A Poem by John Holmes

We paint beautiful portraits don't we?


I look at my arms.

blank canvas


and sleek

but blank

Or are they?

I am covered.

Not with the scars of blades.

but with memories.

with squeezes.

and hugs.

your skin is a map

a map of life and love

sweet goodbyes and happy returns

dawns and dusk’s of a lifetime

and angels songs

and devils tears

your skin is a map of heaven and hell its self.

and your hands?

the ink.

but not of your map.

but of everyone’s you touch.

Now go and draw something wonderful. 

© 2014 John Holmes

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John Holmes
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This is one of my favourites, I love how you've managed to express how everyone is unique and has their own personal story. It's quite liberating to think we can go and make whatever we want of our lives :)

Posted 6 Years Ago

A yes I know this well. Great poem. I think you might like mine called chiaroscuro. It is in this vein.

Posted 6 Years Ago

What a lovely poem! This didn't take the path I thought it would - It made me feel warm and uplifted and I'm very glad I read it. Keep doing what you're doing :3

Posted 6 Years Ago

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3 Reviews
Added on June 8, 2013
Last Updated on June 21, 2014
Tags: canvas, paints, memories, paint, style, picture, creation, destruction, imagery, scars, blades, sleep, smooth, map, arms, love, life, skin, poem, poetry


John Holmes
John Holmes

United Kingdom

Okay SO I am back everybody! Sorry for the long lapse in maintaining this account. I hope you're all well. Currently I stand at zero read requests, I came back to have far too many for me to ever catc.. more..

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