Forget the Flowers That Cry

by Meena Krish   Apr 16, 2012


Tears of creation screams
whilst creatures kick to live
they fight the dance of destruction
that breaks their gate of comfort.

Breeze of sweet roses
caught in the spider's web of greed
mountain of hope crumbles
upon thorns of materialism.

Where peace used to bloom
emerges eternal buildings rooted forever
humanity's escape
withers alone with burden.

Still life has jailed dreams
which dared to be true
time is drunk
in the wine of money.

Forget the flowers that cry
soothe the grass with cement joy
it will be the future
who will regret to see your mistakes.

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  • WOW!
    Okay I'm not great with interpretations but I feel like this is a metaphor for society in general. How we are often too selfish to see the world around us, to see people in poverty in particular. Is that right?

    Oh and I loved this verse:

    Still life has jailed dreams
    which dared to be true
    time is drunk
    in the wine of money.

    So beautifully penned. 5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by mandy

    Wonderful expression and choice of words. It really made me think, 5/5.

    mandy :)

  • 11 years ago

    by Yrem Crish

    An interesting piece. The whole imagery gives vivid depicts in whole piece. The rhythm, the flows and the scheme of your poem are perfectly written. It entails your expertise regarding poetry, the words of choices are brilliant too.
    **Breeze of sweet roses
    caught in the spider's web of greed
    mountain of hope crumbles
    upon thorns of materialism.--one of my favorite part..
    As, a whole I love it....very well done:)
    -C

  • 11 years ago

    by yogi73

    This is a lovely and sad poem about the state of the human condition. We want life, but the burdens and 'wants' of material living have polluted our minds. Instead of fulfilling our more natural instincts, we simply bury nature with cement and forget the flower that cry. I love all the analogy.

  • 11 years ago

    by Lostlove1

    To me so many nature poems are somewhat dull and boring Meena, but not this one :) This one is alive and kicking delivering a great message. I love how you gave nature a voice here, jailed dreams and cement joy were great choice of words to really make this poem "pop" Hope all is well Meena, great write!