Desiccated, lifeless, it lays against my cheek.
Gone is the gentle flower replaced by my pique.
I feel the tears of sadness, heartbreak is my fate,
but mixed with the unhappiness is a modicum of hate.
The anger grows within me from a garden of despair.
The bright promises he made me lie broken, so beware.
Never will I bind myself to become love’s slave.
I will keep this flower with me and lay it on his grave.
Author notes
Prompt: Picture
Picture Credit: Unknown Artist
No more than 20 lines
pique - a feeling of irritation or resentment, as from a wound to pride or self-esteem.
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
Critical Comments Always Welcome
Comments
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fab poem ya ave written ere
thanx and good luck 2 ya
cheers abe
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So well written, the words fit so well with the pic.
Well done.
Love the title to this poem.
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