The painter

by SCARECROW   Jan 14, 2005


I tried to make this a bit understandable because a lot of my friends kept saying I used too many big words. So, anyway, yeah, hope you like it, and thanks for all the votes & comments.
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Red and blue and yellow calling,
haunting, taunting, always daunting.
Canvas painted with white emptyness
calling to be filled.

Paint it black,
paint it red.
The colour of this life
is dead.
Paint with darkness,
paint with blood.
The black thorned stem
supports dead buds.

Red and blue and yellow calling,
haunting, taunting, always daunting.
Canvas painted with a tortured soul
waiting to be killed.

Paint it pink,
paint it green.
The falseness of this life
is seen.
Paint with joy,
paint with peace.
Inside the outer picture
is a masterpiece.

Red and blue and yellow calling,
haunting, taunting, always daunting.
Canvas painted with fading joy
begging to be stilled.

Scrape away the green and yellow,
the pretty blues
and reds so mellow.
Beneath you find still moist tears,
blood stains red
and blackened fears.

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  • 16 years ago

    by SpEcIaLmE

    Wow this is an amazing piece of work
    i love the way u worded it and expressed urself
    keep up the good work
    5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by EssenceOfLace

    LOVED IT!
    There is so much more behind the truth of a painting besides the colors that are given.
    Definately adding this poem to my favorites!
    5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by Solus

    Life is nothing but dark colors waiting to seep into hope and turning everything grey. I loved this one, simple but the colors mean more the just what we see.

  • 17 years ago

    by Cooper

    Fifty one reviews, huh? You devil you, and I only say that because I'm giving you the fifty second. Wow. (I'm lucky enough I get two)
    I felt the same thing I always do when I read your poetry. Love. And no, I'm not in love with you, but the way you express words into this beautiful art!
    Keep being a lovely writer.

    Yours truly,
    Dailin Coldfire.

  • 17 years ago

    by Cooper

    Fifty one reviews, huh? You devil you, and I only say that because I'm giving you the fifty second. Wow. (I'm lucky enough I get two)
    I felt the same thing I always do when I read your poetry. Love. And no, I'm not in love with you, but the way you express words into this beautiful art!
    Keep being a lovely writer.

    Yours truly,
    Dailin Coldfire.