I'm not a big fan of this poem, but the idea kind of randomly popped into my head, so I just went with it...
A canvas
Perfectly pristine
It wishes to be painted on
And have its purpose fulfilled
The clock ticks
And the canvas remains blank
Untouched
If only someone could come along
To add color
To add something
Anything
People come by
Adding a dash of color
Here and there
But the canvas still feels disgruntled
Wishing to be more
Than it already is
Then one day
A painter comes along
And begins to admire the canvas from afar
Taking a step closer
He extracts his paintbrush from his pocket
The end of the brush touches his lips
As he contemplates
How to fix this lonely canvas
Finally
He presses the bristles against the cloth
And adds an array of colors
Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
Purple
He takes a step back
And smiles at what he has accomplished
Mixing his beauty
Along with the others
He has helped the canvas
To finally feel complete
"Sweet little baby in a world full of pain..."
-The Neighbourhood
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A Poetry Book
PoetryHere is a collection of my poems that I have written. They aren't all focused on one specific subject, but rather they're poems I wrote to express certain emotions I was feeling at the time of writing them. Hopefully you all enjoy reading these poem...
