
You Paint In Lies
You paint in colours born of lies,
I paint the same one in black and white.
Yours shimmer with a false sunrise,
Mine cuts sharp through endless night.
You blend the edges, soft and bright,
A canvas warm, a world untrue.
I leave the lines raw, clear in sight,
No room for what isn’t true.
You dance in shadows, fading fast,
I stand unmoved, the truth in view.
Your whispers fade, a fading cast,
I speak in silence, always true.
Where your illusions softly bleed,
I paint in strokes that stand and stay.
In honesty, my hands will lead,
The path untouched by false display.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️



Comments (4)
Love the symbolism in this poem. The use of a paintbrush and painting, really created a deep tone to the poem. Nicely done. 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾❤️❤️❤️❤️
I like honest people. Never was one to beat around the bush, myself
What a great painting with words. I saw the colors and brushstrokes. Good job.
Your Poetry sparks an amusing ideas 🙂