't drink

Probably all the sips I've ever had

Could amount to 2 glasses of white wine and those sambuca shots when I was 17yrs old!

I love dancing

I don't seem to do it much 

But I love moving 

That I do everyday with Yoga

I love fashion and...

Read and leave comments (2)

dancedrinkDrugseatfoodfreepaintingvegan

HURRICANE OF HURTS

entry picture

Hate holds hard onto my heart

He has horrible hang ups

that harm my happiness

Hence my world was hindered

---

A husband he is not

but he is hot

If I could hire

a hit man

and hide 

from the heat

It would be helpful

tho harsh

So I hesitate

---

I could not handle 

his habbits

You reap what you harvest

My head is hazy

it needs a holiday

From ...

Read and leave comments (0)

hateholidaypaintingPoem

Skipness Painting

Like

stormy weather,

the paint is splattered

in raindrops.

wet,

sponging,

washes.

Sun making me giddy

under a hot sky,

with subtle clouds and

a delicate palette of blues,

a sense of vastness overwhelms me.

Read and leave comments (0)

paintingScotlandseaSkipnesssky

OpenMind website updates

We're proud to announce that our website has undergone renovations.

Please take a look at the new affiliated artist pages and the OpenMind Collective page.

OpenMind Collective

 

Read and leave comments (0)

ArtArtistsDrawingMusicOpenMindPaintingPoetryPoetsStaffWebsite

Rooftops (for Bruno Cordati)

entry picture

The worst of the front was that trickle of rain

down the neck. Wet through, it felt like liberation.

And lice. Home on leave, people shunned him in trains.

 

Walled, hilltop village of his childhood:

as another war came, he returned to Barga.

Saw himself as immobile, a tree spreading roots.

 

When the Germans briefly retook his village

one self-portrait was damaged. The ...

Read and leave comments (5)

ItalyPaintingsecond world war

Going Home

 

 

 

Cars bumper to bumper

Gridlock

Trucks, buses, coaches

Idling

Engine noises,

Reverbs.

 

People walking

Cell phones to ears

Hand in hand

Close together,

Plotting.

 

Women chatting

Buddies hugging

The traffic moves

Relief – freedom

Like a dam burst

Open

All travelling

Going in the same direction.

Home.

Read and leave comments (0)

artflowinglifemovementpaintingpuityreal liferiver

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message