SAMANTHA AND PETER’S PICTURE POETRY 4/22/19 TWO WORDS, 1) face 2) art
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Peter and Samantha
I could never really tell why
My sight often blurred out with wells of tears.
I tried to convince me, myself and I
That there was no life at all in any of my darkest fears.
But I could never really tell why
I was taking long to understand which language my destiny hears.
Yet when I took a break and beheld the reflection of my teary face,
I smiled to learn that all along, the art of my destiny’s language had been these same tears.
For this is when I felt them all dry away, as it was my time to finally give up the chase.
But I could never really tell why…
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Hung on a wall for all to see
Her beautiful face at the art gallery
Staring now at the image on the wall
Colorful paint strokes not even a flaw
Familiar her face as if I’ve seen it somewhere
Looking closer I then became aware
I was the picture hanging on the wall
For the first time seeing what he saw
Beauty in every sentence BRAVO✒✒✒✒✒✒✒????????????????????????????????????????
Lips of red and eyes of dark
hold my soul and I can not part
memories ingrained like sand
never leave I am just like Peter Pan
A lost child seeking truth
Holding onto you
these days of youth
bleeding from forced growth
pushed into the world
they grab my throat
I hold your picture true
for loving you is all I still can do.
-The Pueblo Poetess, aka Curvy Red Gurl. 4-22-19
Her lovely face,
I can’t erase
her features, art
Her lips do part
She doth protest
Her beauty’s zest
her porcelain skin
Vanities end
Her style refined
Her dress designed
Her hair so golden
She does embolden
Haunted by her face still
His art showed all the
Different colours and
Moods she showed him
Her devoted widower