Hues Stand Empty
Wilted hues of rose,
petal's fold vacating greenery.
Whispers of rainbows time,
fades with scarlet sky.
Stem droops, tasting soil,
painted colors shape gray.
Weak with failing emotion,
lingering smiles erase from eyes view.
Silent cries, weep alone,
hidden under mask blooms.
Traces of hope sail,
in the bleak breeze.
Wilted hues of rose, stands empty.
A contest entry
- FREE VERSE--- ANY SUBJECT---1540 POINTS ALMOST NO RULES GOLD GETS 1000 POINTS COME SHOW ME WHAT YOU CAN DO, YESSA! by echo-ink.
1450 points, ended September 16, 2008, 26 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Awesome!
Thanks for entering, Bell
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