#paints
mix my pain with paints
see what my body creates
all the tension i hold in
has broken my restraints
flood like spring, ego shrinks
Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 1:01 PM UTC
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?
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 2:52 AM UTC
spring's color palette
paints a resplendent canvas
of floral glories
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 7:01 AM UTC
**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.**
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 9:30 AM UTC
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.
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 7:49 AM UTC
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.
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC
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.
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 6:48 AM UTC
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.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
She paints the galaxy purple and blue with little bright specks that reminds her of you.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
When words are hard to come by
And they have deserted you
Life starts to feel dreary without them
Unable to express your feelings
Carry cans of spray paints
To color the walls around you
Marvel at the riot of colors
The best graffiti to have ever painted
Walls can be your inspiration
Only if you look at the brighter side
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC