Fragrance of a teardrop
inside a sorrowed rose
petals crushed and bitter
weeping in repose.
Her heart a bloodied thorn
bitter, yearning, pain
her dreams a broken symphony
lacrima refrain.
Leave her to surrender
forgotten silhouette
hope just withered memories
broken by regret.
Author notes
Picture Prompt.
A contest entry
- Up 4 a quickie ( abe 1 ) by Abe 1.
575 points, ended December 1, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Awesome poem ya ave written ere
luved it
well done and cheers
gd luck 2 ya
abe
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one of the more palatable ryhme schemes well executed with a wonderful use of vocabulary. kudos and best of luck in the contest.
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Aw I felt your words the pain
your last stanza cried out to me
Best wishes to you
Julie
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