The Artist

He paints the flowers yellow and red

And the sky a beautiful blue

He paints the sun as bright as can be

And the leaves a greenish hue

He paints the oceans and the seas

The rivers and the streams

He paints the things that's in our minds

He even paints our dreams

He paints the tear that falls from our cheeks

And the smile that crosses our face

He paints the future as well as the past

A different time and place

He paints the pain that breaks our heart

And sometimes paints the joy

He paints the kiss that starts the love

Between a girl and boy

He paints this all without a brush

And just in case you didn't know it

This artist isn't a painter at all

For this artist is only a poet

Reviews

[Harley (arbiter)]

Well bieing an artist myself I think that all that stuff can be transferred or something I don't know. Like it could be reversed onto poets. I like the write

[Sydnye Louise]

good job. you really painted the picture for me :) great write, thank you.

[Daniel]

Cool. :)

[Cherrie]

Nicely laid out and developed with a smooth flow and rhyme.