Withered field

by Oceansoul   Nov 12, 2006


Roses with no right to flourish
standing out in a withered field,
of those that tried to catch the sun
between those whose petals have died
amidst the ones that cried their dew
around the few whose leaves turned red
roses who shall always flourish,
flourish above the withered field.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Anonymous

    The imagery and the word choice are EXCELLENT! The flow was okay, and I don't think this poem was meant to have anything to do with rhyming, so I won't even comment on that. I really think this should go in poems about nature, unless you have some sort of hidden message that I haven't caught, or I have, but I'm afraid to say for it might be wrong.

    Anyway, if you have no hidden meaning, then you should put this in poems about nature. And if you do, maybe you could put it in a different category so people can catch it better?

    By the way, 5/5.

  • 17 years ago

    by Bridgette

    I really like this poem. I've always thought of roses as very beautiful flowers and the way that you described them as growing in a withered field was very well thought out. The flow and rhythm was very good and held up well. You did an amazing job on this! 5/5

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