I’m a flower
Standing alone
Someone stopped and picked me
Owwwww that hurt
They twirled me
That made me sick
They slowly plucked each
Of my petals
Letting each fall the ground
My petals my tears
They’ve hurt me
Once they were done
They tossed me to the ground
Crushed me under their boot
Oww that hurt
I’m a broken flower
They killed me
They ruined me
They hurt me beyond repair
I won’t grow back
They’ve crushed me
They don’t care
What’s one less flower
A worthless flower
A broken flower
Me
Author notes
I do feel like a picked flower. This pome is about me This is about sorrow
A contest entry
- what exactly have you won? by black lagoon x.
420 points, ended December 22, 2007, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Show me that you hate me by Eyes-of-a-tragedy.
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Comments
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i loved this!it was automatically adorable from the first two lines.Thank you so much for entering my contest,this was pleasurable to read.
-Pixie -
LEIGH IS ON A POEM FRENZY!!! haha. This is a really good similie to picking a flower, very original and creative. This is a really good poem!!!
What’s one less flower
A worthless flower
A broken flower
I really like that it's a good repetitive thingy.
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nice
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wow, really nice!!! sad though...
I love how you took something so simple like someone picking a flower, twirling it in their fingers, the whole "she loves me / she loves me not," something so careless as throwing it on the ground, and turn it into a poem on the flower's point of view. and i wuvs the owww i hurt 
LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT three cheerios for you today, mon amie!! 
~ lise
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