The Rose...

by Gaberial   Apr 28, 2006


The rose, blown around by the piercing wind.
Wind, unrelenting and unforgiving.
The rose, pounded on by the rain.
Rain, twisted and oblivious.
The rose, scorched by the genial sun.
Sun, benign and foolish.
The rose just on the verge of budding.
Steeped on and trampled by the wicked animals.
The rose, whithering into nothing.
The last petal drops.
The rose falls...

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  • 18 years ago

    by Sean Allen

    Good poem. I liked the repitition and the details. This doesn't have to be a dark poem, it could be a poem about sadness and depression, the rose being a person/you and the other objects/things being different aspects of life that trample the rose into nothingness. Just a bit of symbolism to think about.

  • 18 years ago

    by Evil love

    Very dark, you are a very talented writer 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by Darien

    This was a really good poem. Very dark, with lots of horrific images. I would have to agree with Kaylee on this one, with the suggestion she pointed out. Good stuff though man.

  • 18 years ago

    by Natalie

    This was cool, Not as good as your others, But I still liked it. Keep writing =]

    `taleee xx

  • 18 years ago

    by Bianca

    This is my favorite from you so far, wow, I'm seriously at a lost for words, 5/5, thats amazing, so powerful but short

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