Shania K. Younce

Rookie - 420 Points (4-18-1996 / I can´t remember.)

'Art' - Poem by Shania K. Younce

Art oh, precious it will wither not.
Come and hinder thy thoughts.
The roof of thy mouth is dry and thy lips are cracked from your desperate cry.
Real the beauty of a statue's eyes.
Please the tender redness of thy breath.
Hold part to the painted heavens.
Paint the depths of the black that none can see.
Show yet life and explore with thee.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I really like art. Please comment at will and with honesty!

Comments about 'Art' by Shania K. Younce

  • Gold Star - 5,841 Points Herbert Guitang (4/24/2014 8:29:00 AM)

    I gave 10 in rating. Wonderful (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 45 Points Yash Pradhan (10/18/2012 10:57:00 PM)

    Art is a way of expressing inside feelings.Nice. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 29, 2012


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