Thy rose is sweet. But smells of horrid disgust.
The striped ugliness of it befalls its origin.
Such they be so kind to as feel this lone creature.
A dark lonesome thing.
Lay away at night.
Striped.
Colors woven within each and everyone.
Another - be it different.
So gentle in its petals.
A young one - a girl.
Every female is a princess - a flower among all the rest.
Mine be sweet and beautiful and striped.
Different - alone.
Ratings go alone.
Frosted on. Every rainbow color.
Yellow be the main.
She will be cheerful, loving, loved...
Death be her passion.
A poet of great strength lasting on forever.
A contest entry
- Word Prompt by AliceinPoetryLand.
1000 points, ended January 23, 2009, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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An interesting write that feels like i comes from your heart. Quite deep and emotional.
Thank you for your entry.
Gaylene
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