Unable to flaunt its crimson petals
Unable to show its true splendor in an open meadow.

^^ I think 'its' should be 'it's' since it is possessive? but I may be wrong :)

Overall, this was a wonderful write. For it to be so short, it was very thoughtful and full of imagery (which is always good). I wouldn't change a thing other than the suggestion above. Great write.

5/5

--Kay Jay

This was good, i liked it because its quite a hopeful poem, and when we are in dark times, feeling like the rose stuck on the sidewalk, full of greys and darkness and no colours, we think there is no hope.

"A rose cries; overpowered above the grey sidewalk
It cannot extend its roots deeper into the rich soil"

those lines stood out to me, i relate to them as being " its me against the world" feelings. it shows the desperation of wanting to be better, bigger, to grow. excellent!

i thought your ending was fantastic, and as the poem started with the heavy deep beginning, the ending was more uplifting and hopeful....
"But it is still able to shine as a cherry-red rose
In a large hollow world." ... its like saying you can never beat me.

i thought this was great. good flow and didnt drag. i enjoyed the read, thanks.

5/5 xxx

I loved the beauty in this piece. I wouldn't change a thing. The imagery is flawless and so is the story you tell. Very easy to understand and to relate to. It isn't too long or short. You didn't throw in a bunch of huge words hoping that would be enough. You took your assignment and turned it into a masterpiece. Very nice work. Nik

Dont change a thing. That was great. And THANK YOU, finally a break from the common rhyme scheme and traditional poetry, great job. 5/5

"A rose cries; overpowered above the grey sidewalk
It cannot extend its roots deeper into the rich soil"

^^ Best part of the whole poem! That was awesome imagery!...This poem I'd say is very unique..I like it short and simple, but I bet you'd do great even extending it and being more descriptive. Either way this was just awesome! Great job!

Such a deep poem that simply took my breath away. The metaphore hear was the main attraction for me, the red rose, which cannot express it's full meaning on a cold cemented floor. Although there were no rhymes, the image you created there was greater than words. All the beauty in the world is blocked in our days by the grey and cold world. Our society, the cold and grey cement, blocks our sight from such marvels.

Nothing less than perfection 5/5