He was just a man who saw the true beauty in his life, he saw the stars in the sky. He wanted others to see the same beauty that he did, to become a romantic like he was. He saw pain, and painted it with love. He understood suffering and elegance. He stood in summer with a heavy heart and watched over the beautiful mountains and admired they sky as it changed hues. He wanted to capture it and set it free all at once. He didn't just see the world, he felt it, he understood it. He knew how unfair life was, and he knew prehaps people will never understand how he portrayed the magnificence of this Earth. He knew the darkness people held in their hearts, but he always knew that the snowly land and the flowers next to the books were enough. His love stood true, even when the people could not love him. Under the stars, he chose to take his life as lovers often do. He would never know the admiration that was to come for him, but it was destined that the world was never meant for someone as beautiful as him. His visions lay in disturbing hallways, and perhaps the people who pass may never understand what he tried to say.

  • Author: nessa (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 16th, 2023 08:52
  • Comment from author about the poem: Vincent Van Gogh is my favourite painter. I have many copies of his works on my walls, and when I look at them I see myself. I feel as though I am similar to Vincent in a way, I understand his suffering. This work was heavily inspired by one of my favourite songs Vincent" by Don McLean. The last line in my poem "and perhaps the people may never understand what he tried to say." related to Vincents last words "The sadness will last forever".
  • Category: Forgiveness
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