He is a mural,
a painting of his own liking,
Brilliant bright reds and blues,
a rainbow of many hues.
Strong, bold,
Passionate, unique,
Tender in a moment,
a kiss upon our cheek.
We seek his strength,
long for his caress,
He can be weak,
in love he is his best.
A blazing pen,
braising our minds,
with words that ignite us,
with a passion that is blind.
He is king of the castle,
jester, a knight,
A man of many colors,
Who fights or takes flight,
He is fatherhood, son,
a lover and friend,
Strong moral character
He'll fight to defend
for the love of his country
or family, he'll go,
He is the many among us,
The ones that we know.
Curious and courageous,
Safe and dangerous,
A flaming ember,
Seeking our breathe
Longing to be understood.
He is an endless
collage of colors,
Brilliant and bright,
Contrasting...
our opposite,
both dark and light.
Lured in by his core,
a longing desire,
Special, delicate,
a raging inner fire.
Complex and simple,
His painting changes
day by day,
His inner child,
Seeks to come play,
He is of his own liking,
A unique design,
Exploring his palette,
Like a fine line,
Thin or wide,
He stokes the fire within,
By merely painting him.
Upon what was
a blank canvas,
now is but an infinite
possibility of colors.
The core of one man
is like no other.

SDF

That's very nice indeed. Thank you!!
Now, if I could find a man like that..............

FANTASTIC view of a MAN

an excellant peice of writeing

i really like it

SK... I know where you are coming from!

oldsage.... thank you

lonetar... I'm glad you stopped by and enjoyed it. I love it as well.

enjoyed this immensly, very "colorful"...ot's amazing men can see all colors and whilst declaring the rainbow and the kaliedoscope beautiful because of their many colors and yet they can't seem to get along with each other because of colors....

Now, if I could find a man like that

^ha ha, you probably already have, many I suppose, maybe you got blinded by the light, don't we all when searching...

"He stokes the fire within,
By merely painting him."


I particularly like this line, There is something that makes him so unique, that even chemistry cannot explain.

huckleberry...I'm glad you enjoyed my poem... thanks for stopping by!

Sharris...he, the right guy, is always unique!