Crimson Time

by twisted reality   Mar 16, 2007


Crimson red petals on a slender green stem,
Constructed from a small, organic gem.
Beneath the stem, under the dry ground,
Appear roots that are quite very compound.

The hot beating sun shines down every day,
On the ruby red rose that grows in the clay.
The plant tries to reach the falling grey rain,
As it fails to climb out of its own pool of pain.

The bright crimson red is just a plain shell,
For the dark emotion that inside seems to dwell.
Cruelness and neglection are what this plant fears,
For it is hoping that the end is very near.

The rose turns to black as it wilts in despair,
For time has neglected it from all of its air.
Petal after petal they seem to drop,
Finally this life has appeared to stop.

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OK. Some people think this will go in nature poems. If you got the metaphor, you will think it belongs here. If you don't understand, feel free to PM me.

I always return votes and comments. =)

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  • 16 years ago

    by GoodMEMORIES

    I thought that it is a great write...
    i cant find anythign wrong with it.
    5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by .K.i.T.t.Y.

    Wow. This poem is truly beautiful, and deep. I enjoyed this one. The only error I found was the typo in the last line.

    EXCELLENT JOB.

    5/5.

  • 16 years ago

    by Curry

    I love this poem!
    i love how it makes the flower seem like a person if you know what i mean.
    this poem definetly gets 5/5 from me!

  • 16 years ago

    by Tammie

    I love everything about this poem. The meaning behind it, the flow, the word choice and description. The story was told so well, with a strong ending. I can't give any helpful critique, as I think that this is written perfectly for what you wanted to put across. Well done. 5/5

    Tammie

  • 17 years ago

    by Anonymous Angel

    Hey
    when i first read it i thought it was about nature but now i understand the metaphor:) great work i really like this line:
    Cruelness and neglection are what this plant fears,
    For it is hoping that the end is very near.

    kisses stephanie