Beauty Can Never Survive
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I had to write a happy poem for a grade, only I was having trouble. A friend told me to write about flowers...kind of backfired though. Oh well...
Beauty Can Never Survive
The wind comes in and pulls the daisies They twist and turn struggling with the wind The breeze tries to pull them along They fall under pressure The rain comes in and soaks the tulips They petals bend back with the weight The ran tries to push them to the ground They fall under pressure The dog comes and tramples the roses The leaves begin to mingle with the dirt The dog tries to eat them They fall under pressure The daisies will never know that the wind only wanted to talk with them The tulips will never know that the rain only wanted to touch them The roses will never know that the dog only wanted to smell them Beauty can never survive Beauty is always destroyed. |
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Poor- POOR flowers... Oh, wait- that was a metaphor... I get deep things. lolfull! Sorry. God sez “thys guy is a dumbass!” Too much drugs- or not enough- I can never be sure... Most lykly the latter. You are really good, I could sit and examine the multi layer facets of thys work but... Well- I am not smrt enough. So- I’ll just mash the keyboard with my palm: fgyukkltjgvbwyqef ntfu5avb qaWGTU,HWSGT8H.,SETJ Stay fluffy, peace- love and man eating crayons- ~#6-| | Posted on 2005-01-31 00:00:00 | by Six_Grey | [ Reply to This ] | I liked this, maybe you see yourself as each flower, maybe you feel trampled on by family even though you know they are only there for you. I really hope you keep writing. | | Posted on 2004-12-14 00:00:00 | by lori_tab | [ Reply to This ] | This is very similar to the Robert Frost peom "Nothing Gold Can Stay" but I really liked it . Great poem it really got me thinking and it reminded me of my favorite poem so awesome dude | | Posted on 2004-12-14 00:00:00 | by Devadair | [ Reply to This ] | this is a great poem best part is | The dog comes and tramples the roses The leaves begin to mingle with the dirt The dog tries to eat them They fall under pressure like i said great poem keep up the good work  | Posted on 2004-12-14 00:00:00 | by shattered_dream | [ Reply to This ] | wow. I really enjoyed that poem *enjoyed was used cause I can't think of the word, to tired*. I liked the use of the flowers instead of people, and at the end the message was very clear. this is an awesome piece and it's going to become my new favorite. nice job courtney | | Posted on 2004-12-14 00:00:00 | by bleedbroken | [ Reply to This ] | Interesting poem, makes me think of outter beauty you are talking about, physical, not surviving and how people never look to the inner beauty of other people, past all of that. How physical beauty is a fleeting thing yet inner remains. | Alan | Posted on 2004-12-14 00:00:00 | by MidnghtScorpion | [ Reply to This ] | |
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