PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

As he draws the faces on the people in the world,

with the eyes and the nose and the torn up clothes.

He just fills their personality with ease,

with different colored pencils in each row

each hiding a secret that's stored in a tabern below.

For the hearts he uses a playful sponge

dabbing away at ALMOST everyone.

For the people who make hasty decisions

he gathers a crayon and roughly fills them in.

Next is nature he is filled with glee

as he gets the pastels and paints the trees.

With every swift motion you can feel a passion for this place

as splurges of everything wipe down his face.

As the sweat beads with concentration he absolutely needs perfection.

These things he calls humans start interacting with another

however not acting like sister and brother.

All he can do is sit back and watch,

as his artwork burns down just like that

unfairness and cruelety soon adapt.

The wildlife he sees starts eating each other

he then creates plants to stop one another.

The Artist gets worried as he hears a shriek!

what could it possibly be?

The disappointment met his eyes

when he saw a man with closed eyes.

The Artist quickly draws something

for those who can see the pictures beauty for what it is,

this thing is called hope.

But more people fall from judgemental jokes.

Why would they be ruining there own beauty.

Then recking down trees by the plenty

.Whats going on?

all his hard work is finally gone.

He finally decided to pack up his things

all the crayons and markers were no more,

his pastels and paints were never reborn.

The artist decided he never wanted to face them again.

Until they learned that there beauty is gift.

He still needs to watch them so he decides to hide

as with one swift motion he creates the sky