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Red Roses In One Hand

Photos in one hand,
Roses in the other,
Crying softly,
Painfully.
Black dress,
Black shoes,
Red roses,
Blue soul.
The nights events,
Made me cry harder then I have ever cried before.
Photos of you,
Strewn on the floor,
I lay on the ground,
A photo of you,
Clutched close to my heart.
Tears streaming down my face.
Your pillow lay by my side.
Still filled with blood.
Your satin orange fur,
Blood filled.
I wish I could stop crying,
But I cant'.
You meant too much to me.
That night I won't ever forget,
For it was the night,
You got taken from me.

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Contest Shatter My Soul, Let My Heart Ache by Reaper-117

A contest entry

tell me what you think. i am only 12 years old.

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  • CorpseCandy
    June 26

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    awww, i love it!
    very good writing for a 12 year old!
    very advanced!!!

    -jake-

  • sad but good

    Wow this is heartbreaking. Most heartbreaking indeed. This must have been such a hard time for you. I'm very sorry. But I enjoyed reading this. You express your feelings well; keep up the good work.
    Brian

  • This is great,yet very sad.
    It's amazing how your so young and you can write so well.

  • WONDERFUL! I love it. It reminded of losing my dad. I'm only 1 year older than you and you are a better poet at lose poem. Wonderful poem.
    Kathryn.

  • My favorite part:
    The nights events,
    Made me cry harder then I have ever cried before.
    Photos of you,
    Strewn on the floor

    Thanks for the read! Great job on this!

  • First let me thank you for actually following my rules. Too many people just spam PreWrites into these contests looking for recognition.
    As to your poem, it was a good write and shows a strong creative mind. I feel like a little too much was left unanswered: that is to say how was "you" taken, was it suicide or murder? The blood stains are there...are they fresh, am "I" dying in this piece?
    Personally I would want these questions stronly alluded to if not actually answered, yet your method leaves room for debate and pondering, which isn't always bad. I liked the flow and enjoyed the heart ache, but in truth I feel like this should be soo much more than it is...it feels to me like a great dream that I just can't remember.
    Thanks for entering.

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