#paints poems on Hello Poetry

Khaab Oct 2020

From canvas to white pages....from paint brushes to black pens

It was an idle evening
And I was sitting in the lap of Past
Resting my head on her chest
As she slightly moved her hands through my hair.

I told her about....when I painted
With colours and brushes....a colourful world of mine
When canvas and sheets were drenched with bright colours
Bright colours like red, yellow, green, orange and so on.

But now...I can't even recognize them
They are lost in some dusty drawers
Somewhere I can't even remember
Now I live in a world of black and white
White pages drenched with black ink...

Did I lose my bright colours?
Or am I just homing in this black and white world of mine?

From canvas to white pages....from paint brushes to black pens
There was a time when I used to draw and paint all day...but now I just write...I have completley forgotten how to use these brushes and paints...It's just I miss that time. Now it's just me and Poetry♥

#canvas #paints #diaries #blackink

Elizabeth Squires Jun 2020

Haiku

spring's color palette
paints a resplendent canvas
of floral glories

#haiku #spring #color #palette #paints #resplendent #canvas #floral #glories

Star BG Dec 2018

Father Sky Paints

Inside infinite canvas above,
Father Sky, master artist readies self to paint.
Sometimes it’s bright with colors to make one whisper “Wow”
Other times it’s dark hiding mystery and rain
to give one chance to ponder.

Feathered fiery clouds move gracefully.
Birds use wings to touch sailcloth.
Wind assists spreading beauty.
Rays of sun sparkle like stars.

Infinite landscape canvas unfolds,
evolving, changing, expanding
to touch eyes so all to see.
SEE the moving magnificent masterpiece.
It is a gift.

The sky is a picture that forever changes inside beauty.

#sky #nature #paints

Ceyhun Mahi Mar 2018

Paints of Nights

So, all these fancy paints of nights,
Where do they end up at I wonder?
Down the sink and away from lights,
Leaving the paint and painter lonely.

#paints #makeup #nights #fade

George Krokos Dec 2016

Quatrain #292 - A poet is an artist who .........

A poet is an artist who paints images with words cast on the canvas of our mind
and uses expressions to make a point or evoke feelings of some particular kind.
A poem then is the handiwork of a poet who is usually inspired or otherwise,
being the medium through which he or she reveal themselves to peoples’ eyes.

From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's.

#poem #feelings #poet #mind #expression #artist #images #medium #evoke #paints

Mercury Chap Jul 2016

Light And Dark

It was the witch

Who didn't know magic

Her spells rebound

Struck her heart

Tears, gloom all around,

No where to restart.

It was the ghost

Who knew the way to light

And though he wandered clueless

Without any delight,

Had a heart of a firefly

But no one to rely.

When the dark and the light

Merge with an ease

Of water paints

Where there's melancholy,

There's mutual empathy and love,

There's a new creation of hope,

It's all over above.

Story of the oer lost light and the one lost in dark.

#love #dark #darkness #power #lovers #light #paints

S Dec 2015

The Stars

Have you ever wondered where the stars go
On the nights when they don't shine?

Well if there is one thing I know,
It's where those stars go.

They glide down to Earth from the sky
Although I haven't the foggiest idea why

And they sing and dance and play
Just like us during the day

Those two white figures dancing a tango
While another one views some Van Gogh

And more still sing a song
'Till all the songs have been sung

And the morning sun arises from her bed
And calls the stars back home once more.

Sometimes sadness is the best inspiration.

#dance #happiness #stars #joy #song #celebrations #paints

Shel Nov 2015

Galaxy

She paints the galaxy purple and blue with little bright specks that reminds her of you.

Might add onto this..

#love #galaxy #blue #purple #care #paints