Eva Beylich


Painters - Poem by Eva Beylich

Every day I leave a picture
that others paint of me
at the place of the deed.
There it turns cheerful - without me.
I am at home and wait here
for the night
that makes me older - as always.
The night doesn't expect anything
and gives me paintings
like a friend
embraces me dreaming.

Topic(s) of this poem: art


Comments about Painters by Eva Beylich

  • (1/3/2016 2:26:00 PM)


    very interesting I am trying to picture (Report) Reply

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  • (1/3/2016 4:47:00 AM)


    A beautifully penned meaningful and thought provoking short and sweet poem. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.10 points. (Report) Reply

  • E.j. Langley (12/5/2015 10:55:00 PM)


    Well, here we go again. The night doesn't expect anything and gives me paintings is exceptional. (Report) Reply

  • Bharati Nayak (11/27/2015 9:00:00 AM)


    An wonderful write.Our works leave impressions on others like paintings.Others ' praise or criticism also leave impression on us.Thanks for your artistic depiction. (Report) Reply

  • Fabrizio Frosini (11/22/2015 4:04:00 PM)


    a well penned write, with a deep meaning, in its simplicity. A very good poem! Thank you for sharing, Eva (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Kurt (11/22/2015 9:44:00 AM)


    We paint our own picture, others do so as well. Thanks, Eva (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 22, 2015



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