Curling red lips
With ragged tips
Bloom in stench.
Tinged with today’s
Leftover concoctions
Of blood and stomachs.
A threatening stem
Biting the rodents who
Scamper on its throne.
Its alley queendom
Bathed in hesitant light,
Curtains of darkness
Sewn about.
Harmless wayfarers
Guard its armed castle,
Strewn throughout.
Its earless subjects bask
In the beauty it recalls;
The fairytale that enthralls.
Speaking of a time
Of sun and gardens,
Of blossoms and seeds.
A might kingdom
In a world of weeds,
An era of pestilence.
With each onslaught of day
The lips drift away;
The scent of death on them,
Rotten as decay.
Horrific tears, disguised
As litter, rained upon
A careless world.
Author notes
It's about a rose in a dumpster 
I'm not happy with the ending 
Any suggestions?
Purple!
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liked your poem, imagery very graphic, thank you
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I love you and you're brilliant, if anyday you're feeling down, or feel you're alone, know, even though I'm not your real mother, I'm proud of you.
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o.o Neice I love this.
I think it's powerfully sad but amazingly good. Ima read more cause I think you're talented.
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The imagry here is so vivid, i can almost hear the rats nibbling, this is very strong and powerful, the second to last verse is truly brilliant, nice write littlefishone
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This is really great and well spoken. It really paints a great picture in the readers mind!
Keep up the great work sisshy!
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yay!
I love the ending, Neph! my only complaint. third to last stanza. 'might' should be 'mighty'? other than that, a wonderful dark piece full of astounding imagery! great job, sishy!
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I'm not sure I like the ending either. But I'm also not sure where else you should go with it. Hate it when that happens. On the brighter side, it's a beautiful poem. Never would have thought it was about a rose in a dumpster...who throws roses in dumpsters? Great write! Keep it up! -Liz
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You should be happy with the ending. Atleast, I was! I loved it all!! Amazing! You've got such great talent. Well done
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