Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
heather-mc-corklePoems
Art is made in the darkness It is clothed in the darkest shadows The ones that come to haunt and to despair Art is made when the sun sinks When it floats to the surface and rests The moon rises in a illumination And looks fondly to the world Art is made cuddling the moon Covers thrown over a bed Eerie noises Everything is transformed The world looks so different when there is no light to balance out the darkness Lying awake My eyelids are heavy But I can't sleep Ideas are floating in my mind The rain bounces off the window The branches slick to my view like a thin trail of mud Art has a way of making light when there isn't any It appears when you least expect it When you're unconscious but there's a cinema going on in your head Dreams The greatest poems, the sweetest notes All come when the mind is refreshed When the room is dark If there wasn't any art We'd all be living in a bubble of black Even in the middle of the day I thank God for the shadows I thank God for the stars Misery and pain seem useless and burdening But it's from those times that we can create the most good Art Is made in the shadows
0
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC
Shadows
Art is made in the darkness It is clothed in the darkest shadows The ones that come to haunt and to despair Art is made when the sun sinks When it floats to the surface and rests The moon rises in a illumination And looks fondly to the world Art is made cuddling the moon Covers thrown over a bed Eerie noises Everything is transformed The world looks so different when there is no light to balance out the darkness Lying awake My eyelids are heavy But I can't sleep Ideas are floating in my mind The rain bounces off the window The branches slick to my view like a thin trail of mud Art has a way of making light when there isn't any It appears when you least expect it When you're unconscious but there's a cinema going on in your head Dreams The greatest poems, the sweetest notes All come when the mind is refreshed When the room is dark If there wasn't any art We'd all be living in a bubble of black Even in the middle of the day I thank God for the shadows I thank God for the stars Misery and pain seem useless and burdening But it's from those times that we can create the most good Art Is made in the shadows
#Art #shadows
Written by
heather-mc-corkle
15/F
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem