The flowers tussled in your path,
bent under heavy handed wind.
The faded yellow of hopes lost,
stained the petals that fell to sin.
The darkened dreams lay decaying,
when the sun descended once again.
In a final crescendo,
the bruised petals sweep away.
Curling, writhing in the wind,
fluttering in disarray.
Your hand outstretched emptied,
toward the stem-less bouquet.
| It shouldn't be like this. Read my poem poppy flower to know what I mean. It's a good write anyway. Sometimes things are like this...||| Posted on 2011-08-24 00:00:00 | by Paradox | [ Reply to This ] || ish speechless.|
|| Posted on 2010-08-21 00:00:00 | by ruejacobs | [ Reply to This ] || Oii,|
This is beautiful and filled with emotion. You have a great talent and I encourage you to continue writing.
Your words flowed perfectly together... and they sounded brilliant. I really liked the last part ;)
|| Posted on 2010-08-07 00:00:00 | by cherrywillow | [ Reply to This ] || Beautiful writing, with a loss of hope in some one, so young. Remember a dream is never lost, if you still believe in it. It is only when the dreamer gives it up, that it is gone. I see you have Gator shirt on in your picture. Do you live in FL. I live in St. Augustine. You have a great talent, do not give it up.|
Love of Christ,
|| Posted on 2010-08-01 00:00:00 | by lynn7 | [ Reply to This ] || I really loved the imagery in this, it was simple but still provoking. I especially enjoyed the last line I thought it summed up the small piece really well. nicely done||| Posted on 2010-08-01 00:00:00 | by ira | [ Reply to This ] || The wilt and decay of flowers seems like withered hopes and unfulfilled promises. This is where Roses go to die; and one can't but view them with some sadness for something that was once so bright and beautiful!!|
Your poem is very deep and profound, and is very thought provoking.
|| Posted on 2010-07-29 00:00:00 | by Ron Cole | [ Reply to This ] |