Portrait

A poem about someone who paints a picture that later surprises them.

I paint a picture, and of what one may ask.                          

It’s an image of what my eyes were opened to at last.

I ponder on my colours, and think about wha tthey mean.                                        

If I pick all the right colours, I’ll be able to unlock a door to the unseen.

I find all the prettiest colours, the ones I will use.               

Now what colour will I experience first? It’s come time to choose.

I take a dark blue, to create the thunder clouds in my eyes.                                     

Clouds that roll endlessly through the never ending skies.

These clouds hold mysteries of what you will never know.                                            

So long as they keep their tears and never allow the rain to flow.

Next I’ll take a pretty pink, to paint the blossoms on my cheeks.                   

Blossoms that only bloom when you and I meet.

These blossoms hold the secret to what I feel inside.                                               

As if they’re a secret passageway to the emotions I can’t hide.

Now it’s time for a deep red, to colour the roses holding back and bringing forth my blood.              

If a thorn were ever to cut wrong it would result in a flood.

A pouring out of feelings, desires, dreams.            

Emotions, signs, signals no one cares to know what they might mean.

Then finally my master piece is done, I take a step back to see.                            

I gasp at the image I’ve created; it’s a portrait of me.

Reviews

[dreaming dame]

It's... it's wonderful. So beautiful, sweet. :) Love this! :)

[Poe Redd]

Finally, i can read your poetry, get into that pretty head of yours. I love this and how it's so colourfull! And how every colour can have so many meanings from one person to the next.. It feels personal, like I'm invading your privacy. x3 My favorite kind of poem.

[Walk away slow poet]

Now it’s time for a deep red, to colour the roses holding back and bringing forth my blood. If a thorn were ever to cut wrong it would result in a flood.

I really connected somewhat to this write, the lines above I thought were amazing. I like yoru write, you put alot of heart and soul into it.

[paparapapa]

This is really cute! :)) I loved how you used to colors to represent the different sides of you. Amazing poem! Keep on writing. ;)