The Garden

by Bursonater   Sep 7, 2005


Together God and Satan sow the seeds,
In a garden where roses interlace with weeds,
Back to back sweat horns and feathers,
Such a tentative task to conquer their leisures,

Through tortures and prayers they labour and toil,
Each must win the race to pack the soil,
Secateurs in hand they trim and chop,
Each refining the flaws of their precious crop,

The gardeners can no longer assist,
The plants of the garden are left to twist,
As roses bloom, thorns snake their stems,
Some wilt and wither, while some avenge,

The garden grows wild as weeds prevail,
How could Gods crops against Satans fail?
The garden is draped with a morbid cloak,
As Gods crushed tears into dead earth soak.

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  • 12 years ago

    by lakitu

    I would like 2 see some more of your work 2... damn, wish i could write like that. you got real talent girl!!

    Peace

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  • 12 years ago

    by Emily

    Wow, its simply amazing! It represents the whole world, and I just love the last stanza, its just so amazing, and symbolic.

  • 12 years ago

    by XxTeArSxX17

    Nice job i love your flow it was very smooth nice job keep it up 5.5

  • 12 years ago

    by Alicia Biter

    Really like this poem, well done, 5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by ~*~MoNiQuE~*~

    That was extremely deep! wow! all the metaphors and imagery is amazing! i wanna c more as well! if u have the chance, i wouldnt mind some comments on my, i need help finding a good style! ta

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