Vincent van Gogh

by Sirrah   Feb 13, 2008


He painted love
he painted life,
he painted beauty
like his Starry Night

He was unknown
only a face,
he painted in this world
to find a place

He was called mad,
sad, and angry too,
he had given up
and now was through

He walked into a field
put a gun to his head
pulled the trigger...
but wasn't dead

He spoke his last words
with what strength he had
and said, "Who would believe
that life could be so sad?"

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  • 17 years ago

    by FlawlesslyTarnished

    You ended this piece beautifully. great write. 5/5.

  • 17 years ago

    by hadia

    The ending is so sad, but its my favorite part of the poem.
    i love it.. great job!

  • 17 years ago

    by rene

    Incredible, the world is filled with such sadness and you captured it all, but there are beautiful things in the world to, and in your poem you speak of them to, just incredible. keep it up

  • 17 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Good Job, Keep it up!!!

  • 17 years ago

    by Alexa Eudis

    Wow that is really really really good! i like it a lot! very nice job

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