Wall Flower

by Allison   Apr 10, 2007


Mounted on a wall,
For everyone to see.
Set upon a pedestal
Primped and Polished.

Gazing gloomily downward
Past the ruby sunset,
Past conscience happiness
and into the abysmal depths.

"Wall Flower, what torments you?
You are spoiled and loved.
Brought up above others,
Better then the rest."

"I am lonely", she replies.
With sad eyes cast behind
She glances at the other kids
And watches their silly games.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Lithium

    Very nice, i like your imagery and idea of a person beign a wall flower, really well doen xox lithium

  • 17 years ago

    by Brigitte

    Hmm interesting write, the last line of the poem threw the general idea of the poem off. It just didn't seem to fit, or maybe it did but not as an ending to a poem. I liked the idea of the poem, how even the most wonderful and beautiful people that are most highly regarded, can be so unhappy. The title of the poem didn't seem to fit though, aren't wall flowers people who blend in to the crowd not stand out? I'm not sure if thats the word you were looking for. Other than that your discriptive word usage is beautiful, and your poem is a delightful read with a different way of looking at things.

  • 17 years ago

    by Megann Lee

    This is really good. I liked reading it. It was short yet the flow was great and it made a lot of sense.

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