My Song

by Tricia   Apr 2, 2007


I was walking dowm the street one day,
And saw a woman with a rose.
I wanted to buy but nothing to pay,
So I sang a song that I composed.
I sang of love,
I sang of hate,
I sang my dear old uncle was late.
As I finished she began to cry,
She said he was too young to die.
She handed to rose in which she gave,
I laid that rose upon his grave.
As I knelt down to the ground,
I looked at the spot in which he lay.
I kissed the dirt for this year round,
Then got up and walked away.

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  • 17 years ago

    by sara

    I love this poem its so sad 5/5 keep it up

  • 17 years ago

    by .K.i.T.t.Y.

    This was a nicely written narrative. It had a nice flow, but felt like you could've done more.

    5/5. it was great overall.

  • 17 years ago

    by Romancing the Darker Side

    This is a short, but interesting story. If it's anything like this, your novel will probably be fabulous. ;) great job.

  • 17 years ago

    by Melpomene

    Ok, I liked the meaning of this poem i thought maybe you could of added some more to this to make it longer. The ryhme scheme seemed ok but at the started you had the abab ryhme then it was aabb and it kept changing throughout the poem. I think if you changed this and made it at one ryhme scheme then it would flow much better and make the poem great. a good effort though well done ~mel

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