Must I color this rose
Alone
in the utmost waft
Sitting beneath the whiff
of the nose dim sky
oh what tender rose
that
sways alone
come my lover's breeze
to bind these petals
with linen rain
a kiss to plant
my single rose
A contest entry
- Love Is A Verb by SerenityNChains.
700 points, ended August 4, 2008, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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this should have won you a gold ... it is a brilliant, erotic metaphore for sexual and erotic passion ... your poetry is beginning to make me hot and I adore the skill you have begun to put in your poetry .. it is almost like having a lip slide along the readers lips as they try to concentrate on the poem but the poems beauty takes them away somewhere they want to be and become
i adore your poems ...
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Short, sweet, and delicate...like a rose. Thank you for such a beautiful entry.
Serenity
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