#paint poems on Hello Poetry

Anonymous Freak Sep 2017

Murky brown water,
Probably won't last long.

I've perched myself on a stone wall
In a graveyard
This muggy evening.
My pail redhead skin
And maroon painted toes
Are a startling contrast
Against the dark
Evaporating stream below me.

Softened stones, And scared thoughts,
Probably won't last long.

The adjusting of the season
Leaves mowed grass spat
Out by a man-made monster
In the water,
And orange tainted leaves.
Small fish bicker with each other,
And turn over with a glint
If their silver bellies.
My stomach is tight
With anxiety.

Mud caked banks,
Probably won't last long.

A dragonfly
Befriends my toes,
Green shine,
Suspended in the air.
My fears for my future
Buzzing in my head.
Crickets clicking
At the sinking sun.
The abundance of rain
Must have overfilled this brook in the early summer,
And now it's dying.

There's so much hope for me, and my "talents", my bright future.
It probably won't last long.

#water #life #paint #future #fear

Dori Sep 2017

Art

There are words buried in the marrow of my bones,
and I have love swimming through my veins.
Nobody understands that since I was 13,
I’ve been using razors as paint brushes and my body as the canvas.
So when they ask me about the scars on my arms, I don’t say much. But in my head, I tell them I was writing poetry.

#pain #love #hurt #cutting #raw #dark #heartache #paint

Star BG Sep 2017

Paint The Sky

And I shall paint the sky
with dye of evening breeze.
With eyes that match sparking stars.
And nights full moon
that shimmers to guide my hand.

And I shall paint
by direction
of heartbeats song of breath,
in hope of showing
the masterpiece of sky,
before me.

Inspired by Laci who is a gifted poet.

#paint

Rebel Heart Sep 2017

Depression is Art

Depression is art
The kind few actually understand
It's poetry is embodied in the paint
That covers the artist's hands.
And the canvas drips words
That fill up the empty space
With colors of black and blue
To fill up the feeling of grey
Within the emptiness
Of the corners of the artist's heart.
But the design isn't yet finished
The last stroke waiting to breathe
On the canvas to complete it
Before the world can see.
Slices of red added to the portrait
And specks of tears too
To complete the last touch
Of the masterpiece for you.
...
But you know what they say
Most art isn't understood
And the poetry behind it all
Is lost in the colors too.
For you would only know
If you knew this:
That the art was her soul
But the canvas was her **skin

...The artist was the art...
(Written by a lonely once-14 year old who years later realizes how hard it is to get the paint off once its stained you because art itself is sometimes a drug)
Don't be afraid to reach out I'm here to talk if any of you need to <3

#art #depression #artist #lonely #paint #sadness #colors #night #sad #depressed

Laurel Leaves Sep 2017

Hand. Fasting.

I'm not the way home reminds me
I waft through the world obtaining the ideals
Of unanimous prophecies

Spelling it as if it is so
He turns towards me and hands me the fine tip of a needle
open arms
Wide
Swings the words through catalytic loops

Soulmate
Forever
He says
Till the final throws of life come through my eyes
I wont breathe still youre mine

But I'm motionless
I freeze as the cracks take their form
The natural progression of ice melting
It signifies nothing
Nodding as the moonlight
Devours
I sit still for hours
Cigarette after cigarette
The thick chews of ginger candy
Wrappers clothing me

I'm the skin
Holding our bodies as they morph into one
As the paint fumes poison us
Rats tickling the walls

We lie
To ourselves
Above the sheets on the bed
I tell him I want to see the world
He perks
confused
"Aren't I your world?"

When I was 17 and I didnt know any better.

#love #soulmates #codependency #noise #rats #paint #loss #previous

Rebel Heart Aug 2017

Painting Between The Lines

"Nothing's wrong"

Nothing except I'm a burden

"It's whatever"

It's driving me insane

"The new bracelets? I just like them"

They hide my paintings

"It's nothing"

It's everything and it's killing me

"It's just a scratch, forget it"

My paintbrush is a bit sharp

"It's barely bleeding"

Red's my favorite color

"I'm just a little tired"

I just want to go home and paint again

"Nothing a little sleep can't fix"

I always said I'd sleep when I'm dead anyway

"I love all of you guys"

I'm sorry...

"I'll be fine"

Once I finally finish my masterpiece

"See you tomorrow"*

But tomorrow won't ever come...
Not for me anyway

So soon the jagged strokes of her paintbrush overwhelmed the canvas on her wrist....
(Front Page 8/26/17)

#death #dying #depression #suicide #sad #paint #art #selfharm #pain #life

Luna Aug 2017

Untitled

Paintings hover like sky surfers
Sparkle in the eyes of art lovers
One abstract
And the other more to the point
Some created impulsively
The others created
With the help
Of a joint

Ones man dirt is another man's gold
Respect your elders
Always do as you are told

#paint

Ryan Holden Aug 2017

Canvas Love - Haiku

Paint these words onto
A canvas, so you can see
It drips devotion.

#haiku #love #deep #paint #art #ryan #holden