Autumn Matthews Poet Free verse

His Psychedelic Dream

His psychedelic dream,
Her open canvas.
Passion exploding in colour.

Striving for beauty,
Throwing colour into empty air.
Each stroke on pale unsullied skin,
A masterpiece.

Vivid colours, bleeding souls
No romance, not making love but 
Making art.

Pure raw emotion,
Giving each other everything. 
Exposing their flaws.

For it is colour that is dangerous,
Provocative,
Creating a mural which can 
Never be forgotten.

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Beata Agustin September 29, 2025 at 5:36 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Skat A January 24, 2015 at 7:43 AM colors and raw emotions. Love it. :) have a nice day ~SKAT~

Kevin Leake January 18, 2015 at 4:23 PM A nice poem, well put together. With a lot of colour. Best Wishes Kevin

David Meade January 18, 2015 at 3:55 PM A delightful picture . . . bold and expressive! Nicely done.