White rose dripping red
The puddle in the dark alley from the man declared missing 3 days ago and that won’t be found alive
The stream from his older daughter’s wrists
Life is too hard for her
The drops under her nails from the bitch who had even dared to think she could get away with calling her sister that
The world pushes to the breaking point
Then all we lose is Blood
A contest entry
- For The Deceased by DeadlyTurnip.
1550 points, ended March 24, 2008, 32 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Wow. I am trying to fully understand this; it is a great write don't get me wrong ...
The first two lines are powerful enough in emotion and imagery to be a poem in of itself.
The rest seems a bit weak compared to those lines, except the final "Then all we lose is Blood"
Strong statement
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~Manda
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Akari^.^!!!
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