He ran me over a cliff
I was left dangling
he watered my garden
with rare, deadly strychnine
I have patches on my eye
from where he palmed it
But, when he came back
through the door he bore
a single red flared rose;
all is well, I suppose.
A contest entry
- A red rose by Angelo di Luce.
480 points, ended June 24, 2008, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Overlook made up words
Comments
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Really enjoyed your very moving entry
Well done
Nick
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hahaha it was supposed to be somewhat humorous, but as i have dry humor it probably didn't come off that way lol
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I can relate to this one I wish you luck in contest.
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Yes, somethings make up for everything
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a good piece of poetry which flows smoothly, ah the madness of love, aye a rose will make one see trough crazy shades of love.
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hahaha you nailed this review, Ian, you really did crazy shades of love for truelol
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Thank you for entering
Blessings
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it was indeed my pleasure to enter this contest, thank you for the HM lol
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