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An artist's Playground

Colors explode onto the page
A dancing bug and a dog in a cage
Droplets fly and multiply
A humming bird and a swatted fly

My paintbrush moves with a mind of it own
Flowing across the page, never going home
The sky begins to come into view
Then you see the water and many wet shoes

A lonely old fisherman waiting for a bite
A giant, looming oak tree reaching to an unreal height
The grass is filled with deer and dirty goats
In the city you see tall beautiful women with long fury coats

The forest at night is where all the fairies play
Water nymphs and satyrs live there during the day
The heavens above come into my view
Fluffy white clouds and a dark purply blue

I change up the color scheme from red to a shiny gold
Then I add white to the trees to make it look cold
I cover up the sun then paint the night sky
I add a few lonely birds with no wings to fly

Then I add tiny black smudges all over the ground
For this little painting is an artist's playground

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How I feel every time I paint

Vivi
(Love hanging with my family of poets)

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What i love about this is that you have drawn an artist picture\painting into words.

Thank you...Teddy

the images you've painted here. Just a couple of typos.
1] paintbrush moves with a mind of [its'] own
2] long [furry] coats

My favorite lines?
" I cover up the sun then paint the night sky"
"I add a few lonely birds with no wings to fly"

I think that you will do very well with this project. You have good vision. ~ Geez.
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Awww thx guys. I always love to see ya'lls poems and read the comments on mine. I'm really happy this week though because i have officially finished my book. 65 poems baby! All i have to do now is get enough money to publish it. (and find someone who wants to publish it.) I will do it someday, i might even have to wait till I'm old. The book will be called thoughts of a teenager. It is a book of poems telling every experience in my life and how i feel about them. I hope someone will read it if it is published. I wrote it because I'm tired of adults saying teens are just moody. We aren't moody we actually have things to be sad and mad about Anyway i'll stop my rant now cause once i get into it... Anyway thx. :) ;) :P

Vivi
(Love hanging with my family of poets)

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