The roses from Valentines' are low long past,
And when lovers bought them, it seemed forever they'd last.
Beautiful crimson and teardrops of water on the petals -
So perfect.
So pure.
The snowflakes from winter have all been soiled,
Become black and dirty, brown and oiled.
They use to be so gentle, lightly falling from the sky,
Large enough to see with the naked eye.
So light.
So innocent.
The rain of early spring has all turned out to give no light,
And puddles become a cespool for some paracite.
The tears of the sky came upon us so peaceful -
So hopeful.
So happy.
But all that has been yielded is filth.
Rotting flowers, soiled snow and grotesque slime -
Nothing can escape the wrath of time.
Author notes
Inspired by the phrase, "Fading roses, this garden's over."
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I see it... I feel it... Well done!
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Awesome write and no truer words were wrote my friend amazing piece of writing
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this poem has the story of life
from the beginning to the end
wonderful words
sad but true
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god you make me wonder why people even bother to read anyone else's poetry. you make me smile even though this is sort of sad. it makes me think that we'll all end up like the snow and the flowers, and the puddles. :/
oh well. this was very well written and I'm glad I read it.
-x-
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Becka,
In the end, we will all become the rotting roses, soiled snow and the cespool. It's just a question of what you do with the small tim frame of reality we call life before we become our final destiny.
With much more more love,
Jes
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i love this poem...it has very nice flow and i like the nature effect...i love the last stanza and how the ending goes "Rotting flowers, soiled snow and grotesque slime - Nothing can escape the wrath of time." it ended it beautifully
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