Here on this bush is one violet rose that is not red
This represents a different level of passion.
My soul unable to mend, you care not for this man.
For some reason I did not bring out her best.
She was a distracted lover, and her heart turned cold.
The metal of my soul turned to liquid with one push away.
Is this the way of love when it's not right, to turn away
forgetting moments shared as one while lonesome lovers turn red
in the face with blood pulsing in heart break, then turning cold?
Heartbreak is also a most powerful passion.
My heart is sunk low in a time when it should be at its best.
I am now nothing more than an ape without a tail referred to as a man.
If there are no other memories but of lost love, what is a man
Nothing more than a skeletal closet where views are put away?
Of these years I know I have given her my best
but I am that violet in my lessor shade of red
and she has stolen and trumped on all of my passion.
Now in the chasm of my heart it is icy cold.
You have torn away my flower in a move so cold.
Do you have any idea what you have done with this man?
How you have flickered out all of my deepest desire and passion
My dreams have become nightmares as I try to wish the world away
How I desired to blossom for you with a deep thick red
But you! You took me and sifted out everything you considered best.
Now what have I to give another? Surly not the best
Just hand me down flowers kept alive in the cold
Each one a blossomed rose now with slight faded red.
In deep prayer I ask god why I must be less of a man
and with each sidling wind I will be carried away
Nothing but dead petals drying in forgotten passion
This is no where near the way I dreamed of my passion.
Nothing I expected could be this disappointing when I gave my best.
But you with no heart have blown all that away
and I am here now with a glare that is ice cold
You made me a broken, angry unfulfilled man.
All this from a rose that is made a lessor red.
So with passion lost I am cold.
I gave you my best, the heart of this man
Now you are gone I fade away a lesser red.
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A contest entry
- Dazzle Me! by Shahrazad.
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Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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This was quite powerful- I'm very impressed you were able to confront your feelings in this way and write about them in a non-sloppy manner. I know a lot of people who have heartache in some form or another and they try to form some meaningful heartwrenching peom to mimic wha tthey feel, and instead their emotions give way to messy attempts. This was wonderfully written. Loved the obvious truth behind this...
This also dazzled me because I recently hurt my man, and some things you said sort of stung because they hit true to my own life. We made up and things are all good now, but some of what you said were probably how my love felt.
Thanks for the read
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A lesser color than the face of beauty you have seen,
yet is your want any lesser red than the color of your heart?
And I am painted every color of the wind,
every breeze you taste is lilac,
every kiss I give is damask rose
all the perfume inhaled is you...
C
Forgive me but I do so enjoy it when poetry speaks to me this way, I cannot help myself.
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