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Juverine Wan Jan 2021
Creativity cannot be conjured,
Without a little madness.
It is in the crazy that we find,
the beauty beyond us.

Strokes of paint mean nothing,
without a story or emotion.
In our medium we find ourselves,
Creation and Destruction.

The world here calls me a lunatic,
An amateur, a monstrosity.
But today you label me 'crazy',
Tomorrow you label me 'visionary'.
hello everyone! this inspired by my idea of being a little crazy as an artist.
I hope you like it!
Savio Fonseca Dec 2020
I shall paint, your Portrait Tonight.
As U unwrap, your Fashion.
To picture, your Beautiful Soul.
With all it's Freedom and Passion.
Lips I shall paint, in Rosy Pink
and Eyes, in Lightish Blue.
Coz when U smile at Me...Darling.
I'm lost in the Universe, with U.
I shall sharpen, all your Curves.
Hope My Eyes, don't go Blind.
Coz seeing your Beauty, My Love.
Even a Saint, will lose His Mind.
Soon My Masterpiece, will be ready.
So Don't fall off to Sleep.
We can Romance all Night.....Honey.
The Memories, We both can Keep.
Savio Fonseca Dec 2020
U chained Me, with your Eyes
and choked Me, with your Love.
I long so much, for your Hand.
Coz U are, an Angel from Above.
Your Kisses, are Sweet as Honey
and pour, like the Torrential Rain.
They sow My Heart, with Love
and relieve Me, of all My Pain.
If U ask Me, for the Stars.
I'll bring down, the Moon to U.
I'm Happy, to see U Smile.
Underneath the Sky, that's Blue.
Paint Me, your Rainbow Nights.
Each time, We get in Bed.
Coz I want to Hear U Moan.
Before the Sun, shows it's Head.
wizmorrison Dec 2020
Sticky red blood in my foes
As I cut their flesh off,
Smelly rotten red liquid
Paints the white canvas in the room.
This is from my Wattpad poetry collection, Coffin Of Thoughts.
mark soltero Dec 2020
what can i say
when the words die
inside the void of my own selfish mind

does the diction of my tongue
evoke an uneasy feeling within you
when i stare into the paint of this filthy room
Shofi Ahmed Dec 2020
Sky is vast
besides
painted in
blue opulence.
But the eyes
are on
the small earth!
xandra Dec 2020
after i was told about the dangers of cadmium,
i never really used oil paints,
or acrylic;
i'm more of a watercolor girl myself.
~but if i'm honest, i’m not really much of a painter in the first place
xandra Nov 2020
my painting teacher once told the class
"you'll never miss it if you don't know about it"
he said some paints weren't good for us
& even though they looked better, with richer, more brilliant colors,
they weren't safe for us.
too much exposure to them could poison us;
for they included a toxic component.
we never used these paints,
and so we never missed them.
i wish i could say the same about you.
~a poem about cadmium colors
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