With the help of the Divine
He was inspired
His inspiration
Romantically kissed paper
She was my paint
And I was her brush
With romance and passion
Beauty moist paper's face
Paint and brush blended perfectly
For every time they touched
It brought smiles and pleasure
Each stroke cleanse their pain
The work of art was dead
Love was the painter
That painted it together
But time has flowed by
And the painter has moved on
All that remains is
Agonizing memories...
Encased within the frame.
A lovely poem that speaks to a religious and psychological understanding...love can aid one in painting a variety of pictures...thanks for sharing
ah. sad. the ending it is sad. the inspiration sud have evolved with the art.....not die. sad.
Art is the most beautiful thing to create. Good writing...I am not suprised that it had came from you...I love the way you write... <3
Art is Love, Love is Art and both blended can bring all of us happiness, however, when something goes wrong within the framework, it is time to move on, realizing that whenever there is an ending, there is a new beginning. Hundreds of doors closed and thousands of them opening everyday until we find the right one to enter through to dwell forever within the chamber of Happiness. Great job! Coming a long way, keep it up! 10++++Love and Peace...
Amazing! i can translated this into different version of life...a life of a painter, loves to paint, but ended by framing the piece of art...but it is okay it ended that way, still the greatness of the memory preserve well in the frame, and exhibit, share all the love that u have before, but u will paint onto new canvas and the feeling will grow again......and it also can be understand as a reflection of the art, an art of love between of two person that colored by beautiful feelings and ended with the memory remain forever...in mind frame..
This is really a work of art Deep emotions expressed through wonderful and original images. A real artist at work. Let your inspiration keep kissing the paper (or the key board ( :)
The poet colorful words paints a picture of a painter's idea of love ' Once upon a Time' A 10
Thanks for sharing this poem is wonderful to read i love the way you put your words into the poem. love and light nathan cx
The true painter will always have different strokes in his paints.Each stroke speaks about its own season and beauty. For you had painted your idea well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
''The work of art was dead Love was the painter That painted it together But time has flowed by''.......success in works can be obtained by patience, inspiration and concentration...love leads to inspiration ..pray can help, then practice, then motivate, then do what you want to do... once upon a time when my eyes are close to reality and when love appears in the dark and submits my self to cruelty... but that was the time when the sky is grey and white and love lights the nights of feathered whstling wind.... so, painted burning light of joyous picture prints that was taken once upon a time of simple memory schemes.......well, ur poem is nicely done...i add some wrds to ur lines...i am carried by the contents...smileeeee