His Canvas

Her skin was the canvas

of which the world painted on

Colors brilliant and shining

or dark and frightening


And when people lined up

to make their mark on her

she handed them the brush

and the horrid dye;

The dark purples, blacks, and greens

painting the bruises on her skin




He was the last

to take up her brush

as carefully as he would

her heart

And he chose the brightest colors

showing her a world

she never knew


And slowly

her skin became the canvas

of which his world as painted on.


  • Author: Nicole Brant (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 13th, 2017 14:59
  • Category: Love
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  • Nicholas Browning

    I like it. Saving someone from their constant suffering is a way to prove your affection. Nicely done.

  • MissileOfUncertainty

    This is beautiful! I'm so happy for the girl ^~^

  • burning-embers

    You are a real poet. Thats a very fine piece. May i suggest you remove the word 'of' from line two. Its just the way i read it. Beautiful sentiment in this work.

  • kevin browne

    well you have painted a very clear inspiration for the thought of love and you managed to carry it across very well.

  • FredPeyer

    Another very well written poem Nicole, I especially like how you use the painting and canvas metaphor to depict hurt, sadness, and finally love, going from the dark colors to bright colors. Somehow I can imagine the whole transformation. Well done.

  • Baylee

    Thank you all for your compliments and suggestions

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