Artist's Luck

by Sam Azam   Aug 28, 2007


There's a paint stain on my carpet
It belongs to me
I tried to paint your portrait
From pure memory.

But midway masterpiece
The paint spilled from my veins
Didn't matter how hard I scrubbed
You're still here in heart and stains.

The strokes were always messy
And colours out of place
It took me time to realise
You can't paint such a pretty face.

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  • 17 years ago

    by judith redmount

    Nie rhyme, short poem, bt meainul

  • 17 years ago

    by Sherry Lynn

    This is a very nice and yet startling piece. It shows your love and how in your mind the love of your life remains perfect despite anything that is said or done.

    Nicely written.

    --Sher

  • 17 years ago

    by judith redmount

    I like this part:
    "But midway masterpiece
    The paint spilled from my veins"
    excellent poem.

    I read it over and over again.
    It is inspiring me to write my next poem.

  • 17 years ago

    by lish

    Wow this poem is amazing i love the wording
    5/5 from me and definately in my favourites
    xx

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